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? x Canada (Prussia is still winning), though small mentions of America x Canada

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Berlin, Germany

It had only been an hour, and yet Germany was having a very bad feeling. He usually didn't feel this particular feeling unless Italy was in some sort of trouble (which, now that he thought about it, was quite often). Ludwig sighed as Feliciano smiled at him blissfully – offering a plate of food to him.

"Ve ~ have some pasta, Ludwig! It'll make you feel better!" Italy smiled, and Germany quickly declined as Prussia took up on the offer, grabbing the plate of food.

Or he would have – if Canada didn't stumble into the room.

"Heh – look, look!" Matthew seemed to slur as he pointed towards the ceiling, causing everyone to look up. Of course, there was nothing there, but Canada (who seemed to be just wasted) took this as his chance to steal Italy's pasta, "I-I've got it...!" The blond Canada snickered, stumbling on his feet as he suddenly slammed the food into Prussia's unsuspecting face – causing the albino to shout out in surprise. "That's – t-that's for taking my... my, um – my last bottle of maple.... syrup!" Everyone simply watched as Canada burst into violent snickers as he mentioned 'syrup.'

And before Prussia could even react, Canada suddenly turned his glazed eyes over to Germany (who was way too proud to admit it, but he was frightened by having Canada's eyes on him). Ludwig's face must have been hilarious (as Prussia did burst out laughing, even with tomato sauce smeared all over his face) as Canada seemed to look at him in a whole different light.

The kid seemed to hike up the maid outfit's short skirt as he stumbled over to Germany (who had a natural reaction of backing away), suddenly cooing, "You've... y-you've got blond hair – and blue eyes... Alfred!" Canada seemed to light up – obviously hallucinating from whatever alcohol he had so obviously consumed.

An interesting strangle-like noise came from the back of Germany's throat as Canada stumbled into him, the shorter male brought his flushed face very close to Germany's face (who just couldn't react at all). Ludwig swallowed at the seemingly affectionate look Matthew was throwing him, until it just turned into the rage he was used to (and afraid of). "You h-hid Kumajirou from me, didn't you?! Didn't you?!" Canada suddenly snarled – though managed to trip himself with his own feet.

"Isn't he supposed to be cleaning the house ~ ve?" Italy asked curiously, now stuffing his face with pizza as he stared at the now-passed out Canada.

"Bruder!" Prussia's amused voice came from the kitchen, and Germany rushed to the room (partially to get away from the drunk Canadian), and his mouth slid open once again. "Some job, huh?" Gilbert snickered, kicking an empty beer bottle away from him.

Germany's kitchen, to put it simply, looked like a Blitzkrieg had passed through. Empty beer bottles and various foods were lying all around, and Ludwig frowned severely.

Canada was his prisoner – this was just unacceptable!

Prussia was still snickering (despite the red sauce still smeared over his face) as he followed Germany back into the main room – where Canada had had awoken from his drunken stupor, and now seemed to either laughing or crying into Italy's shoulder.

"I want Arthur..." The Canadian muttered, "Isn't England supposed to rescue me?" Italy was letting off comforting sounds as he patted Matthew's blond hair, "I want Kumajirou too. And where's Francis – he'd.... he'd probably like this dress..."

And Germany sighed, his anger gone (as Canada seemed to be still drunk) as he simply watched. Prussia was all out laughing at this point – though immediately quieted as Canada slowly turned around to give him a violent glare.

However, Canada would still get punished for causing this mess (when he sobered up, that is).

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Washington, D.C, USA

Alfred didn't let it show externally, but he worried about Mattie almost every day. He had decided not to get involved in European affairs and had tried to convince Matthew the same (but it was kinda useless, as Canada was still technically under England's control). So, Matthew really had no choice in joining the war.

Matthew had left him Kumajirou to watch over – though Alfred wasn't too fond of the bear. It only muttered 'who' (who didn't know America?!), and 'hungry' (the bear constantly ate his hamburgers), and 'Canada' (reminding Alfred of where Matthew really was).

Though Kumajirou had his useful aspects as he fetched the mail for Alfred – who ripped it open with disinterest. His blue eyes widened a moment later as he simply stared at the pictures.

This was Canada.

This was Mattie.

In Germany's house.

Wearing a maid's uniform.

Most of the letter was written in Japanese with an English translation underneath it – Japan had obviously sent it to him.

Canada, Matthew, had been captured by the Axis Powers...

Oh – it was so war time...

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