THIS HAS NOT BEEN REWRITTEN.
This Oneshot is taken after the song The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez. The song is above.

Slight homophobia warning <3

Canada | Male
Germany | Male
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There's a million reasons why I should give you up,

Canada sighed.

What he wanted was so far away from him. He sat in the back of his classroom, daydreaming. The class was given a free period to do whatever they wanted (as the Sub Teacher who was supposed to be teaching decided he didn't want to teach). As a result, Canada decided to pretend to finish his math (it was already done), but actually daydream about himself and a country he had a crush on.

But the heart wants what it wants, (x2)

He knew what he wanted would never ever come true, and that he should stop dreaming while he's ahead. But even though, his heart wanted Russia. But Russia's wanted another.

Canada knew it wasn't normal to like the same sex as yourself. He knew that countries weren't supportive of that. Especially his father. Oh man, if Great Britain found out Canada liked Russia, the poor country would be kicked out of his house, Britain would sever economic ties with Canada, and would also just stop talking to him!

Canada couldn't have his own father hating him.

But even though the Canadian knew it was wrong, and that he was a horrible person for thinking of Russia that way, he couldn't stop.

You got me scattered in pieces, shinin' like stars and screaming,

Who did Russia's heart belong to? Canada's very own sister, America. And to be honest Canada couldn't blame him. America was an astonishingly beautiful woman and everyone saw it: Particularly Russia. He was into femininity, and America had it all.

Canada knew how Russia felt for his sister. He knew how this stuff worked. And he knew that the way Russia looked at America was meant only for her. And when she looked back at her boyfriend- it was like they were the only two in the world. They loved each other.

Canada felt himself staring at the United States of America and Russia. But he couldn't bring his eyes away from the two; not yet.

Light me up like Venis, but then you disappear and make me wait,

It seemed like ages went by when Canada was shaken out of his trance. He looked at whoever saved him and saw none other than Germany peering down at him. "Nada? Du gut? You were staring..." (you good) Germany's brown eyes shined with concern for his friend. After blinking a few times, Canada shook his head and seemed to be alive again. "Yeah... I'm okay. What's going on?" The country asked, rubbing his head. He was trying to seem alright. Trying not to give away how sad he was feeling. It didn't work, not on Germany.

And every second's like torture, Heroin drip, no more so,

"I've been trying to get your attention for a few minutezz now...." Germany started lecturing Canada, but the latter lost focus on what his friend was saying, starting to daydream about him and the country of his dreams once more.

Stupid, Stupid Canada! You know that he will never like you! He doesn't even look your way... It's all your fault. Maybe if you actually knew how to keep up a conversation, or were as pretty as America he would like you... Canada was lost in his head, and he didn't know how to get out.

Finding a way to let go, baby, baby no, I can't escape,

The poor country wasn't aware that he was slightly trembling, but Germany did. He stopped his lecture halfway through and focused on his best friend. "K-Kanada? Are you okay?" He asked, accent showing. The German man tried to follow where Canada was looking. Said country was looking... at the wall?

Canada was lost in his head. As people do. It was apparent that heartbreak had found its way to the young country. Germany could've sworn he actually heard the son of Britain in front of him murmur something about not being good enough. Germany didn't like this. Not one bit.

Sure, his father had moments that were similar, but they were always about different ways to kill countries, and Germany knew to stay away from his room when his father got homicidal thoughts.

This was his best friend, and he had never seen Canada so shaken before. He was such a nice and wholesome Country. He didn't deserve to be so broken.

The bed's getting cold and your not here,

Apart from just being Canada's best friend, Germany couldn't lie about how he felt for the teen. He couldn't say his heart didn't speed up whenever Canada was near. He couldn't say he felt the most relaxed when near his friend. And he certainly couldn't say how he truly felt out loud. After all, most countries were still against same-sex countries dating each other. If they found out that Third Reich's kid had a crush on a boy- let's just say Germany would be six feet under faster than he could count to six.

