Hello, I am new... Well for the most part knew, I'm just here to start a little... Well Idea.. Maybe people will start liking it more? My shipping, my OTP. Prussia and 2p Canada. Sure I got a lot of favorites but Prussia and 2p Canada have made it up there and it will never change. They are perfect for each other. But that is merely my thought. Maybe others think otherwise but I love them with all my heart.

And this is why. And please.. PLEASE don't judge me for how I do this. thank you. And I hope you enjoy my first Story!

[[ Prussia's Part One ]]

It was another one of those days... Just another boring day, waking up in the same house... Waking up to the same people (sometimes even waking up to the same nightmares.) It was just a BORING life.

What else could he do? He had blocked out his friends, he had blocked out everyone. Only ones left was his brother...

Ludwig. Or Better known as Germany. The young German was far more active than his brother. For his brother was... Getting out of touch: as some would say. But this getting out of touch wasn't good.

Getting out of touch meant he was fading.

Now it was one lazy day. The Albino sat up and rubbed his head, he had a growing headache that just got worse and worse as the time ticked on. He seemed to be rather annoyed with all that. But instead of whining, he just got up and got dressed. The yellow chick chirping angrily at his caretaker who seemed to be ignoring him for the most part right now.

After the long slow process of getting dressed rather fancy today, he finally went and headed downstairs.

He was greeted with a cry and a small outburst.

"Italy, will you calm down?! The pasta is fine!" Gilbert heard his little brother's rather harsh voice echo from the kitchen area. In reaction to that, a more higher pitched cry came after.
"But Gerrrrrmmmmaaannnnyyyy~" The whine went on. "The pasta doesn't smell right! It has to be perfect!" The Italian cried. Felicano Vargas, The Persona for North Italy. Feliciano, or Feli, or Better yet Italy, had been living with the two brothers for quite some time. Gilbert figured it was because his older brother, Lovino Vargas, Or the Persona for South Italy (A.K.A Romano), was living with Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, or Spain, and that older brother didn't want to deal with... "Two idiots" as the older Italian would quot.

Gilbert walked into the kitchen and looked at the two. They seemed to be fine, the kitchen was spotless as always because of his OCD brother. The two of them were quite a joy to watch from a distance, not so much up close because it will get bad if so.

Ludwig saw his brother. "Oh, bruder, did we wake you? I'm so sorry." He said rather quickly, not letting his brother have a moment to speak. Prussia just laughed and leaned on the door frame. "Nein, I'm alright, bruder. I didn't wake up to the sound of your lover's spat with Italy." he chuckled, enjoying teasing his little brother as a small blush dusted across his face.

Italy turned and waved to the Albino brother. He waved and continued to remake the pasta. Germany let out a sigh and walked over to his brother, barely standing a few inches over him.
"Are you feeling alright, bruder? You look more... Pale." He said, putting a hand on his brother's forehead.

For a moment, He stood in shock, oh crap. What if West found out? NO! He couldn't let that happen!

So... Prussia pulled away and looked at his brother.
"Nein, I'm fine West." He siad quickly. This surprised his brother.
"Ja... If you say so." He said worriedly.

~~Later After Breakfast~~

Germany stood up. "Alright! We need to do some training!" He said with a determined look. Italy gaved him a look as well and whines.

"Do we HAVE to?" Italy whined, flailing his arms all crazy like. Prussia chuckled a bit.
"Wessttt~ It's really sunny outside!" He points. Germany was a bit hesitant for a moment with what his brother said. It was sunny out.
"We.." He was hesitant a bit more. He then lets out a sigh. "Fine, no practice." He said finally. Italy cheered.
"Why don't we go out? Just to hang out?" The Albino nation asked, that sounded like a good idea.

Germany nods. So it was a plan, they were all going to go out. Alright, not so bad! Prussia watched his brother and the Italian go upstairs to change, Prussia looked around and winced in pain, Pain was another stage...

He knew there were a lot of stages...

One stage was the strange feeling...

Then getting the weak feeling...

Then the pain...

Finally.. The painless fading.

That's how it went... Prussia had less then one more stage.. He really didn't want to leave his brother. No.. Nor his friends... France (Francis Bonnofey).. Spain.. They'd grieve.. He knew that.

After moments of zoning out, Germany had come back and waved his hand in front of his brother's face. "Bruder?" He asked. Prussia blinked and looked at him.
"Oh, sorry." He chuckled and got up. "Kesese, I know where to go!" He laughs and looked. Italy stood beside Germany and smiled.
"Let's go then!" He smiled more. Germany nods in agreement.

But he knew something was off.. He just... Couldn't... Tell.. What...

So that's Part one Of Prussia's Part :3 I hope you enjoyed. Reviews would be nice too! Danke! I'm sorry it's so short too. I hope to get good reviews so this will be longer too!