Inspired: Amazing Grace by Ray Charles. This chapter is actually a short continuation of my piece 'Painted Blind'. It might help to be familiar with it.

Amazing Grace

Prussia ran his fingertips over his eyelashes in wonder for the hundredth time. Canada let his eyes open and close, let his eyelashes brush over his fingers, and leaned into his palm. He nuzzled the hand that had watched over him and brought him back to life.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Prussia whispered. Canada snuggled closer.

"I forgive you," he said again, for the hundredth time, and it was true. He did forgive him. How could he not? He was in love with him, absolutely and desperately, and he had been for a long time.

The two of them were lying side by side on the mattress, staring into eyes that had longed to see and be seen. Prussia had tugged the covers over their heads so that the world was theirs and theirs only.

Canada kissed the palm of his hand and Prussia gasped at the sensation. Both of them had been waiting so long for this, just to see and touch and know each other completely. No more secrets; no more lies. No more guessing games.

No more war; no more scars.

No more regrets.

It was just Canada and Prussia wrapped in each other's arms, as it was always meant to be. The war had torn the world apart only to push the two of them together and how could Canada regret that?

A decade of blindness had been a small price to pay.

Prussia traced his cheekbones.

"Your eyes are beautiful," he said, "I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful."

Canada smiled, knowing that he had certainly seen something more stunning than his own eyes. He was looking at him right now.

"You're beautiful," Canada stressed, brushing his hair from his forehead. He had waited so long to see the man who had protected him during his darkest hours and he was beautiful. Frail and tragic and so very beautiful.

Prussia laughed and let his fingers trail over his lips.

"I'm broken," he whispered, barely a sound, but Canada heard him anyway and shook his head.

"And beautiful," he fluttered his eyelashes. "Broken and beautiful, just like me."

Prussia blinked twice before a ghost of a smile graced his features. It was the first smile that Canada had seen with his new eyes and it was crooked and perfect.

"Broken and beautiful, hmmm?" He mumbled thoughtfully, leaning in to kiss Canada. "I think I can live with that."

"So can I."

Their kisses began sloppily, like their love, before they could find a rhythm that suited them; slow and careful as if the other nation was an illusion that might disappear… As if the other nation could truly break, despite the fact that both of them were still here… Despite the fact that neither of them would ever let go again.

Canada could hear the quiet murmur of Germany on the telephone down the corridor, most likely ringing each national representative in the yellowpages. His sudden reappearance would raise questions, he had been missing for years, but those could wait.

It was all background noise in comparison to the man kissing him.

It could wait. It could all wait. The world could stop spinning outside their cocoon of blankets and Canada would not notice.

All of his attention was on Prussia. Prussia was focused on him.

Neither of them closed their eyes; neither of them could stand to take the chance. They kissed over and over and watched each other through lidded eyes, awkward and wonderful. Broken and beautiful.

Together and perfect.

Author's Notes:

Sap, sap, and more sap. Dum dee dum… This is very short but there is not much else to add. This is just a small addition to 'Painted Blind' because I have always wanted to write it. And I have always wanted to write it to Amazing Grace because it is, ahem, perfect. "I was blind but now I see…"

Lots of love to everyone!