disclaimer: Hetalia, dont own. I also don't own any of the charaters either.

Canada was crying. He hadn't even read the letter that was sent to him. The only thing that he had read was the return address. The letter was from the Allies.

Canada knew why it had been sent to him. They were finally inviting him to one of thier meetings but this time he didn't want to go. They were going to dissolve Prussia. He just knew it.

He couldn't get dressed, he couldn't comb his hair, he couldn't even make pancakes. This was horrible. He had finaly made friends with someone and they were going to kill him.

Usually, countries couldn't be shot or drowned or burned. One could only die if another group of countries signed an agreement to get rid of them. Then that country would feel the most horrible pain. It would last 24 hours before they would finally die and dissolve into the Earth.

He didn't want to sign it. He agreed to himself that he would go, but not sign the form. If all the countries didn't sign, Prussia wouldn't die. With that slightly reassuring thought, he got up and got ready to go to the meeting. He ate but his pancakes tasted horrible, even with maple syrup on them. This can't be a good sign, if maple syrup doesn't cheer me up.

He grabbed Kumajiro from the chair he was sitting in and rushed out the door. He opened the door to his maple colored car and drove down the bumpy road. After a four hour drive of listening to a CD Prussia left in his car, Canada was totally depressed. He would have turned it off but Kumajiro was sleeping on the console. He began crying again. No, Canada. You can't cry, he isn't going to die. Your not going to sign the form.

He wiped the tears from his eyes. He knocked his glasses off in the process. Oh maple. I'm such a mess. He parked his car in front of a tall silver skyscraper. It was the countries meeting location in America. His brother always insisted that important Allies meetings were held here. But Canada knew better, his brother didn't like traveling. America, always said he was the Home of the Heros.

Canada sighed as he scanned his key card and the door open. He walked along the wall and stared at the ground. Canada said hello to Switzerland and Ukraine but they both didn't notice.

Pushing open the door to room 234, Canada met the stares of the Allies. England, France, China, Russia, and America. He sat next to America at the head of the table. France who was sitting on the other side of him patted his shoulder. France was the only one Canada had told about his crush on Prussia. He was also Canada's brother. America finally cleared his throat and started the meeting.

"Ok Allies, we have gathered here to discuss the fate of Prussia. He has killed millions of people in his attemp of world domanation. Although he stopped, the crime can't be forgotten. I have wrote this disbanding form. I have trusted you countries to sign it. When everyone has signed it, Prussia will be gone, no longer a country. "

Canada spoke up.

"America, we really don't have to do this. I'm sure he can pay some other way. Isn't this a bit harsh. You didn't kill Germany after world war 2. Why should you kill his brother? Plus I don't really think your the one to decide his fate."

America frowned at his brother and for once, didn't say a thing. Canada almost broke out in tears again.

"Really! This one time, when I actually want to hear you, nothing! I thought you liked to be the hero, America! But, no. This time, your the merciless villain!"

This time, America looked hurt. He did like being the hero and hearing his own brother call him a villain of all things, hurt deeply. England tried to comfort him but America just pushed him away. He stared coldly at Canada.

"I'm not sure what your going at, but I am being the hero! I'm saving countless humans from his wrath and avenging countless others! I will go though with this and Canada, you can't stop me!"

France glanced nervously at his little brother. He didn't want him getting hurt from America. The country was strong and thick headed. He would do sometime that could harm Canada and actually think about it later. France stepped in.

"Mon ami, you can not blame Canada for being upset. He is Prussia's friend, as am I. I will sign the contract and I'm sure Canada will too. I wish to have no guilt for killing one of my best friends. You see what we mean."

Canada silently thanked France for saving him from the argument. Even though that wasn't his reasoning for being against America's claim at Prussia's life. China, who had been quite this whole time pounded his hand on the table. It was a startling move from a country who was usually peaceful.

"I have seen many countries come and go. This one is no exception. I say we all sign the form and get this over with. I have more important things go do!"

