Death of Ice and Regain of Hope (Hetalia fanfiction)(APHArctic)

Arctic's Hopeless Quest for Love

It had been several years since Arctic was saved from her dying piece of land. Now, most of the countries had (reluctantly) agreed to take (reasonable) action to end global warming.

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The day was December 21st, 2034. Four days from Christmas. Sister Anti sat to my right in the world meeting, and Russia on my left. I wasn't listening to anything the countries were saying. They didn't really care about Sister Anti or I anymore, so we weren't really asked any questions. I licked my snow cone forlornly.

I was lonely. Russia (even though he was sitting next to me) hadn't talked to me in a long time. Neither had Sister Anti. She had given me an apartment several minutes away from hers, so she wouldn't have to deal with me taking up most her space and eating all of her ice.

I was the true definition of forever alone. I would spend my days sitting on my couch, eating snow cones and drinking hot chocolate (weird right?) while listening to Christmas music and feeling sorry for myself. 

Right now, I put my elbows on the table rested my head on my hands, staring out into the crowd of countries.

Almost every single one of them was spoken for.

Russia was a no, he had China, and he had specifically told me that he didn't like girls anyway.

Although China kind of looked like a girl.

I let my eyes wander towards possibly candidates of my affections. England? EW no! Besides, he had America. Greece?

Possibly.

Wait, no, he was too lazy.

I sighed into my hand. Besides, he had Japan.

I found myself looking at Switzerland, who was polishing his gun, like always. He was pretty cute, and straight, I was pretty sure. But my heart plummeted when Liechtenstein went up to him and kissed him on the cheek, asking for something.

Damn it!

Romano? No, too angsty. Spain? No. He had Romano.

Prussia? No. Absolutely not. He hates my sister and I with a burning passion. He also had his eyes on Hungary. Or Austria. It was hard to tell with that man.

I didn't even let my eyes wander over towards Germany and Italy. They both had eyes only for each other.

Finally, I gave up, letting my face slip down onto the table with a muffled bonk!

"Arctic! Are you okay?" Sister Anti shook my shoulders violently. I sat up and glared at her, "Oh so now you talk to me, huh?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Is that really how you should treat your big sister?"

I leaned back in my chair and propped my feet on the huge conference table. Sister Anti hated when I did that.

"Hey, put your feet down!"

Exactly.

"I can do what I want," I spat at her, annoyed, "I'm not the frail, dying country I was ten years ago!"

"Excuse me? Ten years ago! You're barely healed!" She threw back, "I'm doing my best trying to take care of you, but you're just acting like a child! I can barely stand it anymore!"

I barely noticed that the conference room's loud volume had drastically gone down, "You're an idiot! You threw me out of your house and into a new home. But does anyone see how lonely I am? NO!" I started crying, "No one gives a damn about you or me because we aren't countries. Everyone thinks we don't have feelings, that we can make it on our own, without anyone else to help us through. Well they're wrong!" I stood up, addressing the whole conference table, which had gone silent in my rant.