Sta.sh
~Flashback brought to you by Gilbird~
Prussia walked up the stairs and knocked on the door quickly. Matthew, or Canada, opened the door, not expecting the albino. Prussia's frame stood in front of a grey expanse of clouds.
"H-Hello, Prussia. W-What brings you here?" Canada asked, his quiet voice shaking. Prussia could tell he was uncomfortable with the situation.
"I just zought I vould drop in. You know, like and awesome surprise!" Prussia replies, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well, why don't you come in, eh? It looks like it's about to pour." Canada says as he steps to the side. Prussia walks in, looking around. Canada's place seemed larger every time he visited.
Canada leads him to the living room, then leaves, and returns with a beer and a glass of wine. Handing the beer to Prussia, he asks, "So, is there any reason for dropping by, or was it just to say 'hi'?"
After taking a swig of his beer, Prussia replies. "Vell, actually, Canada, zere is a reason I'm here." He pauses, waiting to see if Canada will react. Canada just nods, causing his stray curl to bounce up and down.
"You see, Canada, I've been trying so hard to hold back how I really feel. I don't know vy, but venever I'm around you, I feel different. Und I zink it's because...because...Ich liebe dich. Ja.[1]" He says, uncharacteristically looking down at the floor. An awkward silence passes between the two before Canada starts laughing.
"You're kidding, right? Now what's the real reason?" He asks, sipping his wine.
"Canada...I'm not joking. I am absolutely serious about zis."
Canada's face falls quickly as he stands. "Get out, then, Prussia. I don't want any part of your sick activities." He says, his calm voice rising slightly. As Prussia stands and goes to leave, Canada follows behind and opens the door. "And don't even think of coming back, Prussia." He adds as he slams the door.
~Back to Present~
And so here he was, wandering the park at night, in the rain. Germany would have a fit when he got home, but Prussia just didn't care anymore; he was numb.
However, he had no idea how Canada was really taking it. Curled into a ball on the couch, he could only keep repeating the albino's words in his head, and the hurt look Prussia had had when he had thrown him out kept flashing behind his eyes. Tears were constantly flowing down his cheeks as he listened to his brother, America, ranting.
"Dude, I knew those Nazis had problems, but I didn't know they were that sick! Don't worry, Canada: I, the hero, will protect you from that German freak show.[2] No need to cry anymore, bro!"
Canada's tears only increased their pace as America's words sunk in. The truth was, Canada loved Prussia back. But with all the problems that were going on between his brother and he, he couldn't tell Prussia. America was anti-gay in every way, shape, and form: There was no way he would accept his brothers feelings for the albino Prussian.
~3 Weeks Later~
When Prussia had arrived home, Germany had indeed had a fit. Germany had only been ranting for a few minutes before he noticed that Prussia was acting strangely.
"Bruder,[3] vat's wrong?" He asked, steel blue eyes softening slightly.
"I told him." Prussia said simply, moving past his brother.
After the short conversation, Prussia had lain in bed, not bothering to try doing anything. The first and only one he had ever fallen for thought he was a monster. Germany and Italy would come and visit every day, but it didn't work in their favor: Germany would end up force-feeding him, and even Italy's bubbly, sometimes annoying, blabbering couldn't prompt a response from him. He stared at the ceiling every day, red eyes glazing over occasionally.
Meanwhile, Canada wasn't doing much better. He spent his days crying his heart out, eventually tiring himself out to the point of falling asleep. He had asked France to stay with him, solely for the purpose of being able to tell someone about how he really felt. Canada would go without food for days, and took very little when he did eat.
Finally, Canada snapped. He was sick of having America control his life, tired of not confessing to Prussia. He marched over to Prussia's house, banging on the door so loudly that it would be impossible to miss. After a few moments, Germany opened the door.
"Who-? Oh, it's you. Look, mein bruder has been zrough enough because of you already. So vy don't you just leave?" Germany says coolly, leaning in the doorway.
"Whatever, Germany. I'm going to see him, no matter what you say. I couldn't tell him because of my damned brother; but I'm sick of him controlling me. Now, if you would kindly move out of the way.."
Germany, surprised, lets Canada in. Canada runs to Prussia's room, only to see what Germany was talking about: Laying in bed, the Prussian looked as though he had lost a great deal of weight.
"Prussia!" Canada exclaims, running to the elder male's bedside. Prussia turns his head to look at Canada, red eyes now dull. "What happened to you, Prussia?"
"W-Why are you h-ere?" Prussia asks, voice cracking. "Come to hurt me some more?"
"N-No, Prussia, you have to listen to me! I only said what I said because America has been forcing his ways on to me, and I didn't know what would happen if I told you that...that I love you, too." He says, blue-violet orbs meeting blood red. "But I don't care anymore! He can't control who I am."
Prussia's face stays blank as Canada rambles. When Canada finally stops, Prussia asks, "Really?"
"Yes, Prussia, really!" Canada cries, grabbing Prussia's thin hand. Gently pulling him closer, Canada presses his lips softly against Prussia's, revealing his true emotions. Canada breaks the kiss and pulls away slowly, careful not to hurt the frail man laying next to him.
"Was that enough proof, Prussia?"
Prussia pauses for a moment, shocked, then answers. "Yes, Canada. Zat vas more zan enough proof."
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d'aw this pairing is so cute :3
I love the story~ :3