*feels ahead*
I was on my bed, sobbing into Prussia's jacket. Prussia combed my hair with his hand, whispering comforting words.
"I-i'm such a f-ailure..." I sobbed. Prussia looked down at the me with sympathy.
He then asks,
"Do you really like France?" I try to answer, but only grumble an incoherent message into his lap.
"I'm really sorry Mattie... I'll explain the situation to him, alright?" Prussia says softly to me. I nod.
Later...
We were sitting down at the table, eating dinner. I didn't even touch my food, I just played around with it with my fork.
"Did you explain it to him yet?" I ask. He nods.
"W-what did he say?"
He looks me dead in the eye.
"It was hard to talk to him. He was crying harder than I've ever seen. His heart was really broken..." Prussia starts.
"But when I could talk to him, all he could say was how much he loved you. I explained everything, and he understands. Perhaps you should visit him someti-"
"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER? WHAT IF HE DID SOMETHING?" I yell. My mind runs in circles.
I have to see him, I have to see him, I have to see him...
I gallop out the door, not caring for anything that may happen.
I have to talk to him, I have to make sure he's okay...
I grab Prussia's keys and drive as fast as I can to his house.
Once I arrive, I run to the front door and knock furiously.
Please be there, please be there...
Suddenly, the door opens, and he looks at me. His eyes fill with tears and he hugs me tightly.
"I think I love you... I understand that you had to do what you have to do.. just don't leave me..
ma Canadien..."