Contains eventual PruCan. I may also add in other side pairings for laughs. (maybe GerIta, Spamano, USUK, or RoChu, if any of those characters even appear. the GerIta is prolly the most likely.)

Anywho, I have no idea EXACTLY how this will work out, but i have a basic plan of action!

So, i'll try to keep updating this... although expect this first chapter to change. since i'm writing it at 2am, i'm prolly gonna go back and think "AAHHH mein gott what was i
thinking? *facepalm* " So yeah... kesesesesese~

R&R it you knoooowwww you want to R&R! it'll make Crystal-chan get off her lazy ass and writeeee lol

DISCLAIMER: I don't own hetalia. If I did, there would be lots of love, fluff, and fucking x'D

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Prussia followed his brother, Germany, into the meeting quietly. None of his usual proclamations of awesomeness, or his usual 'kesesese-ing' were echoing through the halls. The nation's blood red eyes were flat and cold, and his face was neutral. The personified nation knew what was coming.
He knew the allied powers wanted a "militaristic, evil nation" such as himself to be destroyed. He knew he was losing power and land. He knew even his own brother wanted him out of the picture. So when the meeting was adjourned and the final decision about the dissolution of Prussia was made, Gilbert wasn't surprised. He was now an ex-nation. And he knew, just like any other ex-nation, he was going to eventually disappear. Prussia sighed and thought to himself,
"Gott, this is so unawesome!" The Prussian got up quietly and followed his brother out. The last bit of Prussian land was now German land. So essentially, Ludwig owned his own older brother. The large blonde man was stiffer than usual, obviously uncomfortable with the silence he rarely had nowadays. Between Prussia and Italy, Germany had long since forgotten the lack of noise he once coveted.
When they got back to Germany's home, Prussia silently trudged downstairs to his room in the basement, leaving his brother to his own devices, and threw open the mini-fridge in the corner, pulling out a bottle of German beer from his stockpile. The albino tried to open the bottle by wrenching it open like he normally would with his bare hands, but found himself unable. Now that he didn't have the power of a country at his disposal, Gilbert discovered his absolute weakness.
"Totally unawesome," he muttered to himself as he fished a bottle opener out of a nearby drawer. After cracking it open, the silverette tipped the bottle back, guzzling down its contents greedily. After taking the huge swig, Gilbert threw himself onto his bed, careful not to spill the beer remaining in the container. The ex-nation drained the bottle after a few more large gulps. Sighing, he tossed the bottle off to some unknown corner of the room.
"Want some more beer…" he thought to himself, "So tired though…" The Prussian checked his phone absentmindedly. "Missed Call from Birdie" it read.
"Who's that again?" Gilbert thought a moment before realization struck him. "Oh, right! It's er… Canadia, right? Wait… No, it's Canada." Mentally facepalming himself for forgetting his friend's name momentarily, Gilbert held the phone to his ear to listen to the message.
"Gil, please call back. I heard the other allies talking about the new territory plans, and… Please call back if you get this. Bye." As the message ended, the albino smirked lightly. Even though they were fighting on opposite sides of the war, Gilbert and Matthew managed to remain good friends and talked with one another often. Luckily, since Canada wasn't majorly involved in the world war, Prussia hadn't had to fight the nation. Prussia hit the "call back" key on his phone and waited for the Canadian to pick up.
It rang only once before Matthew's soft voice filtered through the receiver.
"Gil?" Canada asked quickly. Prussia chuckled softly,
"Ja, der eine und ehrfürchtige mich is here." Canada continued quickly.
"Gil, it's not true right? I heard America talking about how they were going to... to dissolve Prussia..." Gilbert breathed out heavily and said,
"It's true, mein Birdie." The albino man heard the other gasp.
"Mon dieu..." Canada then continued, "But Gil, if you d-don't have any power anymore, then w-w-won't you...?" Matthew left the sentence unfinished, but the ex-nation knew what he meant.
"...Ja, I believe so, Mattie." Prussia heard the sharp intake of breath from the other side of the phone.
"G-Gilbert..." Canada's voice was thick with tears, "We can't let that happen. I won't let it happen."
"Okay, Birdie..." Prussia felt the exhaustion nagging at him then said, "Mattie, I'm really tired. I'm going to sleep now, okay?"
"Alright, Gil. I'll come visit you tomorrow, 'kay? I'll even make you some pancakes." The Canadian laughed weakly. "Well, good night, Gil."
"Guten nacht, Birdie." The line went dead and Gilbert was soon asleep, not bothering to change into pajamas.

OKAY GUYS! Sorry if the translations are off some places, because some of them I just did from memory. ^ ^'' Anyway, here's what the intended translations would be. Forgive me if I'm wrong.

GERMAN
Gott – god
Ja – yes
der eine und ehrfürchtige mich – the one and awesome me
mein Birdie – my Birdie
Guten nacht – good night

FRENCH
Mon dieu – my god