Canada's P.O.V.

It was a partly normal day when it happened, a fresh layer of snow on the ground outside my house. I was eating my usual breakfast of pancakes, with Kuma on the table asking for fish. He was bugging me extra because he knew I was leaving the next day to once again fight in the battle against the Germans, with my brothers, so he was gonna be left alone with a pet sitter again.

The reason I had left the field at all was because I got too wounded, so it effected the state of the country a little and my supervisor sent me home to fix myself up. Everything felt fine right then. I focused on the pancakes and the sound of the radio.

This was fine.

A few years later is when it happened, after all the conflict and worry it happened. I was once again, home and safe.

The nazis were defeated, everything was perfect, right?

Wrong. Gilbert.

Gilbert was not alright.

He was in the hands of Russia, as I sat safely on my couch with no way to help him. How awful is that? I couldn't get to the one person who truly noticed and cared for me.

I hated this. I hated this all, and I'd cry almost every night because of it.

Fuck you Russia.

Damn you Alfred, for not agreeing to help me get Prussia back

To hell with me, to not save the only person I fell in love with...

(Part 2)
(( sincere apologies on Russia's actions that I make him have in this))

Prussia's P.O.V.

As I looked at my shackles, while sitting on the cold, concrete floor, I couldn't help but smile for some odd reason.

Why was I smiling?

There was nothing to smile about.

Maybe that was it... I just needed to smile to feel better. It wasn't working in the slightest but I did it anyway. The smile turned into a slightly forced, foolish grin and I felt like smacking someone.

Several people actually... My brother on the back of his head for dragging into that idiotic war, Russia for keeping me here then finally beat the shit out of Hitler himself, if he was still alive.

Russia told me the day before of the news, Adolf killed himself.

Coward.

If he was still alive, I knew EXACTLY what I'd do. He may of been trying to "Save and have a stronger fatherland" or whatever but that wasn't the way to do it. As I was thinking of several.. Well... violent ways I would hurt that ass I heard a voice.

Russia. "You seem happy today. We can play then, da?".

I tensed up and my grin went away immediately. "U-Um... Nien. Not today Ivan, sorry." I stuttered a little as I glanced up at Russia, my "bedroom" door open as he leaned on the frame.

Bedroom my ass, it was nothing more then a cold cell.

Russia pouted then placed a bowl of some sort of food in my reach as he replied "You sure? I'm really bored today and I'm sure you are too.".

"Sorry... Maybe jou could play with Nat or Toris instead?" I couldn't help but snicker in my mind. He definitely would not hang out with Belarus but he could "play" with Lithuania.

"That's actually a good idea! See you tomorrow." Russia said then shut the door.

My only meal for today and Russia trying to make conversation was usually my only social interaction, if it was that.

I don't want to go into details but... Let's just say, when the Soviet Union got mad, he'd show me.

In several ways.

For hours.

I looked at the food then slowly ate it, it tasted like absolutely nothing. God, I was missing things right then. Beer, my brother, my friends... And birdie. Little blond and shy Birdie... Suddenly my whole body could feel aching pain, including a strong one in my chest, and I felt like crying.

I wouldn't though. Crying would be the first step of breaking, and I was NOT going to break.

Not yet at least.