Hi, Canadaslighter here. I hope you like this chapter.
The wall had fallen. That was all that was going through Gilbert's mind. He stood atop it, grinning like the awesome man he was at the growing hole in the concrete that had been the bane of existence (discounting Russia, of course) for the past few decades. It had been a few years since he'd seen anyone from the other side, although there had been some interesting experiences. Especially the 'Friendship Games', which had been an experience. But now he was watching the Berlin Wall fall.
He would be able to see Ludwig again! Mein Gott, it had been years. At least he knew he was okay, from the letters that somehow made it over. Gilbert supposed that Matthew hadn't wanted him to know he was the one sorting the letters out but Ludwig had mentioned receiving help from a 'Birdie'. It was surprising, in all honesty, that Matthew was so willing to help him after their last meeting, but that was Birdie. Perfect.
"Bruder!?"
West's smile as he looked up at him pushed every thought from his mind.
Ludwig was asleep, his head resting on Prussia's shoulder, when Matthew walked into the living room. He was paler than Gil remembered, with tired eyes but that shy smile he had when they first met. Gil grinned at him, raising a finger to lips before gently moving West.
Mattie rubbed his arm sheepishly, following the albino as he left. It had been years since he had properly seen Gilbert, only catching glances when he would visit Ivan or Kat, and he was relieved to see he really was fine. Well, he was underweight, but that was far better than what he'd heard.
The wall had gone down a few hours ago and Mattie had caught the next plane to Germany, both terrified and excited. Alfred had been celebrating the damage to the 'Commie's' power, not noticing Matthew leaving. Both American nations knew that the Soviet Union would fall soon, yet Matthew wasn't worried about that. At least not yet.
A small cough brought him out of his thoughts, and he took a deep breath, avoiding red eyes by looking at the floor of the dark of the hallway. Gilbert would probably kick him out, God knows he deserves it, but part of him still hoped. So he took that hope, and said the only thing he could think of.
"Hi."
It was tense for a few moments, with Matthew braving to meet the steady gaze, before Gil wrapped his arms around the younger nation, tears falling down his cheeks.
"Thank you."
The Canadian staggered backwards, eyes wide as the silverette buried his face in his neck.
"What? W-what for?"
"For the letters. Did you seriously think the awesome me wouldn't figure it out? Luddie said 'Birdie' had helped him."
"I- oh. I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"What I said last time we met…"
"I shot you," Gilbert muttered, laughing quietly. "We're even. You're awesome. More awesome than me. You are the most awesome person in this world."
"Are- Are you okay?"
"Tired. Tired and sleepy and awesome and you can't leave until I say so." He was slumping against Matthew, yawning and having problems staying awake.
"Okay…"
Gilbert fell asleep.
"He's perfect West. I just, he's perfect."
"Who?"
"Canada. Matthew. Birdie."
"Who?"
Prussia turned to glare at his younger brother, the comradery from just after the falling of the wall gone. It had been 5 years with Gilbert and Matthew growing closer and closer. And Gilbert had just realised another way Matthew had saved him.
"Canada, the nation above America- no that is not just more America. He- after the war he took them in West."
"He took who in?"
"My people."
Gil stared up at the ceiling, an awesome (stupid) smile on his face as he stretched himself out. Alfred had mentioned it the other day while Mattie was grabbing some beers.
Canada had a Prussian population. Those who had fled during the war, or before Ivan got his claws on the land, had been welcomed to Canada. They were safe. They remembered him. And it was all because of his Birdie.
"Holy shit, I think I'm in love."
"What?"