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PruCan, light mentions of another.

Mentions of sex, language (I think), my writing

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Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine, (I don't think so anyway... I should hope not, either * looks through things * nope nothing here mine) title is from a song of the same name. Go listen to it. It's a nice song but I don't think it has anything to do with the story but it was what I was listening to when I wrote this one.

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Prussia's been watching Canada dance around the room in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, cooking breakfast with cute little neon blue headphones in his ears leading to a red and white iPod. (He used to have a pair of neon purple but Kuma-something bit those up when Prussia had forgotten to feed the little bear before leaving for a meeting.) Of course, a radio played in the kitchen air, blasting some CD that the others' sibling had burned. Pop/Rock music played, lyrics fading as Prussia was drudged into his memories, Ones that were burned into his brain.

Laying next to each other, waiting for the sun to rise. Tears filing his eyes as they moved away from each other, because during the day, being together wasn't right.

50 years.

Clandestine relationship.

Forbidden not-so-love.

Secret kisses whenever time would permit.

"You shouldn't disobey him."The whispered words said in worry as soft hands cleaned wounds that would eventually heal and fade away.

"I'll do what I want." whispered harshly, without any care for anyone else. Prussia angry at the whole situation of losing freedom.

Of losing who he really was.

He wasn't the only one. He knew this but didn't care. (But he really did.)

Hungary would glare at him angrily. She would scold him openly and in front of everyone. Prussia would only tell her that someone had already said all this to him. He would then walk away from the scene, not wanting to entice anyone else into an argument, or even worse, have someone try to defend him.

"What defines a relationship?" He asked out loud to the still dancing Canada.

"A relationship is... two people who decide to get together. It doesn't always have to be sexual but often it -"

"Becomes as such. Why? Why do you-"

"Ask?"

Prussia shook his head, finally noticing his slip up. (Maybe it was that Freudian Slip Of The Tongue Thing, Austria always spoke about.) He hadn't meant to ask anything out loud, and he definitely hadn't planned on getting an answer. "...Out of curiosity." Prussia mumbled.

"Odd thing to wanna-"

"know isn't it? I mean what-"

"does it-"

"have to do with us?"

"Are you rethinking us?" Canada questioned, biting his lip in that cute way he did that sorta turned Prussia on a little bit.

Prussia got up, "I will NEVER rethink us. You're as Awesome as me!" He replied, "I'm just stuck in thought."

"About what?"

"...A memory..."

-The End-