This chapter was orignally gonna be about Prussia, but it ended so quickly i just went on to Canada. I think this chapter is really bad, but well...yeah here you go.

Also, just to let you know when Canada says 'he' like that he's talking about himself, when he says 'he'like that he's talking about Alfred.

Prussia awoke screaming. Such a horrible, ghastly sound laced with unimaginable pain. Germany was in the room within seconds, trying to calm his brother. "Nein, nein, nein, nein. Nein! Bastard won't lock me up again. I have to get back to mein bruder. Bruder! Bruder!"

"Gilbert, I'm right here. Gilbert, it's okay. It's all over. You're here with me." Germany tried frantically to get Gilberts attention and pull him back into reality.

"It's over?" Gilbert's voice cracked and he stared blankly ahead.

"It's over, you're free."

"Dissolved."

Germany was silent. Gilbert never talked about that, he had nightmares about being locked up with Russia and he freaked out about it, but he never mentioned the dissolution of Prussia.

"Dissolved."

"Yes, Gilbert. Prussia has been dissolved." Germany said, slow and carefully.

Prussia was silent for a long time.

Germany left the room.

Gilbert screamed

Ludwig held his face in his hands and cried.

Canada stared blankly ahead. His pancakes had long since gone cold and the sky dark. How long he'd been sitting there he didn't know. He didn't want to think about anything. His cell phone was ringing again. It'd been awhile since the last time it did. Eventually it stopped and Matthew didn't have to glance down at it to see it was another missed call from Alfred.

He doesn't really care. The thoughts were seeping through his wall of blankness. He never really did.

No, no, no, no. Stop it. Don't think about it, don't think about it.-Why not? You know it's true. Your brother's probably fucking the commie right now. His phone calls are his way of trying to get back into your good graces. That's all he cares about, I mean, all that matters is he have good relations with you right? You know-

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by a knocking on the door. Canada stood up, cautiously approached the door, and peeked through the peep hole. When he saw no one, his curiosity peeked and he slowly opened the door. Wait was that…?

"England, what are you doing here? And…what are you wearing?" It was indeed England, dressed in his red coat uniform his army wore in the late 1700's and the early 1800's. England stared at him as though Canada was one out of place.

"You asked me to come remember?" England said. "You asked me to personally assist you in the burning."

"What?" Canada was thoroughly confused. What was this?

"Come on Marvin, I thought you were the smart one. Now, you look ready, let's go." England shifted and walked away. My name is Matthew, Canada thought then glanced down to see that he was wearing his red uniform as well. What?

When he looked up his blood ran cold, in front of him was that building. The capitol…he burnt to the ground. England looked over his shoulder at him.

"You ready?"

"I'm ready." His voice never wavered. Wait, what was he saying? He took aim. What was he doing? He threw it, chucked whatever was in his hand straight at the capitol. What was that? Oh no. He watched it sail through the air and go right through the window. He torched it. His brother was inside. There was no hesitation. Alfred was inside. He wanted it all to burn.

"Canada! Canada!" He could hear him, crying out. He didn't care, he didn't care, he didn't care, he didn't care, he didn't care. He couldn't remember who he was talking about himself, or Alfred. "Matt, Mattie!"

He didn't care it was burning. Alfred didn't care. He didn't care, he didn't care. Everything was burning. It didn't really matter anymore did it?

"Matthew! Matthew! Wake up!"

Canada was roughly jerked wake. The first thing he registered was Alfred's face and the second thing was that his house was on fire.

"Thank, God. Mattie we have to get out of here." Alfred had to shout to be heard over the roar of the flames. Matthew stared at him. Why did he even care? Did he even care? Nobody cared. Canada was pretty content at sitting there and letting the fire take him. I mean no one really truly cares. No one remembers him unless it's important.

"Mattie!" Oh Alfred was yelling at him again. Then suddenly he was weightless and moving. His eye's widened and he looked at Alfred trying to figure a way out of the house. He barreled through one doorway which seemed to lead to a fiery inferno. There was a sudden creaking and Alfred moved them away just in time for the ceiling to come crashing down. Alfred yelped, but kept moving down the hallway.

They were almost to the front door when Alfred stopped. Canada looked over to see the doorway incased in flames. Alfred was coughing, obviously inhaling too much smoke. He turned trying to thinking of an alternative exit.

"Al."

"I'm not leaving you, Matthew."

"Why are you here?"

"What?"

"Why? You don't care, then why?"

Alfred glanced down at him and didn't answer. He set Matthew down, then turned to the wall next to him. He raised his fist and slammed it into the wall, effectively putting a rather big hole in the wall, not enough to squeeze through though, unfortunately. So he continued to hit it, until it was big enough to fit through. It lead outside and gave Alfred a grateful gulp of air, but the fresh oxygen caused the flames to rise higher and they didn't have much time life until the entire house was swallowed up by the blaze. Alfred wasted no time in picking up Matthew and shoving him outside, but just as he was about to follow, Matthew shouted "Kuma! Kuma's still inside!"

"Mattie, you stay here. I'll get Kumajirou!" Alfred shouted and Matthew watched him disappear into the fiery death trap.

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