Author's Note: Dedicated to Jessi D.(Lazy title is lazy.)
"... So." said Canada.
"So." countered Wales. Somehow the silence only got heavier after that.
England and America had locked the two of them in a room together so they would be forced to sort things out between them.
"England and America are getting married," Canada attempted again to start a conversation.
"Yup."
Canada sighed.
"You know he raped me, Wales."
"That's no reason to shout his name!"
"He made me say that! He made me say it every time or he would hurt me! He would break a finger or rip out my hair or kick me in the ribs or strangle me! He said that if I kept disobeying he would k-kill me or w-worse! He wanted to brand me as his own so that everyone knew it. I guess that worked." Canada looked away from him, shocked at his own outburst. He heard Wales stand up as hot tears stung his eyes. He walked over to him, took his hand, and crouched down. Canada looked into his eyes, and they were filled with grief.
"I-I'm sorry. Canada," he whispered, crying now himself, "I love you." A tear rolled down Canada's cheek and splashed onto the back of Wales's hand.
"I love you too, Wales." Canada shouted, and hugged him.
***
Later on, when England and America came to the door to check on them, they heard something. England immediately flushed a neon pink, but America just grinned. Because this time Canada shouted the right name. And Wales didn't mind that it was in French.