“I know, I'm sorry, it's just... I- I might be...” he trailed off and Canada patted his arm sympathetically. “Oh God, what if everyone knows? What if China knows? What if Japan knows?!”
Canada couldn't believe he was having this conversation with his brother. He silently condemned France and England for this.
“Al, if they are your friends, they won't care. I'm not just going to support you because I'm the same way or that's my country's policy. I'm supporting you because you're my brother, okay?”
“T-thanks, Mattie,” America said, sniffing loudly and reaching for a tissue on the side table.
Canada nodded. “Do you want some coffee Al?”
“With maple syrup?” he asked, his blue puppy-eyes looking up at him pleadingly.
“Can't drink the stuff any other way,” he replied with a smile.
Canada made a mental note to call his Papa and demand why on Earth he- of all the nations, and being the one to populate half of America!- didn't have some sort of talk with America about this.
...oOo...
Prussia sat a little off to the side while Aphroditê received a lecture from Freyja. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but that scene on the couch was just plain funny. It wasn't surprising to him to hear that it took America so long to figure it out; he was founded by Puritans after all.
“You know his values!” Freyja yelled. “Why would you do that to him?!”
“What do his values have to do with this?!” Aphroditê yelled back.
“They have everything to do with this! You could mess everything up for everyone! Everything we've been working for!”
“Working for? You mean, everything Yuelao has been pouting over, what you've been stressing about, and what Sucellus has been giggling like a little schoolgirl for.”
“And what you have been working to uproot. Yes, that's exactly what I mean.”
“I haven't uprooted everything! You are all so ready to blame me! This is all Yuelao's fault in the first place! If she hadn't tied France to Jeanne, everything would be fine right now!”
Sucellus and Yuelao entered the room, looking just as prepared to fight as the first two Goddesses.
Prussia cleared his throat nervously. “Um, could I just say something?”
“What?” Freyja snapped.
“No one regrets anything that happened,” Prussia said with quiet defiance.
“What are you talking about?” both Goddesses asked at the same time.
“Well,” Prussia began, “If Yuelao never tied France to Jeanne, then he would've been tied to England, right? That means England would never have been tied to America. So America probably would've been tied to Russia to begin with... I never would've been connected to Russia.”
The Goddesses looked at each other and then back to Prussia.
“You don't wish it could've happened differently?” Aphroditê asked.
Prussia shook his head. “Nein. Honestly, if I could be with Ivan, I'd start World War Two all over again. My only regret is ever having fought with Russia. But I don't regret anything that happened.”
When Yuelao looked at Aphroditê smugly, Prussia continued, “That's not what I meant... Fuck. I meant that all the shit we did in the past makes us who we are today, right? And we can't regret who we are, so we have to accept what happened and move forward. I'm ready to move forward, and I want Ivan to move forward. I can't explain this. Ask Francis, he'll tell you.”
The Gods all looked at eachother.
“I think,” Freyja began slowly, “That in all our dealings with Mortals, we have yet to properly understand them.”
Prussia shrugged.
“We need to ask him what we originally called him for,” Yuelao interjected. Aphroditê rolled her eyes, but Freyja and Sucellus nodded.
“Prussia-”
“Gilbert,” Prussia interrupted. “My name is Gilbert.”
“Gilbert,” Yuelao began again, with a small smile of approval, “You have proven yourself to truly want what is best for Ivan. And as your understanding of Mortals is better than ours, what do you think should be done with Russia?”
“Tie him to America,” Prussia said without hesitation.
Sucellus put a hand on his shoulder and nodded his approval.
“But what about Canada?” Aphroditê asked.
“Canada isn't the problem. Matthew is the problem. And actually... I think I can take care of him.”
In Love and War (14c/?)
“I know, I'm sorry, it's just... I- I might be...” he trailed off and Canada patted his arm sympathetically. “Oh God, what if everyone knows? What if China knows? What if Japan knows?!”
Canada couldn't believe he was having this conversation with his brother. He silently condemned France and England for this.
“Al, if they are your friends, they won't care. I'm not just going to support you because I'm the same way or that's my country's policy. I'm supporting you because you're my brother, okay?”
“T-thanks, Mattie,” America said, sniffing loudly and reaching for a tissue on the side table.
Canada nodded. “Do you want some coffee Al?”
“With maple syrup?” he asked, his blue puppy-eyes looking up at him pleadingly.
“Can't drink the stuff any other way,” he replied with a smile.
Canada made a mental note to call his Papa and demand why on Earth he- of all the nations, and being the one to populate half of America!- didn't have some sort of talk with America about this.
Prussia sat a little off to the side while Aphroditê received a lecture from Freyja. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but that scene on the couch was just plain funny. It wasn't surprising to him to hear that it took America so long to figure it out; he was founded by Puritans after all.
“You know his values!” Freyja yelled. “Why would you do that to him?!”
“What do his values have to do with this?!” Aphroditê yelled back.
“They have everything to do with this! You could mess everything up for everyone! Everything we've been working for!”
“Working for? You mean, everything Yuelao has been pouting over, what you've been stressing about, and what Sucellus has been giggling like a little schoolgirl for.”
“And what you have been working to uproot. Yes, that's exactly what I mean.”
“I haven't uprooted everything! You are all so ready to blame me! This is all Yuelao's fault in the first place! If she hadn't tied France to Jeanne, everything would be fine right now!”
Sucellus and Yuelao entered the room, looking just as prepared to fight as the first two Goddesses.
Prussia cleared his throat nervously. “Um, could I just say something?”
“What?” Freyja snapped.
“No one regrets anything that happened,” Prussia said with quiet defiance.
“What are you talking about?” both Goddesses asked at the same time.
“Well,” Prussia began, “If Yuelao never tied France to Jeanne, then he would've been tied to England, right? That means England would never have been tied to America. So America probably would've been tied to Russia to begin with... I never would've been connected to Russia.”
The Goddesses looked at each other and then back to Prussia.
“You don't wish it could've happened differently?” Aphroditê asked.
Prussia shook his head. “Nein. Honestly, if I could be with Ivan, I'd start World War Two all over again. My only regret is ever having fought with Russia. But I don't regret anything that happened.”
When Yuelao looked at Aphroditê smugly, Prussia continued, “That's not what I meant... Fuck. I meant that all the shit we did in the past makes us who we are today, right? And we can't regret who we are, so we have to accept what happened and move forward. I'm ready to move forward, and I want Ivan to move forward. I can't explain this. Ask Francis, he'll tell you.”
The Gods all looked at eachother.
“I think,” Freyja began slowly, “That in all our dealings with Mortals, we have yet to properly understand them.”
Prussia shrugged.
“We need to ask him what we originally called him for,” Yuelao interjected. Aphroditê rolled her eyes, but Freyja and Sucellus nodded.
“Prussia-”
“Gilbert,” Prussia interrupted. “My name is Gilbert.”
“Gilbert,” Yuelao began again, with a small smile of approval, “You have proven yourself to truly want what is best for Ivan. And as your understanding of Mortals is better than ours, what do you think should be done with Russia?”
“Tie him to America,” Prussia said without hesitation.
Sucellus put a hand on his shoulder and nodded his approval.
“But what about Canada?” Aphroditê asked.
“Canada isn't the problem. Matthew is the problem. And actually... I think I can take care of him.”