Its done it took a while, I kept getting distracted by other things. Thanks to Arinia for betaing my story. Anyways, here it is.

Disclaimer: don't own hetalia

Warnings: none

Arthur sat on the couch beside his family and the other nations. Matthew was asleep in his room, with France watching him. The rest of them didn't want to leave so they milled about in his living room, unsure of what to do. Arthur figured most were still in shock, explaining the heavy silence that engulfed them. He himself was having a hard time trying to stay sane. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was the body of his son lying sprawled in a pool of his own blood. England looked over at his other son. America was hugging his knees and had a distant look in his eyes. He put a comforting arm around his shoulder and America nuzzled into his chest, something he hadn't done for a long time.

"It's all my fault." Alfred said into his shirt. "If I wasn't such a jerk all the time, this wouldn't have happened."

"It's all of our faults, lad." England replied, rubbing Alfred's shoulders. He himself remembered plenty of times where he had failed to notice his soft spoken colony. One time in particular he had been reading the newspaper and Canada had come downstairs.

"Dad?" he spoke, in his usual soft tone.

"America, you should be in bed." he said, turning around to face the boy. 'America' seemed to flinch a bit.

"I'm not America, I'm Canada, your son!" he said retreating a bit.

"Stop messing around America, I have no son named Canada, now go to bed!" he yelled. Canada shrunk a bit and ran upstairs. England remembered how Canada didn't come out of his room for the whole day afterwards…

He was jerked out of his memories when hurried footsteps come into the room.

"He's finally asleep." reported France, sitting down beside England. "It took a while, he didn't want to stay. I eventually managed to coax him to sleep." he let out an exasperated sigh. "What are we going to do?"

"vhell its obvious he can't be left alone." Germany said. "Someone needs to vatch him und make sure he doesn't try again."

"I'll do it." America said, standing up. "He's my brother and I feel responsible for this mess."

"You can't do it all the time, you have duties to do," England reasoned

"But I care about him!" he protested.

"So do I aru!" China put in.

"How about we all do it, we can take turns." Greece said calmly, stroking one of his many kittens. All heads turned to face him.

"Ah yes, that's a good idea." Japan mused. "A schedule would be very efficient."

And with that they started writing shifts on a piece of paper. It took a while, everyone arguing over this and that. Eventually, they worked out an agreeable system.

On Monday Russia and Cuba were to spend the day with him. On Tuesday it was France and England, and Wednesday China and Japan. Thursday was a problem. Greece had no one with him. All the nations agreed that this wasn't fair for him. After much debate, Russia volunteered to ask Lithuania to come. Everyone agreed to this, none really feeling brave. Friday it would be France and China, Saturday England and Russia, and Sunday Japan and Greece. America and Prussia were the two nations closest to the little Canadian, and they didn't want to leave him. Since Prussia wasn't a nation anymore, he had more time than the others. So he would be the one watching him in the evenings. America was more stubborn, however. Eventually the nations persuaded him to take nights with Gilbert, but not every night. England had a feeling he was going to have to keep an eye on him though.

With that out of the way, the nations went home to their own houses.

Prussia watched the as the nations slowly left the house before quietly closing the door. He looked around for the American, who was nowhere to be seen. Later he found him, absently looking at a picture that rested on the fireplace.

It was of America and Canada when they were both children. America still had an arrogant smile on his face and his arm was draped around the little Canadian, who smiled softly, clutching his bear which was nearly as big as him.

Prussia looked at the picture next to it, which was taken when they were adults. America was striking one of his many 'hero' poses. But Matthew wasn't there. Confused, he examined it closer and found him behind the American. He was holding his bear and smiling. But it wasn't a big as the previous picture.

As he looked at the row of pictures, he noticed the smile fade a little more. The last picture was of all the allies standing in front of a banner that read 'the Allies'. Canada was off to the side, his violet eyes lacking their usual shine. His smile was absent from his face. Looking even closer, he could see tears running down his cheeks.

"Yeah, I remember that day," Alfred's voice broke through his thoughts. He turned around to look at the American. "I had forgotten that he was in the Allies, although looking back, he helped out a lot with the World Wars." he smiled sadly and picked up the first picture. "I remember we were so close when we were kids." He placed the picture back in its original spot. Smiling, he began to tell him about a time when they were kids.

"Hey Mattie!" he yelled, running across the yard to his brother, who was sitting on the swing reading. Matthew closed his book and looked at his brother with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"What is it?" he asked, setting the book down.

"I found something neat while I was playing. Come on, I want you to see it!" his brother sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. Alfred hadn't really noticed at the time, he was too excited.

"Alright, I'll come." he said, picking up Kumajiro and hopping off the swing. America grabbed his wrist and started dragging him down a pathway. After a little walking, they arrived at a beautiful meadow. He smiled triumphantly as he watched his twin gasp.

