I'm back! Sorry for the late update...

Anyway, in this story, the Canadian capital, Ottawa, is in Quebec province because that's how it looks to me on a map and I can't have it in Ontario/Prussia province. If I'm totally wrong please just bear with me.

Kay kay! Soo! Let's get started, shall we?

I still own nothing, incase you were wondering if I suddenly got all the rights to Hetalia.


Chapter 4:

War raged on for another few months. It was still in Russia's favor, but we were one victory away from tying with him in wins. I have Prussia to thank for that. He's more amazing than I could have dreamed.

Oh gosh I sound like a love struck little girl.

But it's what is running through my mind as we plan for the next battle with a few of my generals present.

I'm silent as Prussia looks over the map of my land. "Lately Russia has been sticking to the southern border," he explains to us. "He's even had to take out a few Americans in North Dakota and Minnesota. He's most likely heading for Ottawa. He could take it, but not if we station there in time. I want forces stationed in the capital ASAP. Canada and I will join them shortly after. This could be the turning point, guys."

I'm in awe. Prussia's amazing. He might as well be the guy in charge. I'm still not sure why he's the underling though. Hell I'm still not sure why he's even here.

Still, I'm eternally grateful.

The meeting is ajourned and I walk up to Prussia.

"Nice job," I tell him. "I probably wouldn't have figured all that out."

Prussia shrugs. "It's not that hard. Why else woud Russia be going around the southern border?"

I slump my shoulders. "Right…"

Well I definitely wouldn't have figured it out. I'm not a war 's what my generals are for.

I'm looking at the map when Prussia calls my attention.

"I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself," he tells me. "With russia's transportation, considering setbacks along the way, when do you think he'll get to Ottawa?"

I make a face. I'm no good at this. Like I said, not a war startegist.

I examine the map carefully like I know what I'm doing. Russia is probably travelling by military van, maybe tank if he really wants to destroy me. He might fight Canadian forces in Thunder Bay, and in Toronto if he passes there. A fight usually takes a day, maybe longer. But with russia, maybe shorter. That gives me some idea, however, I'm still pretty clueless.

I give my best estimate. "Uh…five days?"

To my surprise, Prussia grins. "Nice. That's what I thought too. Maybe you're not a total idiot."

He pats my back really hard so it's almost a hit. I almost trip over the table that the map is on.

"It'll take less than a day to get to Ottawa by copter," Prussia states. "And we should get there early to prepare. We can do that tomorrow; there's something I want to do today."

"What's that?" I ask.

Prussia looks at me, and I get nervous when I see him grin with a peculiar glint in his ruby eyes.

"Pet shop!"

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I'm not sure how I ended up aming all this chirping and barking and meowing. Maybe Prussia took me. Maybe I tagged along.

All I know is I'm in a pet shop now.

"W-Why are we here?" I ask as we stand inside.

I expect him to say bomb sniffing dogs or messenger birds or something. But he doesn't.

"Wait outside. It's a surprise," Prussia states, heading farther into the store.

I guess I don't really have a choice.

I stand outside the store, facing the street.I'm not gonna peek at him. I respect Prussia.

…Great. Now I sound like he's naked or something.

I'm still trying to figure out he could possibly be getting when he bursts through the doors shouting, "Gilbird II!"

"What?" I ask as he spins around. There's something fluffy and yellow in his hands. When he stands still and opens them I see it's a little round chick.

My shoulders sag. "In the midst of war… you got a chicken?"

"It's not a chicken!" Prussia says defensively. "It's Gilbird II. Named after my best guy back in my day. He's just a little less awesome than me, but pretty high up on the awesome scale."

I'm thinking that doesn't mean it isn't a baby chicken.

I watch him pet the thing and it tweets. This feels kind of ridiculous.

"Gilbird was the only thing that could keep me going on the battlefield sometimes," Prussia continues. "He was definitely my best friend. Now it's Gilbird II! I bet this is is his great great grandson or something."

The chick...I mean "Gilbird II" climbs onto Prussia's head and sits in his hair like a nest.

Prussia chuckles. "Old times..."

He looks really happy. I don't blame him. Mr. Kumijiro had to stay at my place for the war so I haven't seen him in a while. I kinda miss him. Technically, Prussia's not being reunited with his chick, but he sort of has his pet again.

I smile. "That's sweet. You have a soft sot for your bird."

He looks at me. "Yeah. You making fun of me?"

"Oh of course not!" I say, shaking my head. "I'd never do that. I've just only ever heard of you when you're fighting or seen you fight being all confident. Seeing this nice side of you makes you all the more awesome."

Prussia blinks at me. "I guess." He laughs and turns around. "You're so gay, boss."

I blush as he starts toward the military base.

"N-no I'm not!" I stammer, continuing to redden. "I swear I'm not!"

"Denial!" Prussia taunts from down the street.

"It's not-hey! C'mon, wait for me!"

I rush to join him, still embarrassed. I can't believe he said that. I avert my eyes as we walk back to the base.

God, how did he know.


Yeah...Lame way to introduce Canada's sexual orientation...

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