"Gilbert, please. Open zhe door."
Prussia didn't respond to his brother's calls. He didn't normally act like this, but something about Canada, a country who did nothing to wrong anybody else, being forgotten and alone hurt him.
"Bruder, come on."
"Go back to Canada. He might turn into a zombie und eat us all." He responded cynically.
"Fine. But I'm getting France. Jou shouldn't sulk like zhis."
"Nein. Leave me alone." Just like everybody leaves Canada alone.
Prussia heard a frustrated grunt and the stomping of his brother's boots.
Why was he so hung up on this? Maybe it was because he too was being forgotten. He was sad that, because Mattie just rolled over and took it, people didn't even try to remember him. Why didn't he fight back?
Or maybe...
Seeing Canada so hurt...It was painful to watch...Maybe he was...Nein.
"Jou are not in love vith him, Gilbert." He scolded himself.
Although, the slouched way he sat, how he didn't know what to do with his arms if there wasn't a bear snuggled in them, and those eyes...so...awesome.
"Shieße."
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The Dark And Hollow Pastas
FanfictionA Hetalia Zombie Apocolypse. Germany, Sweden, Finland, and Canada have barricaded themselves in the latter's hunting lodge. Where are the other countries and will they make it to the lodge? Only time will tell.
