Rooftops (Hetalia PruCan fanfic)

Chapter 3

Sorry for the wait! Here's the new chapter! It's a bit short though. I've been cursed with an eye infection. Bleh.

I don't own Hetalia! But I do own a Prussia wig now. I don't think that counts..

Enough from me, though. On to the fic!

 The two smiled, staring up at the evening sky from the small hill that they were laying down on. They were side by side in the quiet park, enjoying the peace and quiet that surrounded the two for once.

 There was a bit of a quiet rustle as the younger one sat up, bringing himself to sit criss-cross as he looked over to the other on the ground. He let out a sad sigh.

 "I'm going to miss you.. I know I really shouldn't." The blond boy said. He was only 13, about to be 14 in a few months. It was also going to be his last night with his best friend.

 The other shifted onto his side, looking up at the Canadian with red eyes. He was moving back to Germany by morning, and who knows how long it would be before he came back. Neither of them had a clue, and everything was just so sudden. They both wanted to spend as much time as they could together.

 "I wouldn't go, if I didn't have to.." He sighed, moving his position so that he was on his stomach, facing the other with his hands propping his head up, elbows on the ground.

 "I know, just.." The blond sighed, looking up at the darkening summer sky, playing with the hem of his white and red striped shirt. "It's going to feel really weird not going into grade 9 with you." He admitted. His jaw moved, as if speaking once again, but nothing was coming out. Nothing at all. Everything had fallen to a deafening silence.

 "I can't hear you.. What's going on?" The Prussian asked, trying not to show any worry. The other looked down at him, and cracked a small, sad smile before his mouth moved again, his eyes focusing on the ground now.

 The Prussian frowned, sitting up and reaching an arm out to grab the blonds shoulder. "I can't hear a wo-" He cut himself off once he felt nothing. His hand went right through the boy as if he were mist, or a ghost. Suddenly, he could hear his heart pounding in his ears, along with a strange ringing sound. He felt a rumble in the ground and suddenly, everything was dark. Not the night type of dark, but a frightening dark. All he could feel was cool air now.

 He could hear saddening whispers of voices, but he couldn't hear the words that they were saying. It came down to one voice, though. A voice that was all too familiar.

 A person came up to him. The figure was unclear, but crying came from it. The figure was a grey colour, standing while it's arms were wrapped around it's body, while soft, quiet sobs.

 I woke up, my breathing fast and I was covered in a cold sweat. For a moment, I just laid there. Then I sat up and sighed, rubbing my forehead in frustration.

 'That dream again? Man, it's so weird.. It gets weirder and weirder each time.. And longer, too.' I thought to myself, glancing over to the clock. It was 6:14 now. I really didn't have much to do after school, other than dropping Matthew off at his own house.