To Cinnamonbubble9. Her/His headcanon: Canada is Vinland and Germany is Holy Rome.
Just to let ya know, if you guys have the same headcanon, but want it done in a different format, I'll do that format for ya!
Ex: Canada and Germany know who they are in this fic. You can requested a fic where they do not know.
Also- I'M SO SORRY! I DID NOT MEAN FOR IT TO BE SO SAD! IT JUST ENDED UP THAT WAY!
-RMS
It has been such a long time since they've heard those names. Even more shocking than hearing the names, was that it didn't come from them.
Germany (pressured by Prussia) and Canada (pressured by America) were discussing things in privet, getting over the horrors that WWII still left behind and the bitter, scared feelings that followed in the memories wake, when they heard two names. Two very special names that could dissolve certain countries into tears. Sometimes, it dissolved themselves into tears.
Vinland and the Holy Roman Empire. Or, the more casual and tear inducing, little Vinny and Holy Rome.
The two blonde nations abruptly halted in the middle of the corridor they found themselves in, just to quietly make their way to the slightly ajar door to their right. Cautiously, Canada slowly opened the door a little more, making room so that both he and Germany could see. Inside the room was both Italy Veneziano and Italy Romano, along with Prussia, whom Germany was surprised to see. With the three were the Nordics; Denmark, Iceland, Finland, Norway, and Sweden.
However, even with the loud Prussian, happy Finn, obnoxious Dane, and the two Italians, always in a state of bitterness and cheerfulness, it seemed like they were attending a funeral with how quiet all were being.
Until it was broken by none other than Norway.
"You called us here for what? So that we had to relive the pain from when we let our little Vinny go?" Norway's hands, that were clenched in fists, shook and his normally blank eyes were filled with vulnerability. North Italy shook his head, eyes open and more alert than Germany ever saw him, "No. That is not why." North Italy turned his head to the floor and his voice sounded choked, "We... we w-wanted you to know th-that you are... are n-not alone!" That was all the younger Italian could take before he started to cry. Not a sob, but just a little hiccuping cry, tears going down his face one at a time.
Prussia took over, his own voice rough, shocking both voyeurs as they only knew a loud and proud Prussia, not this war-torn one. "Though it is obvious you all saw Vinland as a little brother, do not forget that I also lost a little brother. Not only that, but Italy lost his first love. We both have pain of young ones leaving us too early." It was here that Denmark exploded, "Yeah! So what?! WE LOST A BROTHER AND HE NEVER CAME BACK! AT LEAST YOU HAD SOMEONE TO DULL THE PAIN, WHEN WE HAD NO ONE!"
Prussia stumbled back from his friends' outburst, but Romano happily snapped back, just as loud, "THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU FELT MORE PAIN THAN US! AT LEAST YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AT SOMEONE WHO REMINDS YOU OF THE BOY WHO BROKE HIS PROMISE WITH YOUR LITTLE BROTHER! EVERYDAY I HAVE TO LOOK AT THE MAN THAT TOOK HOLY ROME'S PLACE, AND YOU KNOW WHAT?! I CAN'T STAND THE SIGHT OF GERMANY, KNOWING THAT HE HAS TAKEN SOMETHING FROM MY FAMILY AND WILL NEVER KNOW!"
Romanos' voice boomed across the room, red in the face from his loud rant. Germany ducked out of the doorway, so to not alert the other emotional nations to his crying. Canada ducked out with him, crying just as well.
When the two made it to the end of the hall, out of hearing distance from the two families mourning their loves, Canada looked to Germany. The violet eyed man said only one thing and though Germany knew he had no place, he couldn't help but burst out into a fresh set of tears.
"Why didn't we tell them?"