It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say my world revolves around you, and I wouldn't mind dedicating everything I ever create to you.

I love you, but it seems you don't really love me back...

Ah, the answer is so simple that I can't even say anything! I'm completely speechless. But I'll keep loving you until I'm satisfied. Don't worry about it, though. It's just that I happen to love you.

I try to say things that won't offend anyone, I smile, I act like I don't even have a self just to be liked. And yet, even that version of me isn't liked by you? I've been thinking about it ever since you rejected me, but the mystery only deepens. Is being a people-pleaser the problem? Even though I love you this much!

But it's not like you have a boyfriend... Ah, I guess I'm just not your type... Ahaha, I see...

Despair is the perfect word! Do you like America more than me? Is Mr. Britain better? Mr. France? Is someone else better? I'm sure I could make you much happier. Maybe I should try playing hard to get?

No... you probably wouldn't even notice.

What I really want isn't fame, or money, or power, or even a version of you that's strong tomorrow. It's just you. I want you...

I can't just accept that you don't like me and move on. Even today, these feelings with nowhere to go are packing my body until I'm bursting! Ugh, to hell with it! Maybe I'll just play dumb and confess again next week? Maybe I'll say it every single week.

Ahaha, you've got a bad case of lovesickness, don't you? Big brother could be your Cupid, you know?

I can't help but feel sorry for Canada, seeing how purely he likes her. I thought he'd be more discouraged, but he's surprisingly resilient. It's almost heartwarming to watch.

Tsk. Don't get so distracted by that crap and do your work properly.

Love and romance, how ridiculous. And yet? Seeing that usually obedient Canada so driven by love that he won't listen to a word I say... it's not entirely bad to look at.