Life went on for both nations or in Prussia's case ex-nation, and the two kept in touch over Skype and before they knew it, another world meeting was coming up. Canada brought it up during a chat about a week before and Prussia's reaction seemed rather different from what he had been expecting…

Pruße: What? I don't know if I'll even be going this time Birdie. West says I don't really need to.

Canadia: Please? I won't have anyone there to talk to if you don't come! It'll be so lonely! :'(

Pruße: Yeah yeah, I knew you'd say that. We've been friends for a few months and you're already begging to see me again.

Canadia: Hey! I didn't mean it that way :/

Pruße: Sure you didn't. Don't worry, everyone thinks I'm a sexy beast so you don't have to be embarrassed.

Canadia: I said beast, never once have I said anything about sexy. :P

Pruße: Well played vögelchen, but I must retire for the night.

Canadia: Aw, fine but I win this round. So I'll see you at the meeting?

Pruße: Yeah, I guess so. I can't say no to you. Guten nacht, mein engel.

Canadia: Night Prussia.

The blonde nation shut down his laptop and put it off to the side to charge for the night. As he went for his bathroom to shower, he thought about what Prussia had said to him. He was pretty sure of what he heard even though his German was limited. But why would Prussia call him…? Deciding not to let it bother him now, he hopped in his shower. On Prussia's end, things fared a little bit better. The albino had been working up the nerve to finally reveal the little crush he'd been babying for the last few months. He'd never really been interested in guys before but he figured that one try couldn't hurt anything as long as France didn't know. And he hoped to every god that France didn't find out. When the meeting finally came, Canada was ecstatic as ever to see Prussia again. Using the Italian tackle-hug, Canada showed Prussia how glad he was to have his friend there with him. Prussia returned the hug and asked why Canada wasn't sitting down with the other nations.

"Well, you see… Russia has this bad habit of sitting in my chair and I'm much too small to try to get him off so I figured I could just sit beside you." Prussia narrowed his eyes.

"No, I can clear your chair for you." Prussia pushed open the large doors of the meeting room and stomped his way to where Russia sat gazing off into space. "Oi, commie! Get out of Birdie's chair." Russia looked up at him and smiled slightly.

"Who is this 'Birdie' you speak of? I believe this is America's chair, Дa?"

"No, this is Canada's chair and you had better get your fat ass off of it before I decide to really get involved." Russia blinked and stood, his gaunt figure looming over Prussia and casting an ominous shadow over him.

"I didn't know this was Comrade Matvey's chair… he can have it back anyway. My дорогие любить is here~" Before Prussia could decipher his Russian, the nation had made it over at was talking fondly to China, who seemed more than happy to see him. Prussia only had the chance to be confused for a moment before Canada tapped his shoulder.

"Thanks for getting him out of my chair."

"No problem. You need to stand up for yourself every once in a while though, I won't always be around to save your seat." Canada smiled politely and nodded. Prussia took a seat beside him, seeing as the ex-nation was allowed to sit wherever he pleased and continued to chat idly with the blonde until Germany finally arrived. Everyone set their eyes directly on Germany as he entered, North Italy following closely behind him with a rather upset look on his face. Germany was late. Ten minutes late to be exact.

"I am late and for that I profusely apologize. If there are no objections, I will begin…" Prussia sighed as his brother began to drone on and on about current global stocks and other boring things he'd rather not listen to in the first place. He glanced to his blonde friend who had begun to draw on the back of a paper. He watched with interest as the Canadian drew little flowers and maple leaves across the page, the little doodles probably cuter than those of Switzerland's. After a while, Canada ceased his drawing and wrote a name at the bottom. Sure that it would be his Nation's name, Prussia glanced down and was surprised to find that it wasn't. He read and re-read the name over and over until he swore he'd remember it even after death.

Matthew.

He mouthed the word as he sighed softly to the heavy air. It felt nice coming off of his lips. Then he snapped back to the reality that their human names were only to be used in the most intimate situations. They were a thing to speak not just to someone, but directly to their soul. They were not used often, but when they were used it was a powerful and moving sentiment that seemed to almost enhance the air around them with the mood that was struck by the speaker. Canada noticed his blank stare and scribbled on a piece of paper, passing it to Prussia. (Seeming as they were not allowed to talk when someone else was talking or Germany would have their head.)

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You sure? You looked distracted.

Yeah I'm okay. I was watching you draw and I was thinking about art. You have a really cute name by the way. (Canada blushed fiercely at this.)

You really think so? I never really liked it but it's nice to know that someone likes it. You aren't going to use it I hope?

Not around other people. You'd really mind if I used it if it were just us?

Well no, not really but don't go overboard with it.

I won't, I'll just call you birdie like I usually do. You wanna get dinner together after the meeting?

Before Canada could get over the reddish blush that stained his pretty face, Germany called out over the meeting table to a snickering Prussia.

"East! If you don't stop giggling to yourself I'm going to have to kick you out." Prussia sighed.

"Whatever West."