Ok, I know it's been awhile and to make up for it, I made this chapter longer than I usually make them. Cut me some slack though, I was very busy! School starting in three days and I had to go school shopping and my younger sister and my three little brothers had fooball(that is America football to all you non Americans) and I had regestration and well you most likey dont care, sooo here's the chapter.

Oh by the way this fanfic is NOT historically accurate!

Canada stared at the sleeping nation on his couch, beer cans surrounding him and he was snoring. Canada couldn't fall asleep thanks to that. He sighed, once he'd seen the blood on Prussia's hand he'd flipped out and dragged him to his house since it was close by. As soon as they arrived, Canada had promptly taken over cleaning out Prussia's cuts, while he continued to drink himself into a stupor. Thank goodness America had brought beer the last time he came over; otherwise Canada would have had a very irritable nation on his hands.

Now though, Prussia was passed out and a really sorry sight. Canada wasn't quite sure what to do with him. Well, it might be easier to just call Germany, I guess, Canada thought and picked up his phone.

"Hallo?" a gruff, clearly peeved voice answered. Canada glanced at the clock on the wall and gulped he hadn't bothered to check what time it was. He was tempted to just hang up the phone at that.

"Umm…excuse me..., Mr. Germany, sir?" Canada whispered. He was so quiet that his voice didn't even shake.

"Hallo?! Speak up I cannot hear you." Germany barked, his voice came out harsher than intended, but he'd been up late that night working and then he had just managed to fall asleep, Italy had come in complaining about monsters. It felt as though he'd only been asleep for a few minutes, when his phone rang waking him up yet again, so he wasn't in a really good mood and he was rather irritated by the person on the other end of the phone.

Canada really did hang up then.

"Maple hockey…" Canada whispered. He'd just have to figure out what to do with Prussia tomorrow. He went to the closet and pulled out a spare blanket that was red with, of course, a maple leaf on it. He was laying the blanket over Prussia when the nation rolled over and whisper. Canada couldn't hear him, so he leaned in to try and hear what he was mumbling.

"Hungary…" Prussia whispered. Canada was confused, was he hungry? Why would he whisper about that in his sleep? Then Prussia reached out, grabbing Canada and pulling him into his chest. Canada's eyes widened and his cheeks went entirely red. Please let go, please let go, was the only thing going through his head as he tried to slip out of Prussia arms. "I love you…"

Canada went still, he'd been freaking out, trying to get out of Prussia's embrace with little success, when Prussia mumbled those three words. The awesome nation Prussia was in love? With who? Canada was still trying to put the pieces together, when Prussia answered the question for him. "I do, Hungary, I love you."

Hungary, duh! Canada thought. It made sense now, what he was whispering about and everything he'd ever seen of Prussia as well. Was this what he was upset about? Had she rejected him or laughed at him? Or was Prussia afraid of telling her, so he felt like he was unawesome, because of that? Canada's thoughts were interrupted by Prussia squeezing him tighter, and pulling him closer. Canada tried to get free, but after about 25 minutes he gave up and settled for making himself as comfortable as he could and he tried to relax enough to fall asleep. It's funny, he thought, how comfortable this actually is…and he fell asleep and slept better than he had in a long time.

He was dreaming and somewhere in his mind he knew that, but he ignored that. Why couldn't he have a nice dream? It started off as a memory, a memory of a day when everything was right in the world.

She held his hand, as they lay in the meadow where they first met, she was singing. It was a rather dramatic song, but when she sang it quietly. It was simple and soft sounding.

"What are you singing?" he asked her.

"Ellopták szívemet." She said softly. "A beautiful piece."

"Yes, beautiful." Prussia whispered as he stared at her face. She blushed when she noticed him staring. He clearly wasn't speaking of the song. She looked away, anywhere but his eyes. She loved his eyes, they entrapped her in his gaze, fascinating and striking. Such a clichéd moment, but it was wonderful. She was happy, her best friend was with her and though it seemed at the time that her world was falling apart, Gilbert was there, the one thing that wouldn't change. He grounded her.

Gilbert smiled she was so beautiful, he loved her and, well, it didn't matter if she loved him or not, because she was here, here with him. Oh, God, he loved her, she was perfect and amazing and, and so much more. He wanted her, so bad, but he didn't have the courage to tell her. He could see himself telling her, he could see himself in the future, proposing to her, having a family, and living a happily ever after, like a fairy tale. He was content with today, and they were happy.

