rico-picoanswered: Angsty/fluffy PruCan with Owl City's "Meteor Shower"? The lyrics kinda remind me of their struggles and that they have each other for support

((Needed to look up the song—sorry for the brief delay. Also, would folks like me to make the ask drabbles reblog-able? Also, as a warning, I leaned toward angst on this one. It's a lot easier for me to write…))

It was a quiet realization. Prussia had expected love to pierce him suddenly and knock him off his feet, but it had crept up on him instead, curling around his heart and supporting him. His body ached; he could feel himself slipping away day by day, hour by hour.

He thought of Canada bringing him soup—Canada putting cold cloths on his head and holding back his hair when the nausea got to him—Canada watching over him to make sure that he didn't fade away in the night. All along, Canada had been there for him; Canada had been looking out for him for so long.

"Don't go," Prussia managed, hanging on to the hem of Canada's shirt as he made to stand up. Canada smiled down at him, stroking his hair. It was plastered with sweat, but Canada didn't cringe or draw back. "I need you, Mattie. I need you more than anything."

"I think you've got it backwards," Canada sighed, not quite chuckling, something between sadness and amusement in his eyes.

For Canada, the realization had come much, much earlier. When no one recognized him at meetings, Prussia still saw him and remembered him—he even knew where to take Canada to eat, what to order, what to say to make Canada forget that he'd been forgotten. Prussia cropped up in the oddest of places. Whether he was feeding ducks and getting bitten by geese in parks, dressed up in a disguise at conventions, or just crawling through air ducts at world meetings, Canada never knew when he'd run into him.

Then Prussia had gotten sick. The last people to identify as Prussian were getting older and leaving him; his body was making an attempt to follow.

But Canada needed Prussia. He needed the ever-present source of laughter and ludicrous praise. He needed that boundless love. He needed someone to remember him and worry about him and need him.

Prussia's fever was getting worse—he was hardly lucid. He'd recovered from worse, but Canada felt fear looming at the door. Was this the last time? "Please," he begged. "Don't go."