The Dark And Hollow Pastas

Chapter Eighteen

Prussia awoke suddenly when he heard Matthew get up.
Was he going to the bathroom? Getting a midnight snack? Either way, Prussia had to keep an eye on him to make sure he was safe.
He waited until Canada was out of the room before he lifted his body off the floor and snatched the spare flashlight off the nightstand.
Canada moved quickly, but Prussia didn't find it hard to keep up. He began to worry when the blonde exited the lodge.
"Vhat could he possibly be doing out-" Prussia stopped mid-sentence. "Canada!" He shouted, breaking into a jog and jumping on the country just as he reached the gates.
"Vhat are jou doing, jou idiot?"
"I have to leave, Gil. I don't want to hurt them."
"How zhe hell are jou hurting zhem?"
"I was infected, Prussia."
Prussia froze in surprise.
"Zhen vhy zhe hell didn't jou tell us?"
"I wanted to see Papa and Alfie just once before I died." There were tears in his eyes.
"Und vhat vould jou have done if zhey hadn't come back in time?"
"I'm not an idiot, Prussia. I would have left." He started to stand. "Gil?"
"Ja Birdie?"
"Thanks for making my last day worthwhile."
"Birdie, Don't go. Ve can find a cure!"
"It's too late." Canada looked down at his shaking hands, blood dripping from his nose. "This whole thing is my fault. I deserve to die."
"Jou didn't do anyzhing wrong."
"Prussia, would you be able to kill me? If I turned would you have the guts to shoot me right in the head? Would anybody?"
Prussia didn't know how to reply.
"I'd understand if it was my brother. Some countries would pay for that honour. But I never did anything to bother anybody."
The albino Prussian didn't normally cry, but right then he was close.
"Birdie..."
"Don't. Call. Me. That." Canada shouted almost as loud as America.
The shock of the sound caused unawesome tears to flow in Prussia's eyes.
"You'd be safer without-" Canada was cut off by a pain in his stomach. He cried out and fell to the ground.
"Somebody help!" Prussia cried. He saw a few lights turn on in the lodge as a response. Would they get here on time?
"Bruder? Vhat happened?" Germany was the first to reach them.
"It's Canada. He's changing."
West's eyes widened. His first action was to pull out his gun.
"Vest! Nein!" Prussia stepped between the two.
"Germany, what are you doing?" Britain stopped running.
"America is turning into a zombie."
"Canada." Prussia corrected frantically.
"Zhat's vhat I said."
"Mon Garçon!" France shrieked. He rushed to his child's side, cradling him closely.
"I told you." Britain mumbled.
"Do you 'ave a spell to fix 'im?" France asked desperately. "Anyzhing?
"I-" Britain wavered. "There is one...But I'm not sure how it will work."
"Please, Britain. I can't lose mon Mathieu."
Canada clawed at his stomach, tears spilling from his eyes. "You don't need to do this. Just let me die."
Prussia spun around, his hand slamming against the blonde's face and knocking his glasses off.
"Don't jou ever say zhat." He cried. "Look at all zhe people who care about jou."
Canada started at the former country in shock.
Britain took advantage of the silence by sending Germany off for his spell book.
"I need you to stay calm, Canada."
Canada nodded obediently, leaning into his father for support.
Germany returned two minutes later with the leather bound book.
Britain flipped through the pages until he found the right one. He recited the words until Canada's eyes fell shut and he went limp into France's arms.
"Is he okay now?" The older of the blonde country asked. He picked his former colony up bridle style.
"I think so, but I'm not positive." Britain nodded.
"Let's get him inside." Germany commanded. "I'll keep an eye on him in case he turns. I am perfectly capable of killing him if zhings get out of hand."