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How do I love thee [1/?] anonymous May 20 2009, 11:13:53 UTC
random anon. Here's what came to my head. It became kinda of angsty when I think about it. orz Am hoping to see another anon's take on this though.

The teacup fell from nerveless fingers.

If he had cared to noticed, he would have realised his lap was growing damp, damp with tea where it pooled over the edges of table.
Of all the words to say, he never expected him to say that. Unless this was all some cruel joke or something. If it was, it wasn't funny. If it wasn't, then...He looked down, avoiding England's face.

He had been happy when England invited him for tea. It was one of those rare moments. Rare moments where he remembered that he was Canada. Canada and not America. That alone made him happy. Although he often chided himself at how embarrassing it was. And it was silly really. Silly to be happy over an unchangeable thing.

He stole a glance at England, who was still staring at him, red faced and teacup untouched. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Who knows, maybe this was just some sick joke? After all, Canada knows how fond of England is of America and may have mistaken him for America yet again. If it was, it hurt. It hurt and made him suddenly question was being here a good thing after all? Or maybe England was drunk? If being drunk on tea was possible.

"I'm not America, you know," Canada finally said hesitantly. "I'm Canada."

"I am not talking about America!" England replies tersely. "I am talking to you, why should that idiot come into the conversation?!"

Yes. Why? Canada asks himself. Although its only natural right? He looks like America and he bets England is still thinking America is the one sitting opposite him, not Canada.

"I don't know," Canada answers evenly, trying to keep his voice steady while avoiding eye contact. Because you like him? "Wherever we like it or not, the topic always comes back to him. Not to mention England, about what you said before...If it's a joke, I'm not laughing." He finally meets England's gaze. "That's low. Even for you."

England looks as if he swallowed something horrible.

"WHAT? Are you...suggesting that I said that as a joke? Something to amuse myself with?" He sputters as if he didn't believe what Canada was saying. "Surely, you know me better than this."

"You tell me," Canada said. "It's not everyday someone suddenly goes I love you to another. Although France is an exception," He adds. "That or the fact I been mistaken for America all these years and you don't even realise! Then suddenly out of the blue, its But I don't love America. I love you. Your even thinking that its America here right?"

Canada realises his voice had gone louder and he doesn't care. Better to tell England straight out else he would never get the chance. "Do you know how many times I been mistaken for him? How many times I was blamed for something he had done? How many times when you ignored me for him. Especially after you took me from France! So forgive me for not taking this seriously enough."

England doesn't reply. Serves him right.

Canada takes advantage of England's silence to get up and head off to the kitchen. He knows England's house well enough to know where the kitchen is. Although he might have liked to stayed and listen to England's excuses, he needed to wipe the spilled tea.

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Re: How do I love thee [2/3] anonymous May 20 2009, 13:27:15 UTC
Canada wets the sponge under the running tap. He knows he shouldn't have lost his temper, but what is done is done. Better to have England know now. He is not America and never is or will be. Even with the independence of 1982, Canada had stuck with him, through the world wars to now. Oh the irony.

"When I said I loved you, I was not joking," A voice says quietly.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

He freezes at the voice. He knows he should turn to face him, England deserves that much. But being childish, Canada remains facing the sink, concentrating on the sponge.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

A sigh.

"I am sorry for the times I mistook you for America. I should have known it then, as I do now. You two are completely different people."

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

Canada snorts as he turns off the tap and concentrates on squeezing the excess water from the sponge. He pretends its England's neck he is squeezing.

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

England continues as if he didn't hear the snort. "I understand it is my fault. My fault for not seeing till its too late. By the time I realised, you were already independent. And I realised then...

I love thee to the level of every day's

"Realised then...?" Canada prompts despite himself and scowls. He shouldn't be encouraging him. If anything, he should figure out a way to get out of here.

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

Another sigh and then the sounds of England clearing his throat. "How special you were t-" Pause. "T-This is bloody embarrassing! I can't...I mean..."

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

Canada felt rather than saw England flush. He can almost see England flailing helplessly and he feels his lips move,. curving into a smile despite himself and looks down at the sponge. His fingers are turning wrinkly. He can't turn around just yet. He can't turn around just yet.

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

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Re: How do I love thee [2/3] anonymous May 21 2009, 01:29:19 UTC
Omg!!! this is so cute!! Poor Canada D:!!
Continue please anon!!!!!!:3 you're doing it soo good :D

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Re: How do I love thee [2/3] anonymous May 21 2009, 07:36:25 UTC
Ooooohhhh so awesome! More please! More <3

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Re: How do I love thee [2/3] anonymous May 23 2009, 04:38:57 UTC
This is so touching! continue please anon

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