The Hetalia Global Warming Crisis; Get Out Alive
12—The Agreement
~~Canada~~
Canada stared up at the ceiling, his indigo-blue eyes refusing to close.
The room was dark, and the sounds of deep breathing and heavy snoring rippled through the air. Someone had laid him on the floor, and then the other countries went to sleep around him, making a protective ring around him in case something was to happen. Matthew felt safe, and he trusted each of the other countries with his life.
But he still couldn't sleep.
Matthew forced himself not to toss and turn, for fear of waking the other nations, but he couldn't lie still for much longer. Delicately and with the ghostly silence he possessed for years, Canada stood up and stretched on his spot.
"Can't sleep?"
The young country jolted in surprise and fear, but as he glanced over his shoulder, all he could see was Prussia's pale, crimson eyes gleaming in the darkness, accompanied by his sharp-toothed grin.
"No," Matthew replied quietly. He stepped carefully over a softly snoring Spain, who was sprawled on the floor next to Romano. Even in their sleep, Spain appeared to be pulling Romano to him, but the Italian had his foot in the Spanish man's stomach, preventing him from getting any closer. Matthew stifled a laugh and joined Prussia on the couch. Again, he was standing guard over everyone else.
"'Oh Canada, we stand on guard for thee,'" Gilbert sang softly as the younger country sat down.
Matthew glanced at the old nation in surprise.
"You know my national anthem?" he whispered, startled.
"Of course I do!" the Prussian laughed softly. "Who doesn't?"
"Everyone else who didn't know I existed until now," muttered Canada dryly.
Gilbert looked away in embarrassment, lapsing into an awkward silence. After a while, Matthew sighed and slowly leaned onto the Prussian, resting his head on the older nation's shoulder.
"Why did America leave…?" the Canadian muttered to himself.
"Let him do what he wants to do," Gilbert advised with a small chuckle to himself. "That's what my brother does with me."
"But without my brother I feel so alone," whimpered Matthew, trying not to sound like he was whining.
Gilbert's red eyes flared in the darkness. "What are you talking about? Are you saying I'm not here with you right now?"
"Eh?" exclaimed Matthew, pushing himself away from Gilbert to look into his eyes. "Of course you're here!"
"Then you're not alone," the Prussian said softly, wrapping his arms gently around the smaller man, pulling him closer. "Look around. They're all still here, right? They didn't abandon you." He rubbed the young nation's back, trying to ease the tension in Matthew's body. "We're all with you, Canada. You will never be alone."
"But what if—" Matthew's voice was muffled as the older nation brushed one hand over his mouth. Gilbert smiled gently, his red eyes staring deep into Matthew's indigo eyes hypnotically.
"Don't say things that won't happen," Gilbert murmured with a hint of tension in his voice. "I don't want to hear them, and neither do you."
Matthew nodded in agreement and Prussia pulled his hand away, resting it on Canada's shoulder. The younger country threw his arms around the Prussian man's waist and buried himself in the older nation's chest. Gilbert lay down on the couch, allowing the Canadian to lie on top of him. Both nations lay in silence, and eventually Matthew fell asleep, still clinging onto Gilbert.
A while later, Gilbird, Prussia's tiny companion, slipped from his shoulder and fluttered down to peck at Antonio's head. The Spanish man grumbled as he struggled awake to take his turn to guard. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked over his shoulder at Gilbert, lying on the couch with the slumbering Matthew in his arms.
"Ssh," the Prussian hissed softly at Antonio, and then flicked his red eyes to look at the chair by the couch. Spain nodded in understanding and crept over to the chair, his belly aching where South Italy's foot was digging into him.
Antonio settled himself on the chair and glanced at Gilbert. The Prussian was running his hand through Matthew's hair, his red eyes clouded with thoughts. With a hand still on the young country's head, Prussia curled around Canada protectively and closed his eyes. Spain focused his attention on the main door, allowing his mind to wander. Slowly, his lips curled into a smile.
-C-
Teach me to fight.
The white wolf stares at me in what seems to be shock. This is the first time I get to see its eyes clearly. Red eyes, as bright and dangerous as Prussia's, look deep into my eyes. I try not to collapse under its powerful gaze.
I want to be able to protect my friends as well as myself.
You are a country, and one of the most powerful, if I recall correctly, the wolf growls softly. Why must you learn from me?
Never have I learned from such a great creature before.
Yeah, I know. Stupid excuse.
The wolf looks slightly flattered and I smile. It shakes itself and pads up to me, its eyes asking me to bend down to face it. I kneel before the wolf and it nods as if in satisfaction.
Very well, it replies gruffly. I will teach you—on one condition.
What?
You must promise to help your foes to save the world.
WHAT!
I can't believe what I just heard. Help the very people who want to destroy all my friends and use me to get what they want? Never!
You know I won't agree, I nearly snarl at the wolf, surprising myself and the wolf with my ferocity.
Then if you disagree to that, can you do another thing for me? The wolf is practically pleading with me.
What do you want? I whisper, expecting the worst.
Give me a name.
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
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