PruCan drabble-thingy; please read and enjoy!
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Prussia doesn't get it. He wouldn't – he's so loud and egotistical; he could never comprehend how it is to fade away into the background, into the shadow of your brother.
If he was Canada, he would have made himself noticed long ago; otherwise, he would've withered and died, away from the spotlight. But he guesses that Canada is the quiet, night-loving sort of flower; maybe he doesn't really care that nobody even tries to remember him.
It annoys Prussia so much, and really, he doesn't know why. It's not like it should matter to him – to tell the truth, he used to despise those people – and nations – who didn't stand up for themselves and let themselves be walked all over by the louder inhabitants of the world. But he's older and wiser now (no matter what his bruder says); he understands anguish most other nations can only wish never to experience.
And he realises that, sometimes, it is best to leave some things as mysteries. He wishes Canada to bathe in the warm dusk of attention and interest, and he'll leave the why to rainy days.
So he decides to stand by Canada and force the spotlight to pursue him, so Canada too can share the limelight Prussia occupies; maybe, together, they can figure out why their eyes meet across crowded avenues, why their hands fit perfectly against each other, and why their hearts beat in forceful duet.