8:45 PM Kassel, Germany – near the tracks.

"What are you waiting for, America? Christmas?" Prussia glared at him, "Don't think I'll go easy on you for the holidays-"

"First off, you idiot, I'm not America." Canada scowled, "Secondly, you're unarmed."

"What does that have to do with it, you slime?" Prussia actually advanced, and Matthew pulled out his weapon, aiming it steadily at Prussia's chest. "You charged me when I was armed- what makes you think you're going to get off any easier. I want my gun back anyway-"

"Not yours." Matthew scowled, "You and my brother are both-"

Prussia charged, and Canada sidestepped him, bringing the butt of the pistol down on his head.

"You're both morons with over exaggerated senses of your own capabilities."

"Ow, verdammit-" Prussia hadn't gone down, instead was reeling around to try again.

"You both like to rush into things without thinking." Matthew vented, kicking Prussia's legs out from under him, watching as he went down, then bounced back to his feet, still looking as though he were going to- yeah. He was going to try attacking again.

"And sometimes I wonder how he managed to survive without Arthur there to hold his hand- but then I remember-" again, Matthew swung- missed- and was struck in return, "He's bloody determined."

"I-" Prussia was sent to his knees by the butt of the gun being slammed onto his head once more.

"But there's one big difference between you and Alfred." Matthew mused, noting the bruise that Prussia had managed to make on his face. "I love my brother. You- I couldn't care less about."

"You're not—"

"I'm Canada, moron."

A subtle sort of fear flicked over Prussia's face.

"Yeah. That's right. It's bad enough my allies forget I'm around, or mistake me for America, but I don't want you to forget as well. Because I really am tired of it." Okay, maybe that last swing was filled with resentment and anger over the whole situation- including being mistaken for Alfred again. "C'mon. I'm sure Francis can figure out what to do with you and Germany."

Oh. Wait. Prussia wasn't moving.

Sighing, Matthew slung the Nation's body over his shoulder, and picked his way back through the woods.