-Not sure why I can't stop writing in this style. I guess I've just been feeling… poetic, lately?

-I'm also not that much of a Hetalia fan. It's just, the characters and their relationships are so well developed… xD if that makes sense.

-Plus Switzerland and Austria are just so fawking cute. …except for Austria's english voice.

It makes my ears bleed rusty nails.

-I do not own Hetalia

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She made me do this,

Liechtenstein did.

I'd rather do

Anything

Anything

Anything

else.

But now I sit here,

Waiting,

Waiting,

Waiting.

Sitting,

Sitting,

Sitting.

And then he appears, glancing nervously from side to side

Just as I would have done.

He mumbles something of a greeting,

Though whatever he says,

I don't respond.

He sits across from me, shifting uncomfortably.

As do I.

And I can't help but think,

No,

No,

No.

This similarity should be difference.

I gesture down

At the table and continue

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting.

He looks down nervously,

Avoiding eye-contact.

Thinking

Thinking

Thinking,

Before making the first move.

I

Hate this,

Hate this,

Hate this-

I hate losing,

More than I enjoy winning.

So by default,

I cannot lose.

He takes a moment to remove his glasses and clean them;

Before looking through me,

Waiting

Waiting,

Waiting.

…my turn.

I study the board carefully,

Thinking,

Thinking,

Thinking.

I take my time

…to annoy him.

Though he remains unchanged,

He knows what I'm doing

Knows me too well.

Staring

Waiting

Staring

Waiting

Staring

Waiting;

I slowly move my piece,

Regarding him and no the board.

This causes him to get flustered so he looks

Away

Away

Away.

We do not so much as talk as the game progresses;

But I,

I can sense his

Anxiety.

I notice a bead of sweat

Forming

Forming

Forming

Upon his brow.

I place my hand upon my own, sensing the same presence-

He's looking

Again,

Again,

Again,

Slide my hand through my hair,

Casual,

Casual,

Casual,

He fumbles his fingers through his coarse black hair.

Mockery?

No.

Mimicry.

He glances down

Confused; dumbfound

At the move I have just made.

Then he smirks, seeing an opportunity-

Though his smile ceases as he looks up and sees my frown.

Though his move has left an opening, so the game must continue, continue, continue…

He clears his throat,

As if to say something;

But changes his mind as he sees me

Staring.

Staring.

Staring.

He wants me to say something,

I suppose.

But I… I refrain from doing so.

That would make me seem desperate, desperate

To hear that.

…That voice.

That voice once more.

I try to convince myself that I don't want to hear that voice again…

…but I do,

But I do,

But I do.

The look he gives, always

Repeating,

Repeating,

Repeating…

Hurt.

Hurt that I'm not happy to be with him again.

I recall a time when we were once friends.

Close friends.

I do wish we could be friends like that again-

He picks up his piece.

…maybe we could be

Such good friends we once were before-

"Checkmate," he mumbles.

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…We can be friends nevermore.

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-R&R's appreciate for this blabble I puke up in algebra :'D

-I do not own Hetalia