Yes. Germany had a crush on Canada. As much as he wanted to get how he felt off his chest, he had more pressing matters on hand. The light of his life- Canada- was distressed. And the European country couldn't have that. "Kanada... Bitte, sieh mich an," (please, look at me). Germany whispered. He was lucky no one in that class was paying attention to them. Or at least, he hoped.

Canada looked up at Germany. Tears were forming in his green eye, threatening to escape. He was about to break down.

The future that we hold is so unclear,

The country of yellow, black, and red pushed up his glasses. He didn't say anything to his best friend. What was there to say? Nothing came to mind. So instead of probably making Canada cry, Germany went to the substitute teacher for the period. He explained that his best friend wasn't feeling well and that he requested to go home.

Apparently, Canada's subconsciousness could read minds. As the substitute teacher peered over at where Canada sat, the American country doubled over and his head went slowly down to his desk. Bingo! Good job, Canada's subconsciousness! And that was really all it took. Germany was granted permission to take the unwell teenager down to the school office and call home. Or, well, Canada could just leave the school. The sub didn't care.

Germany gathered Canada and his things, then took him to their lockers. The two happened to have lockers right next to each other, so while a mentally unavailable Canada mindlessly packed his things up, Germany shot a call to his best friend's mom, telling her everything.

But I'm not alive until you call, and I'll bet the odds against it all,

France was very understanding about pretty much everything. She was at work, so she couldn't pick up Canada and Germany, but she did allow the German teenager to take her son home and make themselves comfortable. That is if Germany's dad, Third Reich, approved.

Germany didn't even have to think about it.

Third Reich wouldn't give to sh*ts. He was always going on about how Germany should just drop out of school and focus on his physique. Education didn't matter to the older German. With that said, if Germany made up a fib saying he was at the gym instead of class, Third Reich would probably be over the moon. Not that Germany cared about his father's approval, though.

Save your advice cause I won't hear,

Once the two were all fixed up and had their bags, they left the school and began the rather short walk to Great Britain's residence. The house was only about a ten-minute walk from the high school. Canada also lived in Britain's mansion; with his other siblings and France too. Speaking of the red and white country, it had been a while since he had spoken. Germany couldn't mask his concern. A frown found its way on his face, and his brows furrowed. I should at least try to talk to him... Oh, here we are.

France had been wanting to give Germany keys to their house for a long time. An emergency key would be good to have. Britain on the other hand- Didn't even like the fact Canada spoke to the German. He disliked Germany solely because he was the son of the Third Reich. Why yes, Great Britain was kind of an asshole. Even though Germany didn't have keys to the mansion, Canada did. The teen lazily dug through his bag and put the key in the lock hole, before a slot shot out of the wall beside the door.

It required Canada's fingerprint.

... Really Britain? A fingerprint?

You might be right but I don't care,

After both countries were inside, they took off their shoes and left their bags on a table beside the shoe rack. Germany told Canada to head up to his room, and the American country complied. Germany went into one of the two kitchens in the mansion and took out a bottle of water and a chocolate bar for his best friend. Whenever Germany was feeling down, chocolate always helped him.

Germany pushed up his glasses before walking into the room claimed as Canada's. The son of Britain was lying on his bed. Tears were streaming down the side of his face... what a heartbreaking sight. Germany walked slowly over to the Canadian, not wanting to startle him. He asked his best friend to sit up, and handed over the chocolate and bottle of water. Canada didn't take them. Instead, he seemed to lean over and engulfed the german boy in a hug/tackle.

"Kanada..."

There's a million reasons why I should give you up,

"G-Germany...... It...... It h-hurts, so b-bad...." Canada stuttered, clutching his best friend's hand so hard it was like if he let go he would die. Yet again, Germany was at a loss for words, he rubbed circles in Canada's palm, trying to soothe him.

"I-It makes me so... mad..... to see *hick* him-him with.... h-her...." The Canadian seemed to seethe in his crying. The tears didn't stop coming. The salty water flowed down his face, red eyes, and a warm face. The lump in Canada's throat seemed to grow in size, not allowing proper airflow or any words to come out properly.

Germany was scared. The person he cared most about was at his lowest.

But the heart wants what it wants, (x4)

And he couldn't do anything to fix it.