Once the near middle of November had started, Prussia had come to the realization during one phone call with Canada that he still hadn't figured out how to get his brother and Italy out of the house long enough for him to stay over for a few days. Maybe if he just asks Italy if he can let Germany stay over at his house for a change, but then again, that task might be impossible with how Romano incredulously despises him. Although, if he can talk to Antonio and ask him to invite Romano to his house for a while, maybe then this plan might actually work out. If he's lucky.

While thinking of different ways to ask Italy and Spain about his little scenario, he heard a loud bang from the front door opening and then quick chattering, mostly done by Italy himself while Germany had put in only a few words and his usual grunts in agreement. If anything, now would be an 'awesome' time to ask. All he has to do is hope that his brother is in a good mood, otherwise he more than likely won't agree to anything which means that Canada more than likely won't be able to visit.

His worrying thoughts were interrupted by the 'I'm home' hug that Italy gave him while he was on the couch, only barely paying attention to the movie that was playing on the tv. "Gilbert! I feel like I barely see you, since you always go everywhere now!" He released his grip and looked at Prussia with his usual closed eyes and goofy grin, "But as long as you're happy, I'm happy!"

Prussia stood up to wrap an arm around his shoulders, squeezing lightly. "Aw, don't worry Italy! I won't leave you permanently, I'm too awesome for that!" He gives off one of his laughs and then walked over to Germany. "Hey, West, could you leave me and Italy alone for a moment? I promise we won't talk about anything bad about you!" Even though he was behind Prussia, the albino had sensed that Italy gave his brother a promising nod, as Germany's eyes had darted behind him and then back at him.

"Ja, I understand. I'll be in my upstairs office. Feliciano, your bags will be there as well." It was only when he stated that was when Prussia noticed the many shopping bags that were at either side of him. Maybe that was why Italy was in his better than usual mood.

As Prussia sat back on the couch where Italy had decided to reside as well, and while flipping the tv channels to find anything that he would deem interesting, he gave the other a quick glance to let Prussia know that he was paying attention. "Well, I have a favor to ask Italy, and I'm hoping that you'll be able to do it." Maybe if he gives him pleading eyes, then he'll go along with it.

"Oh, Gilbert, don't worry! I already planned for me and Luddy to visit Italy next week, so you don't have to worry!" He got up off of the couch, turning off the tv in the mean while, being unsatisfied with any of the channels he had found, and then gave Prussia a small peck on his forehead. "I hope you and Canada have a nice time together." His eyes were open as he spoke while giving him a soft smile, and that would make it only the second or third time he had seen them open.

Prussia was awestruck as Italy started leaving the room to go meet his brother, "Oi, Italy! How'd you now? You got telepathy or something?" He gave Prussia one of his regular goofy smiles, "Ve, you know, Luddy's right when he says that the walls are too thin and that you're too loud on the phone." He rushes up the stairs while he calls for Ludwig, leaving Prussia in surprise and with a few phone calls that needed to be made.

Maybe this kid is smarter than he leads everyone to think.


"Mattie, quick! Tell me what're doing!"

"I... I just... I'm just watching tv! Why?"

"'Cause you should be packing your bags because you're coming over next week! You're gonna be spending 4 days with the awesome me!" It didn't even matter to Prussia that his brother would complain to him about him loud voice later. This is extremely important!

"R-really? I thought you weren't able to? Or that at least, it would take a while to actually do it."

"Don't worry, everything's solved! Just get your ass packing 'cause I already got the plane ride ready!" Even if Germany did help a little with that, with him using the excuse that it was some business about him being a country, which wasn't too much of a complete lie. "So I'll just text you the details and everything'll be good. I'll call you later."

He hung up the phone, and realized that he felt extremely giddy. Is this how Italy feels all the time? All that's going on is that Canada would be able to come over, and it seems like things are gonna go smoothly, so he wasn't worried in the slightest. Although, what are they gonna do during the visit? Maybe he should clean a little bit in his more worrisome state, use the time in between to think about what he could plan out, and everything looks so messy since Italy usually leaves so many jackets and clothes on the floors. Although, he should remind himself though to not go as overboard as Germany does all the time.

Even though it had taken around 30 minutes to clean up the barely noticeable mess that was left around the house, he still wasn't too sure about what he could even do withthe Canadian. He could ask him if he's seen any landmarks or anything like that, but it sounds kind of dull. His thoughts were interrupted when his phone started blaring the Prussian anthem.

He put the phone by his ear, and immediately regretted it as it blared out what he could only distinguish as Spain trying to yell something to him. "Amigo! You think you're willing to hang out with me and Francis? It's only the two of us, and we haven't hung out in while, don't you think so as well?" He heard a few cars in the background and then some static from movement.

"What Antonio here is trying to say, is that we would appreciate it if you could be with us again. Our lack of being with you to celebrate you becoming a new nation, " Prussia cringed a little, no one else except for Canada knows that he still isn't technically a nation, "And we would like to celebrate now. Better late than never, I suppose." There's more static as the phone starts moving.

"So, what do you think? Well, it doesn't matter if you say 'no', we're going over there anyways!" Before he could answer, they hung up.

Looks like he'll have something to do today.


Once the three of them had gotten once again acquainted, the house had gained a friendly sense to itself. The ambiance was friendly as well, and was comforting in the sense of being with people who Prussia hasn't seen in a while, and because of that, it seemed that the stories of idiotic 'adventures' never ceased.

