Request by Ashy_Oof (Ashy_Oof)

Sorry about the delay for your request, creator just had a hard time deciding what to do, got confused, and gave up for quite a while.

This will be quite short, given that there are things going on in my house and I am busy.

I hope this One-Shot meets your expectations, better late than never.

This may shift into fluff. Actually it probably has. :)

~Creatiøn

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Pakistan and Bangladesh were sitting at home, their elder sister's home to be exact. They all shared a house since god knows how long, and it was chaotic. Pakistan and Bangladesh would get into fights over nothing all the damn time, but it wouldn't go to such extremes as the argument they were currently having. It was quite heated, and India was silently stalking them, only going to help if it went TOO far.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Pakistan was on the brink of seriously injuring his sibling, It was almost expected, considering the sheer level of anger issues he had. They were unaware to India's blatantly obvious stalking, and that was a new thing. Pakistan had had it with this argument. He slapped Bangladesh. Hard.

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO ON YOUR OWN? I KNEW KEEPING YOU WITH ME WOULD BE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE."

Bangladesh flinched, and stopped yelling immediately, incredibly hurt by his brother's words. Sure he's insulted him and yelled at him a lot, but never to this extreme.. He could feel something hot gathering in his eyes, he then realised they were tears. Pakistan only looked away, not feeling guilty of anything, still being consumed by his rage. Bangladesh then punched him in his stomach, Pakistan immediately gripping his stomach. 

"WHAT WAS THAT FO- rr-" 

He struggled to get his word across, feeling immense guilt because his brother was now crying.

"THATS WHAT YOU GET! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING! ALL YOU DO IS YELL AT ME AND INSULT ME! YOU THINK I WANT TO PUT UP WITH THIS? I WISH YOU WOULD BE NICER FOR ONCE IN YOUR GODAMN FUCKING LIFE PAKISTAN. YOU NEVER ACT LIKE A BROTHER TO ME!"

He ran off, Pakistan looking sporting a very guilty and regretful expression, tears gathering in his own eyes. He wiped his tears away, and sat down on the couch, he could hear his brother crying, but knew he couldn't possibly comfort him after.. that.

India slunk out from the corner she was hiding in. Her expression being incredibly stern and disappointed. She sat down beside Pakistan and simply sighed. Pakistan looked away from her, he didn't want her of all people to see him crying. India cupped his face, and forced him to look at her. 

"You do realise these arguments have a huge affect on him.. right? You should really apologise. And from what I can say.. comfort him for once." She said, her voice being mostly stern, but still gentle. 

Pakistan wiped his tears, and just sat there.

"This really is my fault isn't it." He asked. "Well of course it is. This time, I want you to realise it. Now please, I am not in the mood to argue. Just go and comfort him." India said, looking at him with her 'Please?' look. Pakistan was a panicking. "But what if I.. can't?" He stated, with clear panic in his voice. India only hugged him. "Don't worry.. you'll do fine. Now go." She then got up, and pulled him off the couch, pushing him in the direction of Bangla's room.

Pakistan sighed, his sisters words were not reassuring him. But he went anyway, he slowly arrived at the door, the crying had turned into soft sniffles by the time, Bangladesh being tired. He slowly opened the door, with Bangladesh snapping his head in his direction, and hissing. Pakistan just came in, and sat near his brother, only leading to the other inching away.

-This is where I got lazy-

The two talked it all out, even if Bangladesh was very unwilling to, it eventually worked out and they both ended up calming down a LOT.

Bangladesh was cuddling Pakistan, sleeping, as he was indeed very tired and sleep eventually had taken over him, and Pakistan was just glad to have made up with his brother. He pecked his brother's forehead, and just sat there. Wondering.

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Chapter: 721 words.

I am so sorry for bringing fluff into this.

I just.. did it.

Im so sorry if you hate it, I do understand truly.

I think I just needed to write some fluff ahah.

Signing out,

~Creatiøn