Sup Canadaslighter here. It's a short chapter, giving a little explanation to Prussia's role in the last chapter. And omg thank you for all the reviews and follows and favorites! I was so shocked, I thought no one would like my little story XD Hopefully you'll enjoy this tiny thing. Until next time 3
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The albino stood on his porch, rain soaking into his hair that fell flat on his face. It was late, Arthur had just been planning to go bed himself when a knock at the door had ruined those plans. It was then he'd found Gilbert at his doorway.
"To what do I owe the plea-"
"That was too harsh England."
Arthur's hand tightened on the door handle, thick brows furrowing as he glared at the man in front of him.
"I did what I needed to. We were at war. You can't complain Prussia," he spat, "You fought with me, you fought against him. You helped me. You let this happen."
"And I shouldn't have! Francis needs him, Arthur, he needs Mattieu to –"
"Matthew."
"What?"
"His name is Matthew. Good night," Arthur shut the door in his face, ignoring the thumping on the door until it stopped. He then lent back, eyes closed, wondering how this mess all happened, and when he'd become such a horrible person.
He could only think about what would happen if France had done that to him, if France had taken Alfred.
He couldn't bear the thought.
Maybe he should let France see Matthew. May-
"Arthur?"
The sleep deprived voice of the young child at the top of the stairs brought him out of his reflections. Matthew stood there, rubbing his eyes wearily, holding his peculiar bear cub.
"Was it Papa? Did Papa finally come for me!?" His voice rose in excitement, and he ran down the steps, any semblance of sleep forgotten.
Arthur scooped the child into his arms, tightening his grip slightly to stop the wriggling.
"It was no one, love, no one at all."
The disappointment Matthew felt was tangible as he slumped against the older man's shoulder.
"Oh."