"Al, this is amazing!" he exclaimed, bending down to touch one of the many flowers that sprouted amongst the grass.

"Yeah I know! I thought maybe this could be our own little place. We could play here all day and no one would ever disturb us!" he said excitedly.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun!" Canada smiled.

They played all day, not noticing until the sun started to go down.

"We should go back now, Arthur will be worried if we aren't back." Matthew said regretfully, casting his eyes once more at the meadow.

Alfred just thought that he was sad to leave. As he started walking away, he thought of something.

"Hey wait!" Matthew turned around and shot a questioning look at him.

"What?"

"I need you to promise me something." he said, all silliness gone. He watched his brother's curiosity grow as he closed the distance between the two. "You have to promise that we are gonna be friends forever, no matter what happens."

He stuck up his pinky and held it out. Matthew smiled warmly at him and did the same. Their pinkys intertwined with each other as Alfred smiled back.

"I promise." Matthew replied.

With that, the two walked back home, talking and laughing the whole way.

When Alfred had finished, Prussia noticed silent tears roll down his cheeks. He furiously brushed them away and gave a bitter smile.

"Afterwards, I started to forget him more and more until he was pushed to the back of my mind. Now I feel awful. Maybe if I had been more like you, he wouldn't have been about to stab himself with that knife."

Gilbert looked at him with a new set of eyes. He had always resented the loud, obnoxious American. But now, seeing him so down, he actually had pity for him. Without thinking, he placed an arm around his shoulder. "I wasn't the best ether." he said. He started telling him about his own meeting with the soft spoken nation.

Gilbert walked towards a little park, looking to relax for a bit. Sure, he enjoyed bothering the nations, but he also enjoyed the times he could spend with himself.

"The awesome me needs some me-time." he laughed.

When he got to the little park, he sat on a bench and looked up at the sky. No one knew about the little stretch of land, and he came here whenever he was looking to be by himself for a little while.

Then he heard humming somewhere nearby. He looked around but didn't see anyone. He walked silently towards the source to find a little blonde man sitting by a tree. He looked a lot like America, but upon closer examination, he saw that the man had violet eyes and a little curl on the side of his head. Gilbert crouched in the bushes, watching him hum. Then the man started to sing.

Please please, forgive me

But I won't be home again

Maybe one day you will look up

And barely conscious you'll say to no one

'Isn't something missing?'

You won't cry for my absence I know

You forgot me long ago

Am I that unimportant?

Am I that insignificant?

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice

You won't try for me not now

Even though I'd die to know you love me

I'm all alone

Isn't someone missing me?

Gilbert squinted trying to see who it was. He remembered seeing him around at the meetings, so he was definitely a nation. Didn't America say he had a brother? He attempted to move closer but made the bushes move in the progress. The man immediately stopped and spun around, scarlet creeping into his cheeks. "H-hello? Is anyone there?"

Gilbert silently cursed himself as the man's eyes settled down on the bush. Admitting defeat he slowly rose from his hiding place.

"Um hi," he said looking at the man. The man's blush darkened and he looked away.

"Er, hi Prussia"

They stood in awkward silence until the man's polar bear looked up at the man and asked "Who're you?"

Sighing he leaned down to pet the polar bear responding with a tired "I'm Canada."

'Canada!' Gilbert thought. 'I remember him.' The nation had always been ignored by the others, or mistaken for America. He didn't talk very loud, and usually his voice was lost in the in the noisy meetings.

"So… um, what are y-you doing here? I thought I w-was the only one who knew a-about this park."

Gilbert stepped out of the bushes and smiled at the shy nation. "So did I. I heard you humming, so I came to see who it was. You have a nice voice." Gilbert scratched the back of his head, not really knowing what to say. He had never spoken to him before.

"Um, thanks." the Canadian said, smiling. He sat back down under the tree. Gilbert sat down beside him and they started talking. Eventfully they talked themselves into a comfortable silence. Suddenly, Gilbert thought of something.

"Canada?" he asked.

"Yeah?" Canada responded.

Gilbert took a moment to look at him before replying; "Can you sing it again?"

He smiled and started to sing again.

"We became friends after that. But I forgot about him overtime." They both looked away guilty, until the American gripped him into a surprisingly tight hug. Taken aback, Gilbert stiffened, not used to overt displays of affection.

"He's going to be okay."

So there is chapter two! I hoped you enjoyed it. I was thinking maybe doing more flashbacks with other nations (maybe another one with England, I didn't much like his) so let me know what you think about it. Also, don't be afraid to review! I respond to all of my reviews, including critiscms. So click the little button down there and make me happy! I will make another chapter, this isn't over. Also, to those of you reading "your greatest ally" I have not abandoned it and I will continue it. But Rorschach and Dan are stubborn -_-