Canadaslighter here. Sorry for the delay in the updates. A lot came up. School was stressful and then I broke my laptop. It bounced off my head. And the screen cracked. I just got it back today XD Sorry. But here is another chapter. Sorry about the shortness of the last chapter to. I just wanted to update something and I needed to explain Prussia's involvement.
Basically he and Iggy teamed up against a large part of Europe and won. To my understanding, this is the war that led to England taking Canada. I've never studied anything about colonies at this time, unfortunately. Anyway, enjoy (hopefully) :)
I don't own Hetalia (if I did there would be hella Prucan)
"What do you want Prussia?"
Gilbert winced slightly at the acid in his old friend's tone as he ran into the room, but he still let a smile form on his face. His feet tangled up with each other, causing him to stagger but he grabbed a handful of France's coat and steadied himself, panting.
"America."
"Excuse me?"
"America is fighting old eyebrows for his independence!"
Francis stiffened, hands holding onto Gil's arms as he registered what he had just been told. But he bit his lips and pulled himself away, looking away.
"He can't do it. What hope does an infantile nation have against that bastard."
"None," Prussia straightened his shirt, staring at the man in front of him. "If he were to fight alone."
"Are you say-"
"I'm saying we should help start a revolution."
{~}
The boy had grown since he'd last seen him. The soft cheeks of youth had vanished, now sharp bones stuck out of his face as he grinned at the older nations. His expression seemed relaxed yet his muscles were tense and Prussia had an eye on the knife at his belt. His hands kept brushing the hilt, almost like he was trying to show he was willing to fight. Gil liked this kid.
"So what brings you to the States, boys?"
"Well, America we hea-"
"We want to help you gain your independence," Francis cut across Gil, eyes dark as he took in the inn that they were currently sitting in. It was dirty, and the silver haired man had to hope that the rest of the men of the American army were not in this state; half-drunk, half out cold on the tables. "And it looks like you need it."
"We'd do fine without your help," Alfred gritted his teeth and shrugged. "But I guess any help is appreciated. Are you both going to or…?"
"Both Francis and France pledge their support to your cause mon ami."
The blond nodded before turning to Gilbert. "And you?"
"Just Gilbert I'm afraid, but I'm sure I can get a few men over here."
The youngest member of the trio finally let the tension fall out of his shoulders and wrapped his arms around his fellows. He smiled at them before pulling them into the centre of the room.
"Two beers for the newest members of the revolution!"
The entire room broke out into cheers.
{~}
Francis pushed his way through the crowd in the inn, trying to find his new ally as Gilbert trailed behind him. It was in the early hours of the morning and they were celebrating one of the last few days before the fight would begin. They were planning a revolt in Boston. Arthur had no idea what was coming.
"Alfred," Francis's voice broke him out of his stupor and he focused back in on the situation at hand. "Alfred, is Mattieu joining us this evening?"
Shit.
"Mattieu? Franny, d'you mean Matthew? Matthew, you know, the guy who looks like me, but speaks French? You should know him. Right?" Alfred questioned, turning away from the card game he was watching. He tilted his head slightly. "I mean, I would have thought you'd remember your own colonies name. I mean ex-colony. It's been a while I guess. You may have forgotten him…"
Gilbert just stared at Francis, ignoring the still speaking Alfred as he saw the emotion drain from the blonde's face. He sighed, moving his gaze to the floor for a moment before covering Alfred's mouth with his hand.
"Hey! What- Is he okay?" Could be vaguely made out from the young man but still no one payed him any attention.
"Matthew…" Francis whispered, brow furrowed. "Arthur changed his name. Arthur took him away from me and changed his name. What else could he have taken from my poor Mattieu…"
"But we can help now. We'll fight for his freedom to. He can come back to me. We can be a family again. Alfred when is mon cher coming? When will he get here? When will my Mattieu be here?" The French man almost staggered forward, almost like he was being dragged to the ground, and took Alfred's hands in his.
Gilbert removed his hand, hoping Mattieu would get here soon. He knew the pair hadn't seen each other since that awful incident in the bedroom and he knew just how much Francis missed his son. He was sure Mattieu would be coming as soon as he could, desperate to get away from that controlling bastard.
Alfred's words made him go cold.
"He's not coming. He's fighting on Arthur's side."