these ones turned out a lot more angsty than I wanted them to. oh well.


PruCan songfics

Now I'm Here – Queen

No one saw Canada, he was the second largest country and no one could ever remember he existed. Even his own brother forgot from time to time. That is, until Prussia waltzed into his life. He knew Canada's name on sight, and never forgot him.

Prussia had been in a great deal of pain. Being the embodiment of Prussia was hard enough, but to stay alive he'd taken a gamble and become both the memory of the holocaust and communist East Germany. He'd begun to wonder if that was a good idea. He was about ready to give it all up when he met a boy who changed everything. Canada took away his pain, made it easier to bear, and he could genuinely forget himself and have a good time around the younger country.

I'm a new man,

Yes you made me live again

Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin

He never expected his country would dissolve. He was Prussia! He'd been the strongest military power for at least a century… how could this have happened? Silently he cursed everyone, his growing brother, his phony cousin, and his "caring" friends. Were they happy now?! He didn't have a place now. He needed to find his place in this world; he couldn't die now, could he? Desperate, he would crawl just to find a solution. Something to keep him alive. Death scared him more than anything. Everyone had turned from him. What was love? Love was a lie. No one actually loved anyone.

Mama – My Chemical Romance

He was going to hell. That much was certain. He'd hurt more people than he cared to admit, and killed many more than he could count. He was mortal now. His country was gone, he was going to die. All of the nations were liars. Horrible liars. He was the worst of all; he should have been a better son. If Papa Germania could see him now, he wouldn't be proud, to say the least. He couldn't help his brother, he'd gone and gotten himself killed… Papa, we all go to Hell, don't we? At least those of us who are lucky enough to die. It's a living hell and a hell awaiting us when we die. What kind of existence is this? The worst one anyone can be born into.

Only Exception – Paramore

He'd seen his father's successes, his failures. Seen him broken, seen him try fruitlessly to put himself back together. He'd seen his everyone around him cursed with the burden of caring, and from a young age he vowed that he wouldn't fall for love and it's lies. He'd always kept an emotional distance from everyone else, and accepted his own loneliness for what it was. He'd never expected to fall for the sweet, blond Canadian, but it'd happened. He slipped into Prussia's life and became his weakness, the only exception to his rule. And he found that he was fine with this. He was fine snuggled into the Canadian's arms at night.

Oh, and I'm on my way to believing.

Nothingtown – The Offspring

Prussia was ready to burn his existence. He hated being a nation. He could tell everyone else did too. Sometimes at night he and Canada would plot the way that they could be heroes (like America always wanted to be) and burn the streets, sweep everyone off their feet and take them to a place where they could live in peace without the pressure of politics, economics, and wars. They would ride through the burning streets, lighters aflame, grinning, and burning down the horrible nothingness that had been their lives up to that point. They'd yell until everyone could hear it. But for now, they were both still stuck in Nothingtown.

The Spirit of Radio – Rush

"You know, this song is basically a summary of our life," Canada mentioned one morning as he busied himself making breakfast while Rush's The Spirit of Radio played in the background.

"Yeah? How so?" Prussia challenged, still groggy from sleep.

"Well, the opening lines are, 'Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive'"

"Are you really calling me unobtrusive? And you know they're referring to music there, right?"

"Yeah, well maybe I'm applying it to people, and maybe I'm the unobtrusive one."

"Wow Birdie, that's almost praising yourself. I'm proud." Prussia smirked and kissed Canada on the cheek, who blushed profusely.

Hold on to What You Believe – Mumford and Sons

He couldn't make any promises. He couldn't promise that he wouldn't hurt Matthew, he couldn't promise that he wouldn't let him down, he couldn't promise that he would always be there to pick him back up when he fell. Matt was so young, growing up in this horrid, war-torn world. He couldn't bear to watch it most of the time. He wanted him to grow up happier than he had, but he knew that there already wasn't hope for that. So now he could just insist that Matt kept his childhood hopes up, regardless of how silly they may seem. Because if anything did go wrong, and he couldn't protect his birdie, then he wanted him to be safe. He wanted him to be secure. He wanted him to be okay. Often he knew this was asking a lot, considering the kind of existence they were leading. But he could still hope.