Wars Will Have Their Victors

Betrayal

I walked into tthe meeting hall and sat down sighing at the empty seat next to me. Canada filled the seat and smiled brightly. "oh...Matthew...how are you?" I asked. "I'm fine...how about you? you've been through a lot ehy." he suddenly had an expression of sorrow plastered on his face. "I'm dealing." I forced a smile on my face. "good." he began to lean in. "woah...what are you doing?" I put a hand to his face raising an eyebrow. "trying to kiss you." he chuckled. "no. Matt...I'm in a situation right now. you understand right?" "um..." he stared blankley. "ugh." I rolled my eyes and stormed out.

once the meeting was over Canada walked out of the room confused. "what's wrong my brother?" Alfred asked cheerfully as he rolled up to him in wheelchair. "Ishbala is really mad at me and I don't know why." Matthew scratched his head. "That's why were men dude...we don't know what we did. they don't ever tell ya." Alfred sighed at the note that Mexico was still mad at him for whatever reason that he didn't know. "its strange." Canada shrugged. "I know the feeling." the brother stated then sighed in unison with his twin.

I was sitting in the hospital room staring at Prussia's steadily breathing chest. my heart skipped a beat when a small squeeze was present in my hand. "Prussia?" I called. his eyes practically fluttered open. "Ishbala." he responded. "Gilbert!" I threw myself onto him and cried as he hugged back. "I'll get the nurse!" I ran out. no more than a half hour later the albino was guzzling beer and wurst. "man I'm starving!" he shouted. "I just glad your back!" I hugged onto him. "I'm too awesome to be taken out by that demon Russia." he chuckled as he took another swig of his beer. "Cerdo Estupido." (stupid pig) Spain mumbled. "Spain don't say such things shes happy...and didn't you used to love her?!" France scolded his friend. "Key word used to, amigo." he growled. "relax...she has the man shes always wanted." Francis patted his friend's back. "your not helping!" Spain yelled as he drowned more of his sorrows in his favorite Spanish wine. the Frenchman sighed as he took a delicate sip of his French dessert wine. "I mean how can I let it go? we were in so much love...this is muy horrible." he sighed twirling the glass while his chin rested on the table. "I know." he raised an eyebrow. "I...deserve to be her...*hic* knight in shining armour. she is...*hic* my princess!" Spain yelled. "Spain your drunk." France sighed. "no I'm not! *hic* I can hold my liquor so don't tell me otherwise! *hic* I'm Spanish!" he poked a finger harshly into the blondie's chest. the Frenchman sighed and grabbed Spain and took him out of the bar. "so Gilbert...whatcha doing tonight?" I twirled his hair around my finger. "I don't know yet. why?" he chuckled. "I wanted to hang out tonight...Prussia...I...heh...I'm in love with you." I grabbed his hand as a light pink dusted my face. "Ishbala..." he store into my irises. he leaned in and kissed me in full. I jumped when a glass shattered. I turned to see Germany behind us. "oh hey vest what's up?" Prussia smiled...no idea of what was really going on. "I thought you cared." Germany threw something on the ground again then stormed out. I kneeled on the ground and picked up the small red velvet box that was now soaked in beer. I opened it and my eyes watered at its content. it was a beautiful medium sized dimond ring. "Ishbala...vhat's going on?" Prussia asked. I stood and hugged him. he wasnt truely clear what was going on but he comforted me anyway.