Canada's body was laid on Prussia's bed. Flowers surrounding the corpse. Gilbert knew that Matthew would turn, but he was going to stay by his side no matter what.

Germany sat nearby too, trying to comfort his brother. Austria and Hungary were asked to warn the other nations about what happened. Most of the other countries thought it was a joke and ignored it.

It was early in the morning, before the sun rose. Canada's fingers wiggled over the blankets. Grunts escaped his chest, waking the German brothers up.

Prussia stood up from his chair and held onto Canada's hand.

"Come on, wake up! You can do it."

Germany sat nearby, aiming a gun just in case anything happened.

Canada opened his eyes. They were still their normal purple. Prussia smiled, hugging him tight, but Canada shook him off.

"Hey, stop touching me! What's wrong with you!"

Prussia backed away, closing his hands in fists, "Matthew...?"

"Don't call me that, you freeloader," Canada spat, "If you're going to talk to me, you're going to call me by the name of "Matt"... Where am I?"

Matt pushed the covers off him and smashed some of the flowers as he stood off the bed. Germany held the gun further towards the Canadian. Gilbert still stood away from the bed, unable to move.

"Don't aim that gun at me. I haven't done anything wrong. You're the ones who kidnapped me. Take me home!" Canada yelled to The German brothers.

Silence.

"Fine then, I'll find my way home by myself."

Canada stomped out the bedroom. Germany catching him by the collar and holding him back.

"No, we're locking you up."

Prussia immediately pulled Germany off, "No! We are taking him home!"

"What?! You know what they've been doing. It's better to keep one of them locked up instead of letting them go home."

"If we keep Matthew here-"

"Matt!" Canada yelled in between the german's conversation.

"Ok, Matt," Prussia continued, "If we keep him here, the others will come looking for him. It's better to keep them away from Europe."

Germany sighed and glared at the Canadian, "Fine, but I'm going to take him home myself... Unless you want to..."

...

Prussia sat in the plane with his former boyfriend. They used a private jet to go back to North America in fear that Canada might attack a human.

Gilbert couldn't stop looking at Matt. His hair was longer. A box of cigarettes sat in his pants pocket. He stole a pair of sunglasses from Germany and refused to take them off. The old prescription glasses he used to wear was no use to him anymore. His eyes were fine.

"Matthe-.. I mean Matt, I was wondering if-"

"If you're wondering if I still love you or not, it's a no."

Canada resumed to look out the window, watching the blank white clouds. Gilbert shuffled in his seat and ran his fingers roughly through his hair.

"...ok."

...

The two nations arrived at the home. Oliver opened the front door and allowed his son to walk in.

"Thank you, darling, for bringing Canada home safely. We owe you one." Oliver smiled, kissing Prussia's cheeks.

Prussia smacked England away from him, "Don't touch me."

Oliver shrugged his shoulders and slammed the front door. The Prussian stood still on the porch, too frozen to move. Until he left and went home. Thinking of how he will never have his precious little Canadian back.