The dream changed and he was standing in the same field, but this time it was set up for a wedding. He was standing at the alter and Elizabeta was in a lovely white dress, she looked stunning and Gilbert couldn't take his eyes off her. She was to be his wife, he had gotten the courage, he told her and proposed, she's said yes. Rose petals seemed to float down around her and she smiled up at him, showing that she truly loved him. When she was close enough, he held out his hand and offered it to her. She took one hand from the arrangement of flowers in her hand and grasped his firmly. He pulled her closer, and stared into her deep, jade green eyes that just liquefied his heart. He placed his hands on her face and leaned in to kiss her, and she dropped her bouquet. Their lips were so close and just about to brush, and her bouquet hit the floor. The dream shattered. He was alone, she was gone, the flowers dead and the field cloaked in darkness.

They were near the stream; it was the last day things were alright. It was late afternoon and the sun was filtered through the trees. They were marching downstream, Gilbert tossing rocks every down and then. It was a quiet day, when either one of them or both of them had so much on their minds that they just needed to take a walk and think about it all. There wasn't any talking, just a peaceful silence. Then Eliza just stopped and stared at Gilbert intensely, full of apprehension.

"Gil…" She whispered. He turned and waited, knowing that she had something big to say. "I…I"

"Take a breath and relax, Eliza. I'm your friend and I will never judge you." Gilbert smiled, hoping it would calm her down, while wishing she would just know that he loved her.

"I'm…" She gulped and took a deep breath. "I'm getting married."

Gilbert's jaw dropped and he felt like someone had punched him in the stomach, forcing all his air out. She kept on talking, nervously, gesturing with her hands, clearly horrified by his reaction, which was almost not a reaction at all. He just stood there and stared. She was telling him about how her country wasn't down well and that her neighboring country wasn't either and that they had come to the agreement of marriage as a solution to their country's problems. Nether of the two to be wed were happy about the agreement, but they didn't have much of a choice.

"Is it that bastard?! Austria?" Gilbert stalked away, with a ready to kill look on his face. Hungary grabbed his arm.

"Gilbert, wait! Listen, hear me out!" She was frantic, he had to listen. He wouldn't though; all he could think about was showing that totally unawesome bastard that this was no solution. "Gilbert this was my idea!"

He turned and stared at her. She…she wanted to get married? But why…why hadn't she asked him? He would have married her no questions asked. Of course, that was unethical considering Austria was right next to her and Prussia wasn't even touching her.(He's thinking about the actual Land, the countries!) But he was her best friend, he loved her, he would've done anything to help her, would even give his life for her. "Why him of all people?"

"Gilbert…" She said slowly.

"Why not me?" He was angry and she didn't deserve it, but he wanted to be mad at her.

"Gilbert, be serious. How well is your country doing right now?" She asked. Prussia gulped, she had a point, his land was continuing to shrink almost every day. The only reason he was still fine and healthy today was, because he was attached to West. "Please, Gilbert understand-"

"Just shut up! Go away, just fucking leave! Go run to your fiancée!" Gilbert sneered, it was harsh and cold and he hated himself, but his body was frozen to the spot he couldn't move and he just wanted to be alone. He nearly died as he watched her run father and father away, back to the bastard. When she was gone his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, his soul seemed to wither and die right there.

"Hungary, I love you." He held his face in his hands. "I do, Hungary, I love you."

He had apologized, the first thing the next morning and they had gotten back on good terms. He was determined to spend the last few months of her unmarried days on good terms with her. They seemed to have completely forgotten that day by the time the wedding came. After that it went downhill, Hungary had asked Prussia to give her away, since she didn't have a father and he did as happy as he could pretend to be. After that she would tell him about her days as a married woman and how Austria was nicer than she thought. How his music was beautiful, how she would dress up Italy and how now Austria thought that he was a girl and she had no intention of setting him straight. He tried to be happy for her, he had, but he could see her unintentionally falling for Austria and he couldn't handle it, as time went on their relationship seemed to fall apart. What was worse was when he had to talk to Austria during that time he could tell, he had no romantic feelings for Hungary at all, at least not then.

Life wasnt a fairy tale, they wouldnt end up happily ever after, like he wanted.

Prussia opened his eyes, and cursed at how bright it was, his head pounding. It was still kind of dark, so he closed his eyes, becoming absorbed thoughts about Hungary, too absorbed to notice the small Canadian nation asleep on his chest. That is, until the quiet nation snored softly. Prussia frowned and glanced down, seeing Canada snuggled up against him sleeping peacefully surprised him so much that he almost forgot the dream he'd had, almost. He chuckled and ruffled Canada's hair.

"Birdie, how is it that we barely know each other, but you already seem to know how to make me feel better?" He whispered.

Ahhh, I wanted to cry for Gilbert and even more so cause I know the rest of the story! Ahhh you might find Hungary kind of a Bitch at the end of this story by the way...