Dudes, I apologize, I know I made the deal and everything, but Shi* just hit the fan last Saturday. I'm not exaggerating either, my little sister started a screaming match with my mom, then later my older sister punched my little sister in the face and the my mom and dad were fighting, which is normal, but it was worse than usual, and then my sister started fighting with my mom again and...it just wasnt possible to update. I was gonna try and get it up during the week, but we were performing my play in Drama and well anyway yeah...

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BAM!

"Verdammt!"1 Prussia swore. Canada had slammed into him and succeeded in knocking Prussia on his very awesome ass. Canada scored and then gracefully skated back over to Prussia.

"Are you all right?" Canada asked extending a hand to him. Prussia glared, but accepted the hand. Canada pulled him up.

Prussia watched as Canada began skating away, dribbling the puck and scoring again. He couldn't understand him. Canada apparently knew who he was from seeing him at the meeting the few times that he went, but why hadn't he ever noticed Canada? Not to mention, but he was full of contradictions. One moment he was silent and shy, the next he was shouting at Prussia. Then when they were out in more public areas he could barely be heard and was walked all over, yet once they were on the ice it was like be became something completely different, dominating the rink and beating everyone else down. As well as the fact he was hell strong, but he not only looked weak, he acted as though he was too. He was constantly over-shadowed by his brother, yet he could easily be just as great, only he didn't let himself be. Why? Prussia thought furrowing his brow. It didn't make any sense what so ever to him.

"Ugh." Prussia groaned, rubbing his still throbbing head and shivered. They'd been skating for quite a while now, well Canada had been skating, Prussia had just been freezing his balls off. He was too intrigued with Canada to care at the moment. Why? Why was he doing all of this? Why were they even here, at the ice rink? They had barely just met and somehow they'd been acting like they often hung out, like it was normal to just take a hung-over person you barely know to an ice rink.

"Uhh…Prussia?" Canada shifted. It wasn't until Canada said something that he realized Canada had come over and that he had been staring at him.

"Das tut mir leid."2 Prussia said, brows furrowed. "Ich versuche nur, um herauszufinden, warum ich noch hier... bei euch bin."3

"Prussia, I don't know German." Canada said feeling a bit awkward.

"Nevermind." Prussia answered.

"Um… You wanna keep playing?" Canada asked. He hadn't missed the fact that Prussia was definitely a horrible ice skater and was most certainly the worst hockey player in history. But he'd also noticed that he seemed to have forgotten their talk this morning.

"Well Birdie, I think the ice has had enough of the awesomeness." Prussia said as if he was melting the ice with his extreme awesomeness.

"We could go get some hot chocolate, if you like…?" Canada asked hoping to keep Prussia's mind off the bad things. Prussia just grinned and watched as Canada skated toward the edge of the rink. The blonde was graceful and looked so at home here on the ice. He turned at Prussia's silence and stared at him as if trying to solve a puzzle.

"'Tsk' You're a hella good skater you know." Prussia said with annoyance.

"N-Not really…no" Canada said, face flushing. Prussia raised his eyebrow.

"You're skating backwards."

Canada's eyes widened, as if taken by surprise. He almost fell over, and would have had Prussia not grabbed his hand to steady him. Canada looked like a deer in the headlights, and Prussia couldn't help it he laughed. Canada wasn't even conscious of the fact he'd been skating backwards and his face at realizing he was… ah man it was too hilarious. That was just liked Matthew.

Matthew. Matthew made everything better. He made him feel better. He made him feel good, whole, and something completely new.

Prussia handed Matthew one of the two hot chocolates. They had gone to this small café a few blocks from the rink, called Rosie's Café. Of course, Prussia would've much rather had beer, but after last night he was fine with hot chocolate. They sat next the window, where they could clearly see they snow falling gently to the earth. Prussia frowned, how had winter snuck up on the awesome him?

Canada sipped the hot chocolate, and glanced up to see a curious look on Prussia's face, a thoughtful, confused, and somewhat dissatisfied look. For once though, Canada didn't try to distract the albino, but simply watched him, observing him, trying to figure him out.

What are you even doing? Canada asked himself. You know how this works right? You help him a little bit and he'll forget about you the moment he walks away, that's how it's always been!

Shut up! Canada screamed at himself. Enjoy that you're being noticed now and that you could help him a little. Don't wallow, don't wallow, don't wallow-

"Umm…Canada?" Prussia asked.

He looked up, offering Prussia a small smile, 'don't let him see' running through his head 'doesn't need to know how truly pitiable you are'.

"What do you think of the snow?"

"What?" Canada asked confused.

"What do you think of the snow?" Prussia asked him again. His face had an impassive expression, but there was something with his voice that had Canada worried again.

'Good, distract yourself with his problems.' His stupid little voice in the back of his mind hissed. Ignoring it, Canada turned to watch the snow fall. It seemed to float down, twirling and dancing in the wind with promises of snowmen and snowball fights. Canada loved the snow.

"It's pretty and wondrous and amazing and remarkable and so much more. Tomorrow children will play and families will start decorating for Christmas. People will sing carols and talk about what they want for Christmas. The holiday cheer will fill the air and…" Canada trailed off, so many different feelings filling him up.

"Good, that's good." Prussia whispered. They were silent.

She walked out of the government building and stared up at the sky. Prussia watched her put her hand out and catch a snowflake.

"Hey." He said watching her cautiously.

"It's snowing." She said, her gaze never leaving the sky. He looked up and then back at her.

"Yeah, it is." He said unsure what to make of her statement.

"I hate the snow."

He was silent. He had known she hated the snow, but they'd never really said anything about it before.

"It is icy and ruthless and freezing and cruel and horrible. All it does is bring hunger, sickness, and death." She spoke with so much coldness in her voice, her face completely unreadable. "Damn this snow, damn this snow, damn…" She sniffed

"Damn…" Her voice broke and he pulled her into his arms as she began to openly sob. "Damn it all!"

"Shh…" He whispered. "I'm here. It's ok. I love you."

"I wish you didn't. I wish he did."

She blamed him for the divorce process she just went through. He could hear it in her voice.

"I'm like the snow, huh?"

It had hurt, but at that moment Austria-Hungary was being divided. After 10 years of being one, it was bound to be painful. That's why Prussia had written off that day as nothing more than an emotional break down and forgotten it entirely until now.

Canada knew that snow was beautiful and breathtaking, but that it was also cold. Not many people liked the cold, which was why Canada often found himself alone. What Canada liked the most about his country, many people hated. Even his own brother voiced his opinion about how much he hated the cold. Canada couldn't bring himself to like the snow any less for that though.

They were interrupted from their melancholy by Gilbert's obnoxious ring tone. Which just happened to repeat "I'm awesome." Over and over again. Gilbert jumped and pulled the phone from his pocket, not even glancing at the caller ID before answering.

"Luddy!"

"Mein Gott, Gilbert where have you been?" Germany shouted loud enough for Canada to hear.

"~Kesesesese~ I've been out with Mattie!"

Canada's head shot up. Had Prussia just referred to him as Mattie? Alfred was the only one who ever did that.

"Who's Mattie?" Germany asked not remembering why that name rang a bell.

"Canada that's who!" Gilbert answered, his voice a bit cross.

"Oh…Anyway, Gilbert, you know I don't like it when you disappear for days at a time without letting me know where you are! I thought you were going to be with France and Spain, but when I called them and they told me you left last night and I had no idea where you were. So-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Chillax, West, if one didn't know better they'd think you were the older brother, geez. No worries, I'll head back now." Prussia said hanging up.

On the other line Germany cursed, he was quite fed up with people hanging up on him.

"Sorry, Birdie. I best be getting back before West busts a tit or something." Gilbert said.

"It's alright, I'll be see you Prussia." Canada said. He watched as Prussia walked out and he sighed. He would probably never see Prussia again.

Translations:

1-Damn it

2-I'm sorry

3-I'm just trying to figure out why I am still here...with you.

Soooo yeah, dont hate me. uhhh...review please? pretty please with a cherry on top?