Here's what I've accomplished today: watched Superjail for a while and then questioned what I was doing with my life.

This chapter is for Can'tTakeTheSky . I will do my best to fufill your wish *bows*

theinnerdork: *shoves Prussia at you* hug him! Hug him so hard Germany will feel it! Haha yeah no problem :) glad you're enjoying it!

Canada shut the phone and looked at his hands. Prussia locked his fingers together and waited patiently. Canada sighed and gestured to his phone. "That was France. He said America's been acting a little weird. I was just thinking-.."

"Thinking what, Birdie?" Prussia questioned. He ate the last bit of pancakes on his plate and called the waiter.

"I know we're on vacation, but I'm worried about America.." Canada sighed again and watched Prussia pay for the bill. He frowned slightly, but made no complaint as he stood with Prussia and started walking to the car.

"I'll grab our stuff from the room, and you check us out," said Prussia as he started the car and drove into the highway. Canada gave him a strange look.

"What do you mean?"

"At the hotel? We have to check out if we're going to America's house. Now," Prussia gave Canada no time to respond. He grabbed his phone from his hands and dialed America's number before handing it back to him, "tell America you're coming to visit."

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The drive to America's house was long, but the two made best of it. They sang along to songs on the radio, played driving games, talked about their childhoods, and shared stories. Both of the nations looked pained when their past came up, but they dealt fine. Prussia felt good finally being able to tell someone the things that had haunted him for so long. At one point, he cried. Canada had pulled over the car and moved him to the back. They sat there for a long while, Prussia crying into Canada's shoulder with his arms wrapped tightly around him. Canada cooed to him and hummed softly, stroking his hair gently and hugging him in , they were back on the road. Prussia claimed he 'just had something in his eye', and Canada simply agreed. When they were almost there, Canada spoke up again.

"I never told him you were coming," he said plainly, a look of horrid realization on his face. Prussia laughed and patted his shoulder. He motioned for him to keep driving and rest his hands on Canada's arms. Canada glanced to the rear view mirror and watched Prussia gaze out the side window contently. He briefly wondered if America would approve of his brother's actions. Would he be okay with the fact that taking Prussia in meant Canada would be at his side all the time? Or would he take Prussia as a threat? Canada sighed in discomfort; America was a painfully protective brother.

Soon, they pulled into a long driveway. Canada parked in front of the impressive house and turned to face the Prussian sitting in the back. He quirked an eyebrow up, silently questioning if he was ready for his brother's behavior. Prussia smiled and nodded before jumping out the car. He pulled open Canada's door and bowed, offering his hand in a dramatic sweeping motion. Canada laughed despite himself and took it.

"France said he was acting a little weird, so I don't really know what to expect. Just..try not to get in his face much, eh?" Canada squeezed Prussia's hand for emphasis. Prussia scoffed.

"I'm not stupid, Birdie," he laughed. Canada didn't comment. They walked to the front door and waited. Canada slouched slightly, expecting America to burst through the door at any second, but it never happened. He scrunched up his face and pushed Prussia back a step before knocking gingerly on the door. Prussia waited all of two seconds to barge forward and shove the door open. Canada yelped and quickly rushed inside, embarrassed and slightly afraid.

"Al? Are you in here?.." Canada took small steps towards the living room. The house was dark and hauntingly quiet. Prussia lumbered after him, knocking inot various objects and making the smaller nation cringe.

"Yoo-hoo!" called Prussia. Canada whirled around and slammed into him, desperately pressing his hand over his mouth. Prussia kissed it mockingly and smirked. Canada scowled and kept going, finally reaching the end of the hallway and flicking on a light. He peeked over the couch and found it empty. Canada scowled more and turned around, bumping into Prussia AGAIN.

"Prussia, I swear to Maple-.." he trailed off, wagging his finger at him accusingly. He huffed and quietly stompped off to the staircase. "Al, I'm coming upstairs. Are you up here?" There still was no reply. Canada wrung his hands nervously and crept up the stairs, flinching when they groaned underneath him.

The two made their way along, growing closer to the flickering light that spilled out from under his bedroom door. Prussia stepped in front of him and pushed the door open slightly, surprisingly staying quiet. Canada nodded and slipped into the room. He hurried to the bed and found America curled in a tight ball, staring at the TV. All that played were infomercials on the many uses of some kind of soap. Canada turned on the light and gently shook his brother.

"America, are you okay?" He grabbed his shoulder and turned him so he was laying on his back. America groaned and clutched his head. He pulled his knees to his chest and buried his face in the comforter. Canada grew worried instantly and climbed in next to him, wrapping his arms around him and brushing his head gently. Prussia stepped quietly next to him and placed his hand on his shoulder. He had an oddly uncharacteristic frown on his lips.

"Where's Iggy?.. He's been gone for so long.." sighed America. Canada pulled his head from the blankets and held his face in his hand. He gasped at the heat radiating from his cheeks. America had his eyes closed, but they could see them flitting under his eyelids.

"Al, what's going on? Are you okay?" Canada repeated. America trembled and coughed weakly. He sighed again and shook his head.

"England says I'm sick.." he trailed off for a second, "but that can't be true. Heroes don't get sick..." His eyes cracked open in an attempt to look at his brother, and he jerked slightly when he saw two pairs staring back at him. "Who is that!" he exclaimed. Prussia winced and took a step back.

"Al, calm down, it's just Prussia," said Canada, stroking America's arm reassuringly. America jerked away again and hissed slightly.

"Why is he here.."

"He's with me, America." Canada started to grow a bit angry.

America's attention focused on Prussia intensely and he scowled. "What are you doing to my little bro? Are you hurting him- I swear to God, if you hurt him-" he sputtered off and coughed harshly into his hand. Canada immediately wrapped his arms around him again, though he peeled one away to touch Prussia lightly. He gave him a stressed look and begged him back over silently. Prussia obliged grudgingly.

"I'm not hurting him. I'm just living with him, that's all," chirped Prussia. America's eyes grew wide as he looked back and forth between the two. He stuttered and pointed a quivering finger at his brother.

"You-..you-..what?..WHAT?!" Canada sighed and rolled his eyes. He clapped his hand over America's mouth and nodded.

"Look it's a long story. Quite frankly, it's not any of your business, but maybe I'll tell you later. What I want to know is why your sick. And what does England have to do with this?" His eyes got big and angry. "Did he curse you again?!" At this, Prussia let out a laugh. Canada shot him a glare fiery enough to burn his soul, and effectively shut him up. America shook his head, still keeping a wary eye on the twos' hand woven tightly together.

"No..England has been taking care of me..He-he said I have an ulcer or something?..I don't know, but the doctor said I should be okay in a few days.." America trailed off again and looked at Prussia. His eyes finally softened and he sighed lightly.

"Do you need anything?" Prussia asked, reaching slightly towards the door. Canada looked back, a bit shocked. He had missed the soft look in America's eyes and was terrified that America would hate him. America brushed the question off and confused the pair with a seemingly random statement.

"Take care of my little bro; he means a lot to me," smiled America, glancing to their hands still woven together. And then he perked up a bit, "And if you see Iggy, please get him for me.."

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Hmm..well I'm sorry I made America sick, but I felt like it had to happen. Is that bad? Nah! So if it wasn't clear (because I'm pretty sure it was a bit confusing), America isn't absolutely in love with their relationship-that-they-don't-really-realize-is-hap pening-even-though-we-do, but he knows Prussia will take care of his brother, so he's okay with it. *smiley face*

Ciao~!