~Some injuries heal swiftly, like a papercut or a scratch from a pet~
"Ow! The damn bear bit me!" Gilbert cried out, pulling his hand back in shock.
"You probably deserved it," Matthew called out from the kitchen where he was washing dishes. Gilbert pouted.
"No I didn't! He's just evil," The Canadian rolled his eyes.
"Let me see it," he dried his hands and went into the living room to inspect the cut. After looking it over quickly, he kissed his hand and let it go. "You'll live." He turned around just as Kumajiro lifted his head to stick his tongue out at Gilbert.
"Hey! See Bidrie, your bear is evil!" When Matthew turned around, Kumajiro had already gone back to his fake sleep. He rolled his eyes.
"Gil, just let it go. He didn't mean to hurt you." Gilbert dropped the subject but continued to grumble at the bear.
~Other injuries take a bit more time to heal. Like a burn.~
"Shit!" a faint sizzle came along with his curse. It was Gilbert's turn to cook dinner and he'd accidentally laid his hand against a hot burner. As he scurried to run it under cold water, Matthew ran into the room.
"What happened?" he still had his book in his hand, forgetting to set it down in his panic.
"Nothing, I just burned myself. Gott it fucking hurts." Matthew ran over to inspect it.
He set down his book and took Gilbert's hand. "Oh yeah, you got yourself good." Prussia hissed when his fingers brushed over it. "Désolé. Here," he turned off the stove, grabbed an ice pack from the freezer, wrapped it tightly in a dishrag and handed it to the albino. "Keep that on it for a few minutes. I'll go find the medicine." He ran off to the bathroom, returned with the first-aid kit, and put a bit of the proper cream on the burn, causing the other to wince slightly. "Sorry."
"Not your fault I'm an idiot Birdie." Matthew smiled and kissed his hand before Gilbert brought his lips to his own.
~Some injuries never go away, and some scars never heal~
The couple lay in each other's arms, covered in the afterglow of hours of glorious love-making. While Gilbert gently caressed Matthew, the younger softly traced his finger over his lover's scars. There were far too many in his opinion, one for each battle he'd been in, and several from self-harm. They covered his entire body. Some made Gilbert grimace, while others made him look sad. "Do they hurt?"
"Physically? Not anymore." Matthew brought the same hand over so it covered his heart.
"What about here?"
"Every day," he responded with a sad smile. Matthew traced his hand over a scar right under his heart, larger than all of the others. The scar that symbolizes his country's dissolution, The one scar that hadn't even begun to fade, and the reason the others had begun to. The scar that reminded them both that he would be gone forever. "That one's the worst. It says that I'm not good enough for you, that I'll have to leave you alone one day. That I'm damaged goods." Matthew kissed the scar gently.
"You're more than what I ever dreamed of having. You're beyond perfect, and I love you so much."
"Ich liebe dich auch," he held him closer, face nuzzled into his hair, and they both drifted off to sleep.
~But just because a scar doesn't fade doesn't mean we're damaged. It just means that we need a bit more love. Someone will give us that love, you just have to find the right person.~
A/N: Something I wrote out of boredom with no internet. Argh I'm such a sucker for fluffy PruCan. I was talking to a friend about how our scars will serve a permanent reminder of what we've done, and I got this idea. As always, reviews are appreciated!
