"So, this is where we part ways, I guess." Cuba shoved his hands in his coat pockets. Seychelles nodded, eyes shining with determination. "Then you and your troops are going to Saskatchewan?" "And Holland is going to protect BC and Alberta." Holland simply nodded mutely in agreement. "Hey!" Prussia loudly interjected. "Don't forget me! I'm going to help too!" He grinned, gesturing to his truck full of food and supplies from Seychelles. "The awesome me is going to drive all this down and deliver it to those who need it!" Prussia was nearly vibrating with the excitement of helping with his own two hands.

Seychelles laughed, and the serious mood disapated. She poked Prussia in the chest. "You be careful! I don't want you to crash! You don't have a nation anymore! Be careful!" Prussia saluted. "Of course." Her smile faded. "can you still.." She trailed off. He shrugged casually, but the mood had turned serious again. "Feel New Prussia?" Prussia finished easily, referring to the small Ontario town Canada had dedicated to him. "yeah, but its okay." he shrugged. "It's not like it hurts or anything. As long as its still dedicated to me." He laughed. "After all, I'm still the Awesome Me!"

Prussia slapped Seychelles on the back. "Well, good luck! You're going to find your brother, right?" He climbed into he truck and started it up, waving to Seychelles. "hopefully we'll all meet again!" "Don't say it like that!" Cuba scolded. "We'll meet again!" Holland nodded agreeably. "All of us, Canada too." Holland said shortly. "Hear!" Cuba cheered, and Prussia and Seychelles quickly joined in.

As the truck drove away, Seychelles took a deep breathe. She knew that France was in Quebec, and so that was the best place to start. After all, France would never stop looking until he found Canada.

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"I'm sorry, we can't. " Denmark repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time, although it was only the fifteenth time, if he was keeping count correctly. Greenland brushed large angry tears out of his eyes. "If I had an army, I could go myself!" He argued, hopelessly. "You don't need to do anything, just, let me have some soldiers, I'll take them under my name, I'll provide for them, I'll-" Denmark cut him off with a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Green." He cut the tanned young man off firmly but gently. He shook his head. "With what supplies? Are you saying you want to go independent just to join a war?" Greenland hung his head, realizing all his supplies came from Denmark. "But-" Greenland offered one last hopeful plea.

"Greenland." Denmark said again, and Greenland wilted. Denmark continued, gently. "Listen, We can't help Canada, but we have a responsibility now to look after the people who live in the lands we have taken. There are ex-Canadians who are suffering because of this war." Greenland was watching him closely, clearly not understanding were he was going with this. "We owe it to Canada to take care of them." He gave a half-smile to Greenland, his usual boisterous attitude beginning to shine through. "Would you help me to provide supplies to those in need?" Greenland was already regaining his light hearted attitude, perking up almost immediately. "I would like that." He responded, a smile spreading across his face. Denmark help out his hand to Greenland, and the other grasped it eagerly, shaking his hand firmly.