'What?' The violet-eyed Canadian man whispered staring at his boyfriend. 'What did you just say?'

'Birdie-' the Prussian started seeing his mistake in choosing of words but it was too late.

'No!' Matthew marked. It was so unlikely for him to show emotions like that, that Gilbert was shocked into silence. 'Just shut up. You already said everything. You love Hungary and Austria? You loved them both before me And you still do! What am I to you then, eh? The third one? The substitute for them?!' Gilbert felt his heart stop and ten restart in a painfully quick pace, fueled by fear. No. That whole situation was a misunderstanding!

'Birdie! I know what it sounded like but I didn't mean it in that way!' He interfered quickly when the Canadian took a break for a breath.

'Not that way? So which was it? There's only one way of loving the same person!'

'No just ple-' 'Do you admit it that you love them?' The Canadian interrupted harshly, his violet eyes, usually so gentle, now glaring daggers into his own crimson ones, painfully.

'I-' He could not lie. Not to his Birdie. To his beloved one, who he trusted with his life. 'I do.' He said quietly. 'But not in a roman-'

'Get out.' The Canadian hissed at him. Gilbert flinched. No. This couldn't be happening!

'Didn't you hear me? Get. Out. NOW!'

'But Bird-'

'Don't call me that!'

'But-'

'JUST LEAVE! LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN!' When Gilbert still not moved Matthew delivered the final blow 'I HATE YOU!'

At these words from Matthew the tears that welled up in Prussia's eyes finally spilled down his deathly-pale chicks.

'M-Mat-' he tried for the last time but Canada would not have any of this. Although it pained him he could not bear being the second or the third one for the Prussia. That meant Gilbert didn't really love him. Just used him to forget the other two.

'Get. Out. Now.' He said in a low voice filled with pure rage threatening voice he used only towards his worst enemies on the battlefield, cornered into fight for life.

Gilbert finally understood. It was all over. No mater what. His beloved Birdie, his little hockey-player, hated him. Purely hated.

That thought killed the Prussian. It teared his heart apart. After fixing it for so many centuries the Canadian smashed it into pieces so small he was sure he'll never be able to find again.

Gilbert, the albino nation formerly known as the great Kingdom of Prussia, now representation of East part of Germany, slowly turned away from the one he truly loved and leaved the house, the country, heading to his brother's land.

The last thing he heard – the Canadian snapping the door shut behind him – ripped what little shards of his heart were left inside his painful chest.

It was all over now. He had no love. No Birdie. No chances of forgiveness.

No heart.

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When his brother came from his Canadian boyfriend's house Ludwig expected him to loudly announce his 'awesome' presence and then babble happily about anything, mostly his Birdie, annoying Ludwig greatly.

However he was shocked when instead of his loud and obnoxious brother he saw a man, an albino, that looked like Prussia, but was completely lifeless. Like a living corpse.

Without any words spoken, Gilbert slowly made his way to his room in the German's basement and locked himself inside.

He never left his room for almost two weeks now.

With every passing hour Ludwig was getting more and more worried (and Feliciano's anxious crying did NOT help him), and he finally decided to get information from the only person who could possibly know what happened, as Gilbert refused to respond to anything: Canada.

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So I found this today and decided to add it to the story. What do you think?

Review please!

Hetalia does not belong to me. It belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz.