It Comes and Goes, You Know?

Love Life

It's about time I explain my love story, don't I?

Despite me being demisexual, I fall for people too easily after getting to know them. Let me just...explain what I mean.

After getting to know the Russian household, I started to fall for someone that I'm ashamed to speak of. I started to fall for my god damn master, USSR. It came to the point where we had an....affair? It was uncalled for, and I'm ashamed beyond belief that it isn't false news. It lasted for a few years before I realized that it wasn't acceptable and I tried to abolish all feelings for him. I then started to fall for Russia, admiring his strength and kindness towards me. But then a few years after that, I had my incidents with USSR (one of them almost rendering me unconscious, which I'll go into detail later), and I had to temporarily cut my communications with him and his family. 

During the incidents with USSR, there was one that I didn't mention in the past chapter. It was one of the most heated arguments that I've had with him. It would have ended up with me being shot if America didn't step in, holding a gun to USSR's head while sir held one to mine. After that, I started to again fall for someone that I deem unacceptable now. I fell for the one man that was destined to be my enemy in the future. We had feelings for each other, but we never knew. I eventually terminated all romantic feelings for him by the year 1981, and I parted ways with him to pursue my own dreams. Even through all of this, North Korea was always by my side and has stuck with me, even when USSR turned against me. We both got permanently injured in our right eyes, and we both put our eyepatches on for the first time together. I somehow never noticed that he had developed feelings for me, probably because he has a cold nature. 

It's when I finally got back to my work that I was able to contact Russia again, after all those years. He confessed after a few months, that he loved me. I still had feelings for him, so I confessed as well. I started dating him in 1993, and all was going well. I honestly wish it could have lasted, but one night he acted too foolish for his own good (he got a little too drunk), and I broke up with him in 2015. We somehow still remained close friends, along with North Korea. The three of us were almost inseparable. Until 2020 (very recent, I know), when North Korea broke down and finally confessed to me after several decades. I didn't really realize that I developed feelings for him too until that very moment. We started dating soon after that, and we're still dating to this day. I haven't really settled in a comfortable spot yet though since Russia confessed to me that he wanted me back. America, unfortunately, has been making moves towards me as well. I just hope I can get this dealt with. 

(A/N, parts of this plot is heavily inspired by one of my favourite books, Puck  @bambibaila.)