Hello again! I was prompted by a Guest reviewer named Easza to write a one shot that included obvious one sided PruCan.
I cried while writing this. I ship PruCan too, so... It hurt to write this. I tried not to paint either party in a bad light, as I adore them both.
But I hope you all enjoy it. It's a little more melancholy than the last two, but we're back to the fluff next time, have no fear ;).
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Always For You: Too Late
Germany had been surprised when Prussia had insisted to attend the World Meeting that month.
Ever since his country had been dissolved, Prussia had done next to no work. As East Germany, he'd been given paperwork to do, but somehow Prussia had managed to pass it all onto his younger brother, before going back to drinking beer and binge watching ANTM.
But now... Was Prussia finally making an effort?
Germany hadn't questioned his Bruder in the end, knowing that Prussia's motives were probably something he was better off being oblivious about.
They were the first to arrive, Germany always being perfectly punctual, no matter what the occasion. As the wall had come down, Prussia was technically no longer a country, but Germany supposed that he had as much a right to be in the meeting as anyone.
All the same, he didn't trust Prussia at all, so he kept a close eye on his older brother as the other nations started to arrive.
The first change in Prussia's unnaturally quiet mood came when Austria arrived. His red eyes lit up like Christmas had come early and he shouted a few (rather offensive) words in German at the Austrian man.
Germany instantly regretted letting Prussia come.
Yet that all changed when a country Germany didn't recognise walked in. Prussia almost immediately sat up a little straighter, a smile spreading across his face.
"Who's that?" Germany asked, narrowing his eyes at the blonde, trying to place his face, at the very least trying to find his name.
Prussia scowled, but his ill temper didn't last for long. "It's Canada," he sighed. "You know, Birdie? The one that makes awesome pancakes for the awesome me?"
Germany felt a flash of recognition, if only for a moment, before he exhaled and looked around, checking the all the countries were here, so that he could start.
His eyes ran over the Baltics (standing a considerable amount away from Russia), and then America and England - arguing, as usual - before checking for Switzerland and Liechtenstein, the Italy brothers and France and Spain...
The Nordics had a new member with them today. Germany raised an eyebrow, wondering if this was the representative of Greenland, finally showing up after centuries of slacking off, before Norway put his arm around the newcomer and kissed him softly on the cheek. No, that wasn't Greenland. The main reason why Greenland never showed up was because he hated Norway. They were always at one another's throats.
Oh, yes, it was Canada! Germany nodded thoughtfully, pleased that he'd remembered the mostly invisible nation, before he turned to Prussia, ready to warn him against pulling any pranks on Hungary over the course of this meeting.
But Prussia was just staring into space, an expression halfway between shock and sadness on his normally smirking face. Germany furrowed his brow, laying a hand on Prussia's shoulder.
"Are you okay, Bruder?" he asked concernedly. Prussia was never this quiet. "Was ist passiert?"
Prussia jolted suddenly, as of awakening from a deep sleep. "Das tut mir lied..." he began, eyes fixed on the Nordic group.
Germany followed Prussia's gaze, watching as the group all took seats next to one another - apart from the one nation he couldn't remember the name of, who pecked Norway on the lips before walking over to sit beside America. "Was is los Bruder?" he asked, looking back at his older brother.
But Prussia was gone.
Germany supposed he'd just had enough of being responsible, yet again, so he shrugged and continued the meeting, yelling for order and exhaling as England duck taped America's mouth shut.
The only one who had noticed Prussia leave was Canada, who sat for most of the meeting worrying over where and why he had gone, and why so quickly.
He'd been close friends with the German for quite some time, so why had Prussia been avoiding him so much lately? Canada tapped his pen against his teeth and sighed. It made no sense.
The Canadian glanced across the table at Norway, who was paying close attention to what Switzerland was yelling at them all (something about Peace Prizes and guns). Maybe Prussia didn't like him? Well, they were almost polar opposites.
He shook his head to himself, passing Prussia's flight off as the Germanic nation simply having to find a room big enough for his ego. He would talk to the ex-nation later, because Germany seemed to want to start the meeting, and his friend was due over to his house for pancakes and maple syrup tomorrow anyway.
