Thank you for your patience guys! You all are absolutely amazing! 3 Seriously. I'm happy you've actually bothered to put up with my absence! More information will be at the end of the chapter.

"They can't do it. They can't!" Canada clung tightly to Germany, who did his best to comfort the distressed man. "They can't split you up….." Canada sniffled.

"They vill do vhat they have to, Canada." He said gently, patting his head. "It is only fair. My country has caused a lot of damage…."

"But that's not your fault! They can't split you up! It'll kill you! And then I'll be alone again!" He hiccuped and Germany felt a pang.

Canada was right. Being split would most likely result in him either forgetting or fading away completely. Was he really the only one who noticed the Canadian? Of course he was. Had he not seen England mistake his own colony for a human? If he did forget, or disappear, Canada would probably be forgotten again….but there really was no way around their problem. The Allies had won and, like it or not, he was going to have to follow what they wanted.

Prussia watched the two in an angry, bordering on furious, mood. Not only was he mad about the Allies wanting to split his brother up, but his brother was comforting one of those Allies! He didn't care what his brother had to say. He didn't believe at this point that Germany had just saved the Canadian. There was something between them, and it pissed him off to no end. Not the fact that there was something there. Oh no, he was actually rather happy about that. It was them lying about it that pissed him off so much. Didn't his brother trust him? Granted that Canada was a male and on the other side of the war, but hadn't Germany watch him as he went back and forth from chasing Austria and Hungary?

Germany's next words, spoken so soft and tender, caused him to pause his thoughts.

"Ich werde dich immer lieben , auch wenn wir verabschieden." He murmured to the Canadian, holding him close.

Well…..shit. There went any and all anger he felt toward them.

Said Canadian looked rather confused. "I…..I don't understand...I don't know any german…."

Germany smiled slightly. "I know."

Prussia interrupted before Canada could question further.

"I'll go." He said abruptly, causing the other two to look at him in shock.

"Was?" Germany asked dumbly.

"I said I'll go." He repeated. "I'm not going to let my baby brother be split up. I'll go in your place so you're not all torn apart."

"Prussia….." Canada looked down for a moment. "...thank you…..I'm…..I'm so sorry I'm a part of this."

The two brothers were startled to see small trails down his cheeks. "C-Canada…." Germany said softly.

"I'm sorry I'm a part of this stupid war." The flood gates broke and he burst into tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He sobbed and Germany drew him tighter.

"Shhh, it's alright…" He murmured comfortingly. "You did what you had to, Canada." He glanced at his brother, gratitude clear in his eyes.

Prussia nodded slightly in acknowledgement before politely looking away from the 'comfort fest' as he decided to dub it. So unawesome.

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There was discomfort in the room as the two brothers murmured softly their goodbyes to one another. Prussia was to be sent with Russia while Germany would remain under the eyes of the remaining allies while he worked to rebuild after the mass destruction that had been caused. Canada waited silently beside America, eyes cast somberly to the ground. He had eventually calmed after breaking down and reassures the blond German that he was fine. But he really wasn't. His heart constricted painfully and his hands tightened their grip on each other. If the other allies found out what had happened between them….he couldn't stand to finish the thought.

He lifted his head as the brothers split after a brief but powerful handshake with one another, the German approaching them as Prussia moved to Russia. They looked at each other for one last moment before both nodding in silent understanding and Prussia departing with Russia without another word.

"Right. Well, you know what to do, Germany. America and I will travel with you back to Germany where we will start to establish rebuilding efforts." England said and Germany nodded briefly, flicking his eyes to Canada, who gave a hesitant smile. "The frog will go back and start to rebuild on our end as well. Let's not waste any more time." He turned and started heading to the door, America, and after a moment of slight hesitation that no one but France and Canada noticed, followed them. He reached a hand out to his side as he passed, gently brushing fingers with Canada's own outstretched hand, unable to bring himself to look at the smaller blond.

'There goes my heart.' He thought blankly as the blond excited the room. The door closed with finality.

Canada's shoulders sagged slightly with the last click, Fance looking at him curiously. He had seem the brush between the two, although Canada didn't seem to be aware that he was aware of him. He would leave it be for now. After all, who was the Country of Love to interfere with said love? How curious. Love between enemies. How curious indeed.

Epilogue

Canada fidgeted nervously, disturbing the bear on his lap from his sleep. The small creature grumbled irritably and shifted position and quickly falling back asleep.

"Sorry Kuma…." Canada whispered softly, petting his head gently. "G-Germany's going to be here this meeting…..I-I haven't seen him i-in years. Y-you think he'll remember….?" He said hopefully to the unresponsive bear.

The buzz of the meeting room was pleasant, underneath the usual bickering, of course. That was expected. The room quieted as the door opened and a certain blond stepped from the hall. Sharply dressed and papers in hands he strode confidently into the room, giving a polite nod to the nations within. Canada perked, smiling happily. It was quickly gone when the German's eyes slid over him, not seeming to see him. His heart fell into the pit of his stomach and suddenly it was hard to breath. Had…..had he really not seen him? It...it couldn't be true! He refused to believe it! He stared down at the bear in his lap, biting his lip hard enough that the flavor of blood touched his tongue.

He sat miserably though the meeting, ignoring the inevitable fight that broke out between the nations. Some nations started leaving, disgusted by the fight and Canada followed suit, clutching Kumajiro tightly to himself. It wasn't fair. Why was he always forgotten? He stared down at his feet as he walked, fighting back tears. It really wasn't fair. He let out a squeak of surprise when a hand wrapped warmly onto his upper arm. Canada turned his face to look at the person who grabbed him and was suddenly pulled into an empty room, the door closing behind them.

"G-Germany?" He said, startled but hope lifting his heart from the pit of his stomach.

"Ja. I'm sorry, Canada." The larger blond took him into his arms, clasping his tightly to his chest but leaving enough room for the bear in Canada's arms. "I didn't want you to get into trouble if anyone found out."

Canada sniffled softly, pressing his face against the broad chest before him. "Thank you…..for not forgetting."

Germany pulled back and lifted Canada's chin with a warm and gentle hand, kissing him passionately. He drew back slowly from the dazed and breathless Canadian before him. "Canada. You are unforgettable."

What's this? I actually finnaly finished the story? WHOA! Amazing! I did a thing! Anyway, I know it might seem a little cut short, but I liked how that last line ended things. And yes, I know there is some historical inaccuracies when it comes to parts of this, but I wasn't really going for a historically accurate fic in the first place Anyways, my absence has been caused by being absolutely and utterly buried in homework for the last...holy crap. It's been freaking weeks. ;A; I'm so sorry. In regards to my other fics, I'll get to them when I can. I promise. I really do. The next update will most likely be to Midnight Fury. I'm a little stuck on the one shot at the moment. Anyways! Have a good one guys!