Normal POV

"Why isn't it healing?" Prussia growled in his room. Last week Germany's dog bit him. The bite wasn't healing. He doesn't know what's wrong. The bites always healed before!

"Bruder? What are you yelling about now?" Germany asked from the door. Prussia spun around. He was careful to hide the hand with the bite.

"Oh. Bruder. I didn't know you were home... I was yelling about... uh... not being able to tell Birdie how I feel. Yeah. That's it." Prussia said. He was still hiding his hand.

"Okay. See you later Bruder." Germany said going to his room. As soon as he was gone Prussia ran to the airport,

"One ticket to Canada please." Prussia said outing the money on the counter.

"Here you go sir. Go to gate 127. Your flight departs in 10 minutes. Have a nice day." the girl behind the counter said as she handed Prussia the ticket. Once Prussia grabbed the ticket, he ran to the gate.

_IN CANADA (hehe)_

Prussia walked out of the airport and saw Canada. He didn't call Canada so he didn't know why he was there.

"Gil? What's wrong?" Canada asked. He looked worried.

"Birdie. How did you know I was here?" Prussia asked still confused.

"I sensed a country in distress here. I came immediately. What's wrong?" Canada asked again.

"Mathew. Can we go to your place? I don't want anyone to hear this." Prussia asked.

"Sure. Get in the car." Canada said.

_At Canada's house_

"Gil What's wrong? You called me Mathew. You never do that. What's wrong?" Canada asked when they got inside.

"I'm not healing." Prussia said.

"... WHAT!?" Canada yelled.

"West's dog bit me last week. The bite didn't heal. See?" Prussia said showing his hand.

"Oh Prussia. I won't let anything happen okay? Now you'll stay here. At least until this is solved. Now let's get some sleep." Canada said as he led Prussia to a guess room. After all, it was getting dark.

"Okay. See you in the morning Birdie." Prussia laughed. After that Canada went to his own room.

As the night went by, Prussia got more and more uncomfortable. It got so bad that he woke up Canada by screaming in pain. When Canada got to Prussia's room, Prussia was on the floor screaming.

Prussia POV

It hurts. It hurts so bad. What's wrong with me?

"AHHH!" I let out another scream. I saw Birdie open the door as I screamed. He looked horrified. I looked down and saw why. Where my nails had been, were claws. My skin was growing platinum fur. What? That makes no sense! The Hell is wrong with me!?

"Birdie... Help... Me." I whimpered.

"Gil... I don't know what to do." Canada said.

"What's happening... to me?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I don't know Gil. I'm so sorry." Canada said.

Canada POV

He has fur, claws, wolf ears, wolf teeth, and wolf eyes. You can't miss the tail either. I can't believe it. He's turning into a wolf. How? How is this possible? Before I knew it, Prussia was a giant wolf. Werewolf. That's what I thought.

"Stay. Good boy. I'll be right back." I told the disoriented wolf. I rushed to the phone.

"Hello?" England said.

"England! I need your help!" I yelled into the phone.

"At 1 in the morning?"

"Yes! Now hurry! Please!"

"Okay." with that he hung up and I called Germany.

"Halo?"

"Germany! Come to my house now!"

"Why? Does it have to do with Prussia missing?"

"Yes! HE needs your help! Please!"

"Okay." then Germany hung up as well.

_Time skip brought to you by Italy's PASTAAAAA!_

Normal POV

DINGDONG!

"Prussia! Heel! Sit! Good boy." Canada yelled opening the door. "Come on in."

"Uh. Why did you yell at Prussia like he was a dog?" England asked.

"I would like to know that too. He is my brother." Germany said.

"You'll see. Follow me." Canada said. He led them to the living room.

"Ah! When did you get a giant wolf!?" Germany yelled.

"I didn't. That's your brother." Canada stated.

"HUH?!" England and Germany asked.

"You heard me. So last week, Germany, your dog bit Prussia. The bite didn't heal, so he came here. When I called you he just finished changing into a wolf. I called you , England, To find out how to fix it. Canada explained.

"If he stays like this through the night, it will never stop. He will change every full moon. Maybe at will. Depends on the breed of werewolf." England said.

"How does he change back?" Germany asked.

"He has to find the will to." England stated.

...To Be Continued...