As France sat with a glass in his hand of wine he had brought while talking about something ridiculous that England had been doing with him and America, Prussia had sat on the couch with a bottle of beer or two as Spain sat by cheerily sipping on some sangria. The storyteller himself had been sitting in a loveseat at the side of the couch, but had stopped his story only halfway, seeming to be reminded by something much more important.

"Ah, while I apologize for cutting this story so short, I did remind myself of something that I had been wondering about you, Gilbert. May I continue?" His voice seemed to hold flickering suspicion.

While Prussia could have denied for him to continue his question, he did have some curiosity as to what France had wanted to ask. He took a large swig of his beer and swallowed. "Shoot."

"Well, I had talked to Matthieu only a little while ago, near the end of October I believe, and he had mentioned that he was preparing the house for one of your visits. I remember asking, and him stating that it was not your first." His eyes had only slightly narrowed as he continued talking, "Now, I do understand that Matthieu is his own nation and is not a little colony anymore, but I would like to know one thing." Prussia nodded to show that he was paying attention. "What are, and what were, you planning to do at his masion? Matthieu is a very kind, but very naive nation. I would not want to see him get hurt, and with the history that we all know that you can not deny, I am only worrying for his sake. I understand that this may anger you, but I am still his 'father' and I want what is best for him."

Prussia could feel that his blood is starting to boil. "Now, what exactly did you think I would do to Mattie?" His hands start to clench into fists.

"Well, while I can sense your anger, you must know that I am basing these ideas off of what I know about you. I know that you can maintain friendships, an example being with me and Antonio, but that still didn't stop you from previously having slept with either of us or with anyone else. With you more than occasionally talking about having sex with someone, yet from my point of view, never having any other type of interaction with said person other than just a single night, you must know that this is only because I truly worry about Matthieu."

"Wow, you know you really are one to talk Francis! I've seen you go after so many guys and chicks, and you're saying I'm the one not doing it right? Fuck, you ever barely hang out with me or Antonio because you're too busy doing that." Prussia stands up, "And you know, I notice that every single goddamn time you've singled me out in this whole conversation, you always say it's for Mattie. But, when did you say you last talked to him? Back in October! Yet, while you're here giving me some self-righteous bullshit, you still think giving someone a phone call three weeks ago means that you care about them. Even more when you call yourself their fucking 'father'. I've actually talked to Mattie more in a single week than you probably have in a goddamn year, and don't you dare try to fucking tell me that that's a lie. Because from what Mattie's told me, and how he's way more trustworthy than you, I think between you and him, I'll go with Mattie's side of the story when it comes to how you treat him."

During Prussia yelling, and him standing up to yell even more, France's eyes shifted from surprise to understanding for a fleeting moment. "Well, I see where you stand on this subject. If you want me to leave, I am willing to do so. I apologize for infuriating you like this." He stands up, but Prussia had grabbed his wrist before he could move past him.

"Listen, you don't have to leave, alright. I don't wanna make the one time we can all hang out into some stupid war. If you don't pound me with anymore questions about Mattie today, you're more than welcome to stay." Prussia sat down by Spain, in hopes that he would want to stay.

"If Antonio is willing to stay, even after this incident, than I suppose I am willing to as well."

Both had heard Spain clear his throat, and as they turned around, they found him with his head down in what seemed to be embarrassment. "Ah, if I'm not causing too much trouble, quien es Matthew?"


"Well, it looks like we're off. I'll see you in around a week, ok?"

Prussia gave Germany a strong hug, "Ah, don't worry. Take as long as you want. If I get arrested I'll call Franny instead of you." He could hear Italy giggle at his joke as he stood behind him.

"Ciao, Gilbert! I promise I'll bring you back something!" He gave Prussia a hug but got on the tips of his feet as well to whisper something to him, "Francis left something today early in the morning before he went back home. He told me to give it to you, it's in the kitchen." And then only to return to his usual spot by Germany's arm.

Prussia waved to them as they finished packing the trunk while his brother asked Italy about what he had whispered, only to get a giggle as a reply, and then drive off the front of the house to the airport.

Now all that's left is to see what Italy was talking about.


Prussia sat on the living room couch, with a box of some maple sweets that France had made, and all he's done is reread the small note that came with it more than ten times.

Dear Gilbert,

I apologize for infuriating you yesterday, and assuming what I now know is not correct. I can now see what is actually happening, and I hope you will accept my apology.

Signed,

Francis

p.s. the sweets are for Matthieu, he absolutely loves them.

It's easy to know why he's sorry, as well as why he left his maple confections, but what does he mean by 'what's actually happening'? Prussia knew him well enough to know that he loves to make mysteries and things like that happen, since he considers those type of things 'romantic', which is also why he leaves things so open so often, but this is a little too vague for even Prussia to understand what exactly he meant.

Before going any farther into his thoughts, he heard his alarm go off and realized that it was time to go to the airport and pick up Canada.

It might be better for him to leave his questions for after when Canada leaves.


Translation

masion - house

quien es - who is

Matthieu is just the french spelling of his name

Hey! I'm actually really proud of this chapter, but I do apologize for it taking such a long time. And don't worry about Spain, nobody got mad at him for not knowing Canada. As for this whole friendship reunion, I can imagine that they just randomly decide to visit one another without warning, but they just go along with it to the point that it's become a habit. If you guys have any ideas at to what Canada and Prussia can do over these next couple of chapters, I'm extremely open to ideas as well as anything else. Like always, remember to comment and tell me what you like or what you think I should improve on! ( ^O^ )