. : F. a. I. r. Y. T. a. L. e : .Fairy Tale
The sound of pages flipping was the only one in the room; a faint light filled one corner of the silent, small space. Upon the bamboo mat floor did a plush pillow lay, seating Japan comfortably. His eyes lazily scanned the pages of his book, reading each word of the story. It was understood that Japan was engrossed with his story; countless times he would tell himself that he would go to bed after he was finished reading a page. Instead, he continued onto the next one, saying the same thing.
Japan hated to admit it, but he was reading an old children's story book that America gave him as a token of their friendship. It was the only thing Japan would accept as a friendship gift; what exactly was he going to do with a hamburger?
This story book meant a lot to America when he was younger. It was the only item, that had originally lived in the cramped closet, that he kept out in the open of his home. It was originally given to America by England, but af
. : R. ub R. ub R. ub : ."Um "
"How was your, uh, day?"
"Fine I guess."
" what did you do?"
"Slept breakfast played with cats lunch siesta."
"Ah I see."
"Cleaned, worked, ate cleaned."
The airy, dull conversation drifted to an end, carried off by the warm breeze. Japan had decided to visit his friend Greece this afternoon; he didn't mind visiting the man. In fact, he did it quite often, or at least he tried to. The country was such a calming and historical place; oceans, sunshine, friendly people, and delicious food. It rivaled with Italy for being the paradise location, at least that's what Japan thought.
The two countries were lying peacefully together on a plush, soft bed. With the balmy air, calming crashes of the ocean, and softness of the sheets, it was becoming a challenge to stay awake. It was no wonder Greece slept so much. Japan seemed stiff on the bed, considering he was lying next to his best friend rather closely. Greece, howe
. : Friendship 101 : .One plus one equals two, right?
But why is it when I talk about us, one plus one equals zero?
Why must you subtract yourself from me?
Why must you divide us apart when I want to add us together?
Why is it no matter what number I add, they just don't equal you?
I've always been bad at numbers and you knew that too.
Why do you leave me with this equation with no answers, no procedure, no hints?
It's unfair, it's cruel; I'm failing because of you.
I'm not allowed to go on with life until that problem has an answer, showing my work.
Show me my errors, where did I go wrong? What number doesn't fit, did I carry the wrong amount?
The answer isn't in the back of the book and my calculator keeps reading "Error".
No matter how hard I try, I don't see my mistakes. You should know, you're the one that left, not me.
I want to live, I want to live that awesome life I dream of.
But I can't do that if it shows on my record that I failed "Friendship 101".