Canada glared at China but he averted his gaze. Stupid China. How he could just sign off on Prussia's nationship and life! Just like all the others will do. I thought France, America, and England would respect my friendship with Prussia. But instead they decide to kill him! America passed the contract to England after signing it himself. Then it went to China. Russia signed it all to fast, with a delighted smile on his face. France stared sadly at the paper as he too signed it.

When Canada got it, he just passed it back to America. The nations just stared at Canada in disbelief. How could he! I'm his brother, why would he just ignore my idea. America face was flushed a deep red. Canada stared confidently back at him.

"America, and all the other countries for that matter, I'm my own nation. I can make my decision by myself and without your interference. Prussia is my friend and I'm not going to betray him like you France."

France was crying very softly into his hands. He didn't want to have to this, but he had lost a bet to England. If he won, England would have to what France wanted without arguing. If England won, France would have to what England wanted. Sadly, France had not been able to eat more scones than England. So England's wish was to keep his boyfriend, America, happy. When France had heard about the dissolution of Prussia, he had cried for a long time. He knew that his deal with England would force him to sign. Now, he felt horrible and just couldn't stop crying. Canada couldn't worry about France right now. He had to stand up to his stupid jerk brother right now. America had grabbed Canada's hand and was force writing a signature under the place where he was supposed to sign.

"America! What has come over you!?"

Canada struggled. He was older and strong as well but Canada knew that America was just stronger. He had kicked and punched America already but nothing would stop him. Finally, America let go of his hand. But Canada had already signed. America was panting and Canada was hitting him with all the strength he could muster though his tears.

All of a sudden a cry came from a closet it to the back of the room. A bloody man came stumbling through it. His once blue uniform was now red with blood. His cries were terrible and Canada was crying harder when he saw a speck of white in the blood soaked hair of the man. It was his love, Prussia. Canada ran to him and held him in his arms. The bloodshot eyes of Prussia were fixed on the purple ones of Canada. His swollen lips smiled grimly. "Hey birdie. Nice to see you again."

Canada sobbed and his tears fell onto the cross necklace that was hanging around Prussia's neck. Prussia screamed again as a wound tore open his forearm. Blood now soaked Canada's suit but he didn't care. He silenced the scream with a kiss on the dying nation's lips. It was full of blood and tears. But also of Prussia. Prussia broke away and pulled from a bloody pocket in his coat, a pile of envelopes. He pushed them into Canada's hands. Canada placed them in a clear place not covered with blood. He held Prussia close and they kissed again. They didn't stop. The pool of blood steadily grew around them. Prussia broke out in a fit of screams. "This is the most unawesome thing ever! Ahhhh! I love you Canada! Owwww! This stucks!"

Canada couldn't bear it. He plunged Prussia into one last kiss and blood was flushed onto Canada mouth as he started coughing it up. He had to break away. Prussia's eyes had no humor, no pain, no love. They were blank and his breathing had stopped. Placing his wet hand on the nations chest, he felt nothing. Well, nothing but longing for Prussia, hate for America, and a horrible sadness. Canada let out a ear-splitting scream. He clutched Prussia's body as it melted it away. All that was soon left of him was the cross necklace and a locket that Canada hadn't seen before. He hung them around his neck, picked up tes and stood up. He stormed out of the room and took of in a run after leaving. Tears blinding his view he ran down passed the meeting building and parking lot. He ran passed shops and cars and pedestrians. He stopped in a forrest 10 miles away. Then he started punching trees. He felled a fee of them and left a few major dents in more. His knuckles were bleeding bit he didn't care. His loss brought more pain than he had every felt. Even the time he was shot in the thigh was less pain than thiseen in a bar fight and hadn't seen the gun till it was shot. He longed for Prussia's laugh, his devil eyes, his messy white hair. But most of all Canada just wanted Prussia. He knew it wasn't possible though. That's what sucks about being a nation. No amount magic, science, or praying could bring you back when your dead. Canada sat in the woods crying, cussing, and taking his anger out on the trees. He fell asleep after 4 hours of crying.

Author's Note: I think this chapter is very sad. I'm pretty unemotional too. BTW if the text is in italics, it is someone's thoughts.