A Time to Cry

It had been seven years since the dissolution of Prussia. Every year at this time a few Nations take the time to remember. Especially one, Francis Bonnefoy the personification of France. Gilbert wasn't just a loss in battle. He was a friend, for many years. Seven years ago on this day France had made a decision, one that would haunt him for the rest of his life. A selfish act that he did willingly and without thought to how it might effect others. When most nations are dissolved they leave. Only showing themselves in times that they so choose, and only to those who wish to see them. France was not able to handle the thought of maybe never seeing Prussia again, so he gave up his ability to see. In order for Prussia to remain visible, to stay with everyone France chose to give up his right to see the nation.

As long as he knew that Prussia was there with everyone he was okay with his decision, he went everyday smiling and remembering how things used to be. He couldn't let go of the other though and for seven long years he kept it secret. He avoided hanging out with his friends so they wouldn't find out that he could not see the Prussian. Matthew was the first to notice. It was quite obvious when Prussia had spent a good fifteen minutes trying to talk to France who just ignored him. So on this day when everyone remembered the war, and all the loss that happened with it. France was locked up in his house and refused to come out. It was his time of mourning.

He would curl up on his bed, and just let all his emotions overtake him. Matthew couldn't stand to see France like that anymore and so that was when he decided to take matters into his own hands. Locating Spain and Prussia had been easy. Trying to explain everything to them wasn't,

"You don't understand, I think you should both be with France right now," the Canadian tried to sound urgent. It came out as more of a hushed whisper though.

The Prussian arched a silver white eyebrow at the tiny Canadian, "Why should I, That ass has been ignoring me for seven god damn years!" he snapped and downed another beer, slamming the empty mug onto the bar. It made the bartender jump a little.

"Gilbert, you don't know what he has sacrificed for you," Matthew was getting angry now.

Antonio stepped in to cool the situation, "Now, now, it is a little hostile right now, lets just hear him out Sí Gilbert?"

"Fine, i'll hear ya out, hurry it up," he said looking at the bartender and gesturing to his cup for another beer.

Closing his eyes Matthew tried to stay calm, why did people listen to Alfred without the attitude? "Did it ever occur to you why everyone can see you and why you haven't joined Germania and the Ancients yet?" The question was right to the point and both men went silent.

"That is because I am too Awesome to be with them yet, you all still need my Awesomeness in order to function," Gilbert retorted as he picked up his beer and was about to take another mouthful when Matthew removed it from his hand.

"Wrong," the Canadian said, to a now pissed of Prussian, "Your only hear because he wanted you to be here. More than anyone else, I don't understand it. He is crying at home alone right now, because he wanted you to stay here so bad that he gave up one of the few joys he ever had. What he sees in an idiot like you beats me!" Matthew snapped and slammed the beer onto the counter before storming out of the bar.

Gilbert looked to Spain, than his beer, and then the Canadian's retreating back. Finishing off the drink he looked at Antonio, "Lets go see what the hell is going on," he said as he headed out of the bar. Antonio following behind.

When they had arrived at France's house everything was dark. No lights were on in the usually cheerful house, no warm welcome. It was strangely cold, moving through the house to the staircase, Antonio stopped Gilbert,

"Let me go first amigo," he said and when Gilbert nodded he went up the stairs to France's room. Knocking a couple of times he waited for an answer that never came. Worried he pushed the door open a crack to see the Frenchman curled up on his bed, bathed in the moonlight. His face damp from tears Antonio sat down on the edge of the bed. Gilbert had followed Antonio upstairs and stood in the doorway watching. When the bed dipped under Spain's weight France opened his reddened eyes,

"Gilbert?" he asked hopefully.

"No, it is Antonio. Francis are you okay amigo?" Spain asked with concern in his voice.

The concern and the emotions from the day overwhelmed Francis. He couldn't stay quiet any-more, "No, I miss him so much. I know he is still here, but I can't see him any-more. I thought as long as he was still here I could do it. I could pretend like everything was normal. I can't. Is he even here?" Francis asked fresh tears falling.

Antonio looked at him with a sad expression, "Sí, he is here, it wasn't for nothing," Antonio slowly laid down beside Francis. Pulling him in close he smoothed his hair and gently started to sing. It worked for Lovi whenever the young Italian got upset.

Gilbert watched them from the doorway shocked, and bewildered by everything he had just heard. Francis couldn't see him, so he wasn't ignoring him. Everything he remembered over the last seven years was misread. He watched them until they fell asleep. Walking over he crawled onto the bed in front of France.

"Siento haberle hecho esperar." he whispered and very gently he leaned forward and kissed Francis's forehead. The little murmur from France that only Gilbert could hear brought a loving smile to the Prussian's face.

"Je t'aime, Gilbert."

{{A/N: So this is the first one shot. I am sorry if it seems kind of rushed or awkward. I am used to big plotlines but I can never finish them so hopefully this Cute Fluffy Fic made some of you happy. I know it's not to most peoples fancy but I tried. Again I do not own Hetalia. Please review and let me know if their is something you would like to know about the pairing I will try to write a one shot to explain it. Since most of you don't know how I see this pairing this one shot probably makes little to no sense.}}