Sighing in relief, Prussia closed his eyes as he shook his head in disbelief. Sometimes he wondered just how much of Russia's insanity came from the vodka... Turning his gaze back to Matthew, the silence felt strange, almost awkward now.
"Well..." Surprisingly it was the blonde who broke the silence, a faint blush still staining his cheeks as he spoke. "Sorry about that. Russia likes to visit me often. Most of the time he wants me to join him... The two of us combined would be the biggest country in the world." A small laugh escaped him and he looked from the floor to the Prussian, gazing at him from behind his glasses.

Gilbert hid his surprise with a cough. He hadn't realized how large the Canadian actually was. It was strange that he was so invisible to most others. If Matthew grew some confidence, he could easily be a formidable force.
A small thud turned both of their gazes towards where Matthews's bedroom was located. With a small gasp the Canadian ran down the hall, knowing that it was Kumajiro. He always fell off the bed after he was done napping.

Opening the door gently, Matthew peeked inside and sighed as he saw Kumajiro sprawled out on the floor with a dazed look. "You okay?" He asked softly as he picked up the small bear, holding him against his chest out of habit. What Prussia had said was true; he did care for the polar bear as much as a mother but that was because he was his only friend... aside from Arthur of course.
The bear looked up at him and blinked. "Who are you?"

Not even bothering to reply, Canada patted the bears head and left his room, turning off the light as he did so. Looking down, he smiled faintly as Kumajiro snuggled into his chest. Rare moments like this made it okay for the bear to forget his name.

Returning to the kitchen, Matthew froze. "W-what..." He stammered, a familiar sinking feeling making itself known in his stomach. Prussia had left; without even saying goodbye.
Standing in the doorway for a few moments, the Canadian tried to hold back his tears. It seemed silly and immature to be crying over something so trivial. To be brutally honest, he had only known the other nation for a day. What did he expect? That Gilbert would move in?
Sitting down in one of his chairs, he swallowed through the sudden thickness in his throat. It was just... It had been so long since he had talked to another nation so openly. He didn't want it to end.

A few hot tears rolled down his cheek, falling onto Kumajiros head without warning. The bear looked up, hardly concerned before jumping off Canada's lap and padding off to the living room. Hugging himself, the Canadian rest his head on the table, feeling worse than he had in a long time.

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Draping his coat over one of the kitchen tables, Prussia sighed, pressing the cool beer bottle against his forehead. It had been a long day.
"Gilbert?" He could hear his brother, West, calling from a few rooms down. Of course he had waited up for him.
"Yeah, you worry wart. I'm home!" He called back, rolling his eyes as he took a long swig of beer.
Mumbling to himself in German, he made his way to Ludwig's room. Maybe a little brotherly teasing would make him feel better. As he entered, he saw the other blonde sitting in a chair, looking content as he read a book.

"Nice glasses," he remarked, flopping down in the chair nearest to his significantly more built brother. They made his eyes look larger than they really should. The other nation continued to read, completely ignoring his brother except for the question – "Where were you today?"
Taking a generous swallow of beer, the Prussian glowered at the golden liquid. It was just like West to bring up something he really did not want to talk about. Oh well, on with the torture.

"I was on my way to invade America and got sidetracked..." He shrugged, hoping to keep it simple. Finishing off his beer, he cast a glance to his brother, suddenly realizing that it would be anything but. Germany put his book aside, one eyebrow raised in a fatherly manner.

To begin, he cleared his throat. "You said you were about to... invade America?" He echoed, obviously not pleased with what he was hearing.
Heaving a dramatic sigh before sitting up, Gilbert rolled his eyes once again. "Yeah, whatever. He's your enemy, right? Blah, blah, blah. You're missing the point that the awesome me is trying to make!" He waved his arms, almost tossing GilBird off his head in the process.

A moment of silence made the Prussians determined expression falter. "And that point would be?" Germany probed, seeming genuinely interested. Now that he thought about it though... he didn't really have a point. He was just in a bad mood.
Standing up, he sighed once again. "That I'm awesome and... you're not."

Watching as his brother left the room, Ludwig literally face palmed, cursing himself for thinking that anything the Prussian rambled on about would make sense. He could always hope...

Sorry that it is alot shorter than last time. T^T
Hope you enjoy regardless. A little bit of angst from Canada.