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Chapter four-teen

"What do you want now, Matthew?" the Queen snapped as Matthew quietly allowed himself into her chamber.

"I simply wished to check on you," he answered quietly, giving her a worried look.

"Really," the queen scoffed. It had been a long day for her, filled with plenty of orders dealt with to get Canada to her, change him, and then once this was all done he acted as if he could not care less and sided with the nation who talked ill of her. She studied him for a moment more, only to ask again, "Why did you stop me from killing him? The spell I used on you was to turn you into one of my subjects, and none of my subjects can go against my will."

"I apologize if that is the case, perhaps I did not know that I was not supposed to be able to stop you," Canada lied. Ever since walking into the fairy realm he felt a nagging pain in his head whenever he thought about disobeying her. He did not tell her this, however, and instead explained, "But I simply could not allow myself to let him die that way. England looked after me for a good portion of my life, and if it was not for him then the two of us would never have gotten together. I suppose… I simply did not want to see him or any of the others hurt."

She studied him again for a moment, only to then sigh and say, "Oh, my dear Matthew, you certainly are too kind to your old kin."

"Thank you," Canada responded, not sure what else to say.

"I did not say that was a compliment, but if you choose to be as nice to me then I see nothing wrong with this kindness," the Queen clarified.

"I see. Of course I will be kind to you, my Queen. Since I would be nothing here without you," Canada answered tactfully. She smiled at this and gave him a chase kiss on his cheek before asking him to leave so that she could retire for the night.

Canada frowned out of confusion as he settled down at a long table for breakfast. As soon as he left the Queen's quarters, he was swept into his own rooms by a servant; who then promptly woke him up again only a handful of hours later for breakfast. But what confused him more as he sat down was the sight of Prussia sitting across from him enjoying the beautifully arranged meal.

"Prussia, what are you doing?! England told you guys not to eat any of the food here," Canada asked slightly panicked for his past friend.

"Well, you said yourself that I'm a permanent guest here now, right?" Prussia began, only to continue when Canada nodded blankly, "And in every story I can think of, magic-creature-things uphold certain rules. Like the rule of etiquette for guests? So how I see it I shouldn't need to worry about them enslaving me or whatever since that isn't what you do with guests."

"You're playing with fire, I hope you know that. By the way, do you know what happened with the others?" Canada commented then asked.

"They should still be in their cell until I decide what to do with them exactly," The Queen answered as she strolled into the room. Following the prompts from the servants, both Canada and Prussia stood and bowed to her. She smiled at the scene before she took her seat next to Canada and began her own meal. Prussia could not help but notice, however, when the conversation steered towards the prisoners one of the guards would cringe anxiously.

Once the meal was over, Canada was ordered to escort the Queen to the grand hall for her daily tasks. There Canada was to stay with her and give moral support in her dealings. Like the night before, no one had told Prussia what to do for the day, so he decided to see about talking with the other nations. As he reached the guard's room, however, he discovered why the one guards was cringing through the meal. The nations had escaped.

Prussia was slightly shocked and slightly annoyed that the others would free themselves without his help, but it also made him wonder where they were then hiding. As he thought about this, he continued to walk around until he came across someone who looked slightly familiar; yet at the same time a complete stranger. The stranger was dressed in the livery of the Queen, apparently supposing to be a random manservant, but he did not seem as sure about where he was going as the others. Prussia stared at the other as he passed, only for him to then notice a polished gleam from near the stranger's neck. As soon as Prussia saw the gleam, he knew who it was and pushed the creature into a dark corridor so that they could talk in private.

"Wes, is that you? Mein Gott, I almost didn't recognize you, what happened?" Prussia asked the other.

The guard looked at Prussia equally shocked for a moment, only to then say, "Bruder? But how-Norway said that no one should recognize me."

Prussia chuckled at this and tapped at the cross around Germany's neck, only to then ask, "So then I guess that other guard was right about you guys escaping. So then are you all dressed up like this...How are you dressed up like this?"

"Norway had his troll cast some kind of allusion on me so that I could do some spying. I'm not sure about the others, but when I left a little while ago they were holed up safe. What about you? What have you been up to?"

"Well, got done with breakfast, then decided to visit you guys but you were too busy escaping," Prussia answered with a shrug.

Germany looked at him closely for a moment, only to then ask, "And what are you planning on doing for the rest of your time here?"

"Well, I thought that maybe if you guys asked I would give my awesome expertise in help you get Canada back."

Germany looked at him crossly for a moment before replying, "You still have the silver chain, don't you."

As if by command, Prussia slowly showed a bit of it from his pants pocket, only to then reply, "Everyone here acts like I'm holding acid or something; they don't even want to look at it."

"England mentioned that it was a special chain, but it still looks so fragile. I wonder if it really could hold her back."

Prussia thought about this for a moment as he quickly stuffed the chain back in his pocket; hearing a servant rush past. While he may not have as much knowledge on all of the goings on as England or Norway, he was still old enough to remember a time when knowing such things was part of surviving to adulthood for his people. He still remembered a bit of it, until recently looking at it as more old-wives tails than anything; but perhaps some of it could help. At last he told Germany, "Well, you should continue with your spying. I'll try to contact you when my awesome plan is completely formed."

"Bruder, what are you planning now?" Germany asked concerned. Prussia just waved at him, however, as he walked back into the main hallway; whistling a little to himself in the process.

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