Guys! Guys look! I updated :D That's what happens when you're home sick ^^ That you soo much for sticking with me while I was getting my ducks in a row. (They're still running wild, but I did have them there for a moment. Honest ;3 )

"It seems that you are almost completely healed." Germany told his captive/patient. "You should be able to return to the allies in the next day or so."

"...do I have to…?" Canada mumbled, hugging his legs and pressing his face against his knees. The questioned startled Germany.

"Vhat?" He said dumbly.

"I said do I have to." Canada said louder, lifting his head to stare at the German man, causing the latter to swallow nervously.

"U-um…...vhy vould you vant to, Canada? I thought you vanted to return….?"

"Not any more…." The smaller man said softly. "They probably haven't even noticed that I haven't checked in….." He sighed and the resignation in it made the German mans heart break a little.

"I-I'm sure that is not the case, Canada." He tried to reassure. "They must be looking for you right now."

Canada scoffed. "Oh? World War One. America left me face down in the mud after being shot through the heart. When I finally came back, they hadn't even realized I was gone. I had been missing for two weeks, and they never noticed." He started tearing up. "Two. Weeks. Germany….what kind of family does that?" His voice broke. "What kind of family doesn't notice that?" The tears started spilling over. "They never notice. They never visit. They never care." He buried his face into his hands, sobbing softly.

Germany hesitated before pulling him into his arms, gently drawing him into his lap and stroking his hair. It seemed that Germany did a lot of comforting since Canada had showed up. He murmured softly in German, much like Prussia had done for him way way way back when he was nothing more than a child. He felt a little pang at the thought of his brother. Prussia wasn't the most touchy-feely man in the world, but good god did Germany care for him dearly.

Canada hiccuped softly, drawing Germany from his thoughts. "I-I'm sorry." He whispered shakily. "I'm sorry."

Germany shook his head. "It's alright Canada. Don't apologize…." He glanced down at him and blushed softly as Canada's eyes met his. He had never noticed how purple they actually were. He paused a small moment before leaning down, pressing his lips against Canada's. The other man made a soft noise of surprise before he closed his eyes and pressed up and into the kiss.

Canada eventually broke the kiss, blushing and hiding his face again Germany. Both sat there awkwardly for a moment before Canada peeked shyly at him and smiled slightly. Germany smiled shyly back.

"Im….ehem…..guessing you still don't want to go back?" He asked and Canada laughed.

"No. No I don't." Germany held him closer, resting his head on top of Canada's. "Germany…..is….is it alright that I stay…?" He felt the slight shift against his head as Germany nodded. "Thank you…."

They sat there in a comfortable silence, Germany holding Canada close, cuddling him. Canada rested his head on Germany's shoulders, relaxing against his warmth. He had thought America was a furnace. Damn. He blushed softly, nuzzling Germany's neck and sending gentle shivers down the others spine.

Canada smiled a little evilly to himself continuing his playful nuzzles. Germany blushed softly, glancing down at the man in his arms and blinking at the smile on his face. Canada giggled softly, his smile relaxing into a more playful one.

"Sorry. Got carried away."

"Nein. It's alright, Canada. You should get more rest." He started to shift Canada off of him but the Canadian protested, gripping his shirt.

"You need to rest too. We can share the bed, ok?" He gave the shirt a slight tug.

Germany paused and then sighed, nodding. "Alright."

He shifted so he was laying down, Canada still in his arms. The latter grabbed the blanket and tugged it up over their bodies, smiling at the bigger man.

"There! Nice and warm now." He put his own arms around Germany's middle, snuggling happily against Germany. "Kuma and I would do this all the time…." He sighed softly, already drifting off to sleep. "G'night….Germany…."

Germany gently stroked Canada's hair. "Goodnight, Canada." He rested his head on the pillow, watching the man in his arms sleep peacefully. He wondered at what kind of life he must have led….to think that his own family doesn't care enough to even remember his existance…...America he understood. He was a bit of an idiot. But the Country of Love forgetting the child he raised? Or the ever pragmatic, England? He couldn't quite believe that…..He sighed. He supposed he would deal with it when the time came. Not that he would probably ever have to…..He knew that this couldn't continue. No matter how much he wanted it to, it couldn't. They were enemies. Canada's family was against him in this war, and no good could come of it. He knew that. So why did he make the first move? Was he so lonely that…..no. He wasn't the only lonely one in this world. He knew that every time he looked the blond in his arms in the eyes. Maybe it was because they were both lonely…...He shook his head. Enough of those thoughts for now. Canada was right. He needed to sleep. He closed his eyes and followed the Canadian into the land of sleep.

I promise that I will do my best to start updating more often. If not, know that it's because I'm just swamped by Bio homework. o3o I'll most likely be updating on weekends when I have time. Love you guys! As a super thank you, the first reviewer will be able to get a requested oneshot, any pairing you would like from hetalia! :D Thanks!