I was startled by papa's sudden out burst, but I nodded confidently.
"Prussia is one of my greatest vieux amis [old friends] back when I was just being created!" He loudly whispered when papa England, as if on a cue, yelled down to us,
"You two better not be talking about Prussia down there!"
"We aren't!" He lied looking up into the living room. Then he turned his head back to me whispering loudly again, "Your papa England doesn't like me to talk about him, so if you want to know who he is, you're going to have to ask Spain." I shook my head again showing that I understood. We ate with out another word said that night, but papa France could keep that smile to himself.
~o~
The next day, I was determined to find out who "Prussia" was. So I got up early and went to Spain's house, but when the door opened I was surprised to see who opened the door.
"Who are you?" Asked the man, who looked younger than me, but I could tell he was way older than I'll ever be. He also had an accent that I couldn't tell if it was Italian or Spanish.
"I'm Canada. Do you know where Spain is?" I tried to sound as confidence, but I think I think sounded like I didn't want to see him. He looked at me like I said something arrogant as America's basic conversation with someone, so I hurried up and said, "My... father, France, asked me to ask him a question."
"That French bastard?" Italian,defiantly Italian."Well, if you are even the sliest bit-''
" Romano, who's at the door?" I herd a thick Spanish accent from the other room.
"He says he's France's kid."
"Oh, Canada! Let him in."
The Italian man stepped aside so I could come in looking at me more calmly then the whole conversation. I whispered "thank you" and went into the other room to which I herd the voice. The man look exactly the guy in one of the pictures in papa France's hall way from when I was a kid and papa France and papa England had different houses. "Do you remember me?" Ask the man.
"No...but you do look like someone from...France's pictures" It always feels weird not to refer to papa England or papa France as ''papa.''
"Yup, that's me alright." He said with a smile. "So what did you want to ask me?"
I looked at the Italian man, then back at Spain. I was nervous that he was going to react to the question just like papa England. "Do you know who Prussia is?"
"WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THAT BASTARD?!" The Italian man yelled more to Spain then me. Spain just gave the same smile that papa France gave, looking at the floor as if it reminded him of a happy memory. After a few seconds, he smiled at me with a little sadness in his eye's, the same way papa France had. Everything after that just seemed like déjà vu from the night before. He couldn't talk about it, because his lover didn't want him to, then gave me suggestion on who I should see. I thanked them, and tried to see if Hungary or Austria had any information.
~o~
That whole satutday, the only person that gave me information on him was Germany. Germany wouldn't smile, he didn't look down and beam as if it was a happy memory, he didn't slide the topic off even when Italy said to because it brought back old memories. He looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "Prussia is my older brother. He died because of my lack of strength to revolt against my boss."
