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America looked up from the Canadian newspaper he'd been reading as someone knocked lightly on the door. He wasn't expecting any visitors and as far as he knew, no one knew that he was staying in Canada's house...
He was surprised to find Prussia at the door, wearing a fluffy coat, earmuffs, and a scarf. America's surprised face quickly turned into a death glare.
"What do you want?" he asked bitterly.
"I'm here to pay my respects," Prussia said quietly. He had started talking again a few days ago, but he was still very quiet and he refused to say anything about that day or anything really.
"What you you know about respect?" America asked, ready to fling himself at Prussia full force at a moments notice.
"Just let me see him. Please."
America let out a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a sigh, and stepped aside, allowing the Prussian to enter the Canadian home. America led him to the back door and pointed to a stone tombstone in the backyard.
Prussia just nodded to America and let himself out into the yard. It was a simple headstone, marked only with the words "Matthew Williams," and lightly dusted with snow.
"Hey, Canada," Prussia said, sitting down, "I, uh, realize I'm probably the last person you wanted to see... but, uh, I couldn't just not come..."
Prussia twiddled with his thumbs a bit for a while before reaching up to dust some of the snow off the headstone.
"Uh, did America tell you about China already? There's this disease and everyone had to be evacuated. The whole place is deserted. Luckily a lot of the people got out because China's boss was kind of expecting it...
"Matthieu's been looking after your country... America's been keeping an eye on him of course... There haven't been any maple syrup shortages yet," Prussia laughed coldly before wiping a tear from his eyes.
"He really misses you, ya know? America does... Everyone does, really... I know I-" Prussia sniffled. He paused again to wipe away tears.
"I'm so sorry, Canada. I'm so, so sorry, and no matter how many time I say it, I know that it means absolutely nothing... I wish I hadn't done it, I wish I'd had a choice... I wish I'd been stronger when Ian and Oliver did those things to me, I wish I'd fought back... I wish I never left Ita's side to get cupcakes...
"It's all my fault- I'm so sorry, Canada. I never wanted any of this to happen. Everyone is mad at me, your brother hates me, I can't do anything about it. I just want you back... I never wanted to hurt you. Because I loved you...* I really am sorry... even if it doesn't make a difference, I really am sorry..."
Prussia sat out there for a while, not saying much else. Maybe a quick comment about how the other countries were doing, or maybe something about a news event happening elsewhere- but for the most part he remained quiet- he'd already spoken more than he had since he'd started speaking again.
An hour or so later, when the wind started picking up again, Prussia stood up and turned to walk back to the house.
"See ya around, Mattie."
Prussia walked back to the house slowly. He hoped America would let him at least warm up a little before he left, but he didn't get his hopes up too high.
When he reached the house, America was already waiting for him inside.
"You were out there a while," America said, a slight twinge of bitterness in his voice.
"Yeah..." was all Prussia said. America sighed, annoyed.
"Mattie wasn't the type to hold a grudge... so... here!" America said, shoving something into Prussia's hands.
"What is-?" Prussia looked down to see a small vile on a chain, "Are these-?!"
"Mattie's, yeah... Only France, England, and I got 'em, but... Bro wouldn't have wanted me to hold a grudge against you for what happened, so... I split my share."
Prussia didn't say anything- he couldn't, he was still so shocked.
"But don't think this means I'm not still upset about it! It's just. Canada wouldn't have wanted it this way, so- it's for him, ya know?"
Suddenly Prussia flung his arms around the American.
"Thank you, America. You really have no clue how much this means to me!" Prussia said, tears running quickly down his cheeks.
"Yeah, yeah, g-get off, okay? I told you I'm still upset..." America couldn't hold his composure anymore and started crying along with Prussia.
Prussia ended up staying the night at Canada's house with America, and took a flight back home in the morning.
*Again, if you don't ship it, just ignore it.