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Chapter six

Canada rushed to the door when she heard a knock, expecting to see Prussia there. Several days had passed since the G8 meeting and Prussia had told her that he expected to be at her house that afternoon. Instead when she opened the door she was met by no one, only an envelope on her door signed for her.

Wondering what the envelope was about, she brought it inside, sat down in the living room, and opened it. Inside was a note with about ten photos in it. Carefully, she took and unfolded the letter first. From this she read, "Dear Canada, I thought that you would like to know what your future husband does while you are not around to entertain him. With regards, a friend."

Canada gulped silently, afraid of what the photos could show her. Her curiosity won out, however, causing her to take the photos out one by one and look at them. The majority of the photos were of Prussia in a bar or out in public acting rather improper with several different women. She did not know if they were all taken at once or over the days when they were separated, and with each photo she began to feel a stronger and stronger mixture of anger, sorrow, and self-loathing.

Kumajiro looked at his owner, seeing the tears well up in her eyes, and decided to nudge his head under her hand. Subconsciously, she began to stroke his soft fur; a routine she often did when she was upset. As she did this she asked aloud, "How could he do this to me? I thought he…"

"How could who do what?" Kumajiro asked, confused by what had happened.

Before she could respond, she heard a knock on her door followed by Prussia calling out for her. She did not want to look at him, not after seeing the pictures of him, so at last she called out, "Go away Prussia, I don't want to see you!"

Prussia was confused by what he heard and slightly worried due to the tears he could clearly hear in her voice. Due to this, he paused for a moment before slowly opening the door and walking through to inside. Several moments later, he found her sitting in the living room looking down at her lap.

Casually, he sat down next to her and put his arm around her; an act which usually brought the girl comfort. He then asked, "What's wrong Birdie, did something happen?"

"Can you tell me that?" Canada whispered.

"What do you mean by that? What do you want me to say?" Prussia asked confused.

To this Canada stood up and shoved the pictures into Prussia's grip. She then said, "This, explain this to me!"

Prussia cautiously looked at the pictures for a moment, his flesh pale even more than usual. After this he looked up at Canada's hurt face and asked, "Wh-where did you get these?"

"Somebody left them on my doorstep for me. Now tell me if you actually do this when I'm not around. It's not true…is it?"

"I-Of course not! I don't remember this so…" Prussia began only to then stop. He could vaguely recall one of the women in the picture and realized that they were from the last time he went out with his friends. Canada noticed the pause and took it as a bad sign. She looked down at the floor and gave out a sniffle.

"Look, it's not like I was cheating on you, they were simply there and I was drunk. I swear that the most I did was make out with one of-," Prussia began to quickly explain.

Canada stopped his excuse, however, and yelled, "Oh stop it. Why are you doing this to me? I thought you said you loved me?"

"I do, Birdie, you know that. You just…," Prussia began while trying to hug Canada. She dodged the hug and looked at him angrily. She then said, "I just what, have to get used to having you leave and do whatever you want with strangers. Why is it that you can do whatever you want but as soon as I so much as talk with someone you get all over their case?"

"Birdie, please, I know your upset but why don't you let me make it better," Prussia asked only to have the Canada push him off of her.

"Get out, I can't even look at you right now! God, maybe the others were right. I feel like an idiot," Canada said. Prussia then moved to make one last attempt at calming her down, but stopped and left when she gave him a wicked glare and moved to grab something to throw at him.

At last Prussia left the building and reached the safety of his car, only to then stare sadly at the Canadian's house. He really had no idea where those pictures came from or why someone would want to even take them of him. All he knew was that Canada was angry with him and he was sad that she felt that way. Not wanting to think more on the subject in front of the house, he decided to head back to Germany; hoping that he could come up with a plan to make up with her there.

Canada watched as Prussia left the driveway only to then sit in the living room and let the tears she was holding back fall. She really did not understand why this was happening, why Prussia would act like she was the most important person for him while going out and doing who knew what with whomever he could find. Why he would propose to her but obviously have no intention on being simply with her? The whole concept made her feel dirty.

Wishing to stop thinking of this, she was eventually able to move her concentration to thinking about perhaps simply calling the wedding off. After all, that would no doubt make the rest of her family happy and what was the point of tying oneself down to a person who obviously did not feel the same way.

If the current attention also showed anything, it showed that there were also plenty of suitors for her to pick from. But she did not want a new suitor, to have someone come over and care about her simply because she was a cute girl. She wanted someone who would notice her, not just the way she looked or what she had. And Prussia was the only guy to ever do that for her.

She gave out a sorrowful moan after thinking of this and laid down on the couch. 'Perhaps this is how everyone feels after having a fight with their boyfriend?' Canada thought to herself, but it did not give her any comfort. After staring at the ceiling for some time, she came to a radical conclusion: she refused to be with any other guy but Prussia, but she would not be with him unless he refused to be with anyone but her.

She liked that idea, and the hope that it could happen made her feel happy, but she also knew that the idea would most likely never happen. This in turn caused her smile to vanish and be replaced by her usual frown.

"I wish I was still a boy," she whispered to herself, "Maybe then Prussia and I wouldn't have been together and news of what he does when drinking wouldn't bother me as much."

Poor Canada…

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