Theme 30: Chance

Paring: PruCan

Date Written: 26th September 2013

"West~"

"Vhat, bruder?" the irritated German said, sighing as he knew he would have to listen to another one of his brother's crazy rants.

"Vhy is the awesome me here? I mean, I'm awesome and everything but don't you tight-asses normally not invite me?"

Germany sighed, it was this question again. He'd been over this with his brother several times already, each time the language he used becoming dumber so the other would understand what he was saying. In all honesty though, it was rather complicated. It'd been a long time since Prussia had been extinguished as a nation after WW2 and since then, despite the strange fact the other was alive and kicking, he had been advised against going to any world summit meetings until the other countries could decide what to do.

"In other vords," Prussia chimed in, "you were all scared because I broke the mould and wanted to bolster your defences, right?"

It wasn't exactly the truth, but close enough to it to make Germany almost look away from the road in embarrassment. He knew his brother didn't particularly mind being excluded from the meetings, at the time, he had been more pre-occupied with trying not to turn crazy at the hands of Russia, but he knew it probably still hurt, deep down.

Anyway, now was the first summit meeting that Prussia was going to be a part of since he had lost his status.

"They probably missed how awesome I was, heh." Prussia chuckled.

It was actually to determine what he was, but Germany wasn't going to tell him that. A chirp stopped the conversation. Prussia grinned and petted the yellow chick on his head.

"You agree, Gilbird~"

A chirp was all that came back in response and Prussia laughed, letting the bird nestle back into his silver-white locks again. Germany sighed inwardly, this was not going to be a fun meeting. Not like there ever was one to begin with.

When they got to the hall, everything seemed relatively normal to the Prussian. Well, as normal as a hall full of personified countries could be anyway. Everything was normal, except, nobody seemed to notice him. Not even a nod from his old bad touch friends. They seemed too intent on either staring at the ground, which was unusual, or trying to act serious, which was also strange. It made Prussia uncomfortable, though he would never admit that. He sat down next to Germany and then the meeting started. Normally, Prussia was used to the meetings going out of control within five seconds of starting, but this time, things seemed to go as planned, now Prussia was getting scared. He sat down and forced a smile, he could feel this was not going to be good.

"We are here today," England said, standing at the head of the table, "to discuss matters of policy and economy, to discuss war and peace… but today," he looked straight at Prussia, which he wouldn't have minded if the other didn't have that damned sad look in his eyes, like he was about to do something he regretted, "we are here to talk about what should be done about the state of Prussia."

The room was silent. Prussia growled and stood up, he wasn't taking this, not again.

"I am the sta- no empire of Prussia. You expect me to just lie down like a damn dog and take this scheiße against my name!"

"Bruder, sit do-"Germany started.

"Nein!" Prussia shouted back, causing his brother to shut up entirely, "this is vhat you brought me for, right? To defend myself?"

A pause. It was a question. Germany didn't answer. Prussia growled again, disturbing Gilbird who could almost sense his master's distress and flew off.

"What do you all say then!?" he exclaimed. He knew he shouldn't be reacting like this, knew he shouldn't be so weak. But he couldn't, couldn't live through this again.

A silence. America broke it.

"We agreed that it might be…" he paused and swallowed, looking nervous for once in his life. Prussia tensed his muscles, "maybe you could like, I don't know disappear?"

Prussia grit his teeth, his face like thunder. America tried to cover himself.

"I mean, not in that way but you know, go and live on an island or something and never come back, you know?" that only succeeded in making it worse.

"Vhat!?" Prussia literally jumped onto the desk and started running towards, America, charging at him to attack. That brat wanted him to disappear, leave, go out in a cloud of smoke!?

"Not fucking likely!" Prussia shouted.

It took four of the stronger male countries to hold Prussia back, Germany included. Prussia looked at his brother with the saddest puppy-dog eyes he could, but when they did nothing he chose the kicking option instead, until his muscles lost their energy and he was left panting on the floor.

"Bastards…" he murmured "you are all bastards… every single one of you! I'm Prussia, mother-fricking Prussia! You can't kill me!" Then Prussia started laughing. Oh god, the laughing. It was sign he was breaking. He knew it because it had happened before, when he had been dissolved. He was manically laughing, unable to stop, continuously murmuring;

"Can't kill the awesome me…. Can't kill the awesome me…" the men dropped him, no longer seeing him as a threat.

America spoke again.

"Sorry, dude…" he sounded sincere, not like Prussia cared, "the plane is waiting nearby… you'll like it on that island, don't worry…"

Prussia was close to crying, oh so close. But he kept laughing, kept smiling and kept cursing his terrible luck.

He was going to be gone, out, finite, dead to the world. Everything was going to end here.

"Wait!" an exclamation filled the silent room, though it in itself was rather quiet. Everyone looked over to where the sound had come from to see America. Wait, not America. Canada stomped up, trying to push through the crowd, though he had a hard time doing so because of his stature.

"He has a chance."

A pause and then everyone said it at once, including Prussia.

"A chance?"

Canada walked over to Prussia, who was still on the floor and bent down at his side. This was when Prussia noticed Gilbird planted on top of the other's head and the other's purple eyes that seemed to calm him.

"Birdie…" he said, smiling to himself at the newly-formed nickname, if only a little.

Canada blushed, the shook his head.

"Do you want to become my state?"

There was no response at first. Germany was sure his brother would refuse, shout and kick. He would never be under anyone else's command.

Instead he grabbed the Canadian around the waist and pulled him down so he could hide his head in his shoulder. He whispered.

"Danke…"

Then he cried, the great Prussia cried, cried in relief and sadness, in there in Canada's arms.

It was how the two had met and while Canada had never told Prussia why he had done what he did that day, Prussia knew it must be for a good reason.

"Prussia!" he shouted "where are you? I told you to take out the trash!"

Canada rounded the corner and walked in, expecting Prussia to be watching TV or something. Instead, he was asleep, lying sprawled out among the cushions, snoring quietly. Canada smiled and walked up to him, bending down and looking at his face. He looked cute when he slept, just like he had back then and always had. He felt a need to protect the other's glass heart, the fire that lived within him that was as beautiful, if not more, than any night or piece of silk. It was why he had done that back then.

He kissed him lightly on the lips and the other smiled, a gentle smile. One he only showed around Canada. Gilbird chirped, hopping onto Canada's head from Prussia's. Canada giggled and walked off, deciding to let Prussia off this once. He then suddenly felt himself grabbed from behind and looked t see that Prussia had latched onto him in his sleep. Canada sighed. Meeting a man like this was a one in a million chance. Having a love like this was one in a billion. In the end, no matter what you believe, chance is one of the most powerful forces in this world.

And it brought these two together.

That one chance, when a new Prussia was born.

And thank you guys, for giving me the chance (see what I did there… I'll stop now) to write this. See you next time on MFBB and I hope you enjoyed this! Bye Bye!

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Date ended: 26th September 2013