I'm back~ Man I was thinking about this chapter on the bus XD It pretty long though... Hetalia isn't mine duh, if it was, I'd fail at owning it.

Canada couldn't run any more but he was lucky to come across a park. It wasn't a kids park, more like one that reminded him of High Park back at home. He relaxed a little, rubbing his face from dried and fresh tears. One part of him regretted leaving Prussia there while another part was glad to get away as long as Prussia got the package. He sighed, his breath appearing in the cold air, thinking.
"Hard times are coming"

~You have to cross the line just to remember where it lays~

The last brick was set and an announcement was made. Prussia looked up to the speakers box, recognizing Russia holding the PA microphone.

"This Iron Curtain will be considered a peace term for the Soviet Union and The United States of America. Anyone caught passing through the Curtain will be executed on sight. Do not pass if you value your lives"

Prussia sighed. He had heard this over twenty times, and whats worse is that every time he knew he was on the wrong side. So he sat with the package in hand. He desperately wanted to open it but he resisted. If it's so important that Canada yelled at Russia for him to have it, he wanted to be sure Russia didn't take it from him. He inspected the package. It was medium sized, bigger than the size of his hands, and it had weight.

"It could be a gun, but Birdie wouldn't want me to kill myself"

He told himself. He flipped it over and his eyes widened in amazement. Their was a label on the package that read : Hand with care, there is lot more inside than you think ~Canada. Now the Prussian was tempted even more to open it, but he felt a presence, the same one he felt early around Russia, but colder.

"He's back"

Prussia spun his head and gasped at what he saw. A large figure representing a man in a General's uniform with grey-blue eyes and icy breath. General Winter had arrived on time.

~But at night we're conspiring by candlelight~

Canada sneezed loudly. He didn't think he would get a cold since he was used to the weather at his house, but since Russian territory was near, so was the General. He knew the General back in 1812 and hell, was it cold.

"Guhh" He moaned in his hotel room

A knock came at the door.

"Come in, it's unlocked" As he said that France, England and America walked in.

"Eh? Why are you all here?" France let out a sigh.

"Your going home" The younger blonde looked at his older "brother"

"Wha? Why?" His voice was full of distress and stuffiness

"WE can't let you interfere with the guarding of the wall. We know that you would do anything to get back Prussia but he has to stay with Russia." England stated dully, he seemed more and more depressed each day.

"I'm sorry bro, here's you ticket to the 7:00pm flight to Toronto." America gave him a small piece of paper. Canada took it and shrugged.

"Alrwight I'll leave" He got up, blanket on back and started to pack, put shirts and coats away through sniffing and sneezing. The three behind him were surprised that he agreed so quickly.

"The taxi will be up front soon, mon cher" France said, a little saddened by the younger blonde's state.

With that they left one by one except England. Canada had finshed packing his first bag when his noticed the Brit still standing by the small coffee table in the room.

"Shouldn't you leabe?" England nodded no.

"There is one last thing I want to as you" The attention of the Canadain was caught

"What did you throw over the wall?" Canada's eyes widened larger than usual.

"Uhh Nothimb! Just somethimb fer Prusza" He cursed his stuffiness as England raised an eyebrow.

"And what would that be? You better tell me or I'll hold you for treason" Canada glared at him.

"WHAT? I'MB A FUCKIN COUNTRY! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" England smirked

"So what? I can do what I want with royal consent, Mr Constitutional Monarchy." Canada facepalmed

"When dib you start acting dub? I'm still a country, an a free one too!" England's smirk fell, thinking foolishly that his plan could of worked.

"I'm still waiting for an answer" Canada gave in

"Fine it was-"

~You can't understand what lays ahead~

"A Phone, a necklace, a number, and a letter "

Prussia said as he opened the package in the silence of his room. He had returned an hour prior to this recent event but decided to open it now that Russia was out surveying with his boss. The first thing he picked up was the phone. A simple black phone with a newer look than the hook and earpiece, which he placed on the end table beside his bed. The second the the was the number which he put under the phone for safe keeping. The best thing, the necklace, was his Iron Cross, inscription on the back and all, the same one he had since his days as Teutonic Knights. He put it around his neck and held it with a smile. "Danke Mattie". The last thing, the letter he found unusual but it seemed like something that wasn't simply said but sung,

We'll1 sneak1 out while they sleep
And sail1 off in the0 night.
We'll come clean and start over the rest of our lives.1
When we're gone we'll stay gone9.
Out of sight, out of mind.8
It's not too late,9
We have the rest of our lives.

The albino found it catchy at first then noticed the numbers and pieced them together. 11 10 1989 What could that mean, well it's a date but it 28 years in the future. He pondered at this before turning over the note. The letter wasn't done yet.

I'm sorry I could tell you in person but it's obvious why. I went to go see Germany before meeting with you. I asked him for the necklace but he refused, saying that I wouldn't need it. Luck for me Veneciano was there and helped me convince him to give to me. That phone is the newest model and since there aren't many where you are no thanks to Russia, you can call me using it since I know the others want me to go home; the wall being a personal case to me. But keep it hidden. I left a return address to my private residence in Ottawa so you can send letters to me. Russia will oblige to that. For now Au Revoir mon amour.

~Canada

Prussia couldn't help but to feel happy but sad. This was the best letter in a long time since it gave him hope. Yet it left him with a waiting game, a game he didn't want to play. For now he needed to distract himself meaning he needed to find a wall plug. He looked behind everything on the wall his bed face front to. No luck. He looked around the bare wall with the door opening, no luck. He looked behind the stand alone closet and bingo, there was a plug and a telephone connection. He noted it for later since he would have to wait for a while knowing Canada is still in Berlin. So know he continues the waiting game. Whatever happens next, might be his last chance.

~This is a life that you can't deny us now~

Phoosh! It done! And it's progressing! This story might just have twenty chapters. Just kidding but it could! I like this song, and same rules apply just a little different: Get song, internet cookie, Get band, get a mini drabble of your OTP. Get both: one shot of your OTP! Also tell what chapter you know the song from!

Ciao~!~Baertrium