This is insane.

*Knock knock*

Why the fuck did I do that? Run you moron! …but his feet wouldn't move. He heard muffled steps inside the door and a whispered swear. He hasn't seen you yet, just go!

His thoughts were interrupted by a hockey stick flying at break-neck speeds toward his face. With a surprisingly feminine strangled scream, the attack stopped.

"Prussia? What are you doing here? I could have sworn it was a criminal, or France, or America trying to invade me again…" His voice started near a whisper and fell into near silent mumbles from there.

Rubbing his head awkwardly, Prussia faced the Canadian. "Well, you see, I was… in the neighborhood and…" Fuck. …in the Canadian neighborhood? You moron! He's totally not buying it. You should've run! Running now would probably be easier to explain than being "in the neighborhood" all the way in Canada…

"America lives down the street and to the left. The house number is 285, thanks for stopping by," the Canadian stated in a practiced monotone dialogue, closing the door quickly with his final word.

"What? Wait! Canada?"

The albino man had to take a hurried step backward to avoid the door which was flying quickly back toward him. Canada stepped out, blushing furiously with his violet eyes sparkling and a hockey stick still in hand.

"You remembered?"

"Remembered what?"

"That I'm Canada!"

"…and I'm Prussia, what's your point?"

"Well, everyone always gets confused with… oh, never mind."

"America? People mistake you for America? Seriously?" At that, Canada's cheeks flushed a deep red and tears formed in the creases of his closed eyes. He stared at the cement foundation of his porch as both shuffled their feet awkwardly. Ahem.

"Ah! Yes, sorry. Come on inside, I'll make some coffee."

Prussia followed Canada into his house and shut the door quietly behind him. The house was simple, rugged, and well decorated with warm, natural materials. The floor was made of a deep, rich wood which was accented nicely by cream walls. The place was comfortable, if simple, much like a cabin.

Canada bustled back and forth in his kitchen making coffee. With every shuffled step, the stray hair on his head bounced slightly, causing Prussia's lips to turn upward at the corners. Canada was wearing red flannel pajamas and simple blue slippers which softened his steps. He smiled apologetically and motioned toward the large old table in his kitchen for Prussia to sit. He gladly took a chair, slumping down into it like he would at his brother's house and then feeling self-conscious and straightening again. He twiddled his thumbs and fidgeted his knees rapidly, feeling thoroughly un-awesome.

"So you were in the neighborhood?" The Canadian asked incredulously, standing by the coffeemaker as it dripped hot water loudly. The Prussian chuckled awkwardly.

"Well, yeah… you know how it is."

"How what is?" The Prussian's face colored a shade of pink which softened the blood red of his eyes. White eyelashes fluttered down as he muttered into the table.

"Nothing…" Awkward silence prevailed, frustrating the Prussian to no end and thoroughly confusing the Canadian. Is he drunk?

Mein Gott! You came all the way out here without an excuse! Are you drunk?

Luckily for both parties, the coffee maker beeped to voice its completion, startling both, but thankfully ending the awkwardness for a moment. Canada poured the steaming black liquid into two brightly colored, but well-aged and mismatched mugs. He placed one in front of the Prussian who grabbed it appreciatively and placed one on the table, sliding out a chair and sitting delicately. With two scoots forward he was seated comfortably at the table with his guest and warm porcelain wrapped up in his long, pale fingers.

"So," the blonde started, glancing off to the side and then quickly meeting the ruby orbs. "What brings you out here, eh?" Prussia's white hair fell down over his eyes as he stared intently into the mug. Canada's head tilted gently to the side as he waited silently for a response. The Prussian started softly.

"Things-T-Things have been hard, y'know?" Canada hummed in response.

"It's like I'm not a person any more –now that I'm not a nation. It gets so…"

"Lonely?" the Canadian offered.

"No! I'm far too awesome to be… Well, I… yeah," he coughed uncomfortably, "lonely." He spat the word with bitter loathing.

Canada stared at him for a moment before he replied, "But everyone knows who you are… How could you be lonely?"

"Sure, they know who I am. How could anyone not know of the great Prussia!" he shouted, shaking a tightly clenched fist. His fingers relaxed and wrapped back around the mug. "It's like I'm a novelty to them. How can I still be alive when I no longer exist as a nation?" The weight of the question hung heavy in the room with its implications. Nations had different theories as to why this might be, but none of them could be shared in polite conversation, and none of them changed the Prussian's situation. "Why am I even here? Not here, as in your house, but alive? I placed Ludwig in charge of Germany when the wall fell, and when the Soviet Union fell apart, where did that leave me? Ludwig's got everything covered and I just get in his way when I try to do anything. Fuck…" He buried his face in his hands leaving the mug forgotten beside him to cool. "Fuck," He choked, "I sound so un-awesome."

Canada felt his heart swell and twist uncomfortably and he thought of his brother. He definitely knew what it was like to be overshadowed by and older brother and what it was like to feel forgotten and insignificant. He saw a lot of his own suffering in the man across his kitchen table and did his best to comfort. "Well, people can see you, right? That's got to be pretty great. And it's great that you can be so close with your brother," he chuckled and then sighed, thinking of his own brother and neighbor.

"I don't just want people to see me; I want them to notice me! I used to be the spotlight of the world! Now what am I, Canada? I'm a relic of forgotten times. I suffered under Russia for years, and for what? Now I'm alive, sure. But at what cost? Does it even matter at this point?" Mattie stood suddenly, sending his chair clattering loudly on the floor.

"Of course it does, you hoser!" His cheeks flushed slightly, alternating between a bright pink and sickly purple. "I-I-I just… I m-mean…" He mumbled frantically. Prussia's eyes were glued to the panicked mess of a man. Canada was almost in tears when Prussia finally blinked once slowly, and then twice more as a slow smile grew cat-like on his face.

"Ohhh?" He stood with the mischievous smile plastered on his face and one white eyebrow raised teasingly. "And why's that?" He asked, stepping toward the cowering man while feeling much more awesome than he had. Canada peeked up into his eyes and saw a predatory glint.

"N-N-No reason. It's just that life is precious and important and stuff and ohmygodpleasebackup." The Canadian whimpered in a wavering tone as the Prussian stepped around the table and stood close enough that his breath could be felt on Canada's cheeks. The Prussian placed only one hand on the blonde's strong slender frame before he was hurried so quickly toward the door that he was nearly pushed face-first into it.

"N-Nice seeing you, G-Glad I could help bye!" Pink lips whispered through the door as it slammed behind the albino. Prussia blinked slowly, processing what had just happened and then stepped off the porch with a whistle and a merry hop.

That could have definitely gone worse…