Never Forgotten

Chapter fifteen

Prussia's POV:

After Birdie kicked me out of bed and Alfred off the couch he made us a large breakfast of pancakes and good ol' Canadian bacon.
It was better than usual, but I doubted Al noticed. He was eating way too fast.
After breakfast we all got tidied up, America and Canada somehow able to share the bathroom. I was told to use the one in the basement. It was understandable, these two probably shared baths when they were babies and had no sense of boundaries when it came to the other.
And then there was that whole...ordeal...I couldn't let escape from my mind.
"Prussia? You almost done in there b'y?" Mattie knocked on the door of the bathroom softly.
"Almost. Vhy?"
"We're already late. It's totally my fault. Moisturizing took longer than expected."
"Schieße! Mattie how could jou let us be late?!"
"I'm sorry Eh!!" Mattie apologized again as I exited the bathroom only wearing a towel.
I expected his face to turn red or for him to look away. But he just subtly enjoyed my features like the little sex crazed perve he secretly was. I was actually the one who blushed first.
"I don't know what you had to gain by coming out here with your pants off but I want you dressed and ready in five." He stated, strutting up the stairs like some sort of drill sergeant.
I quickly got dressed and said screw it to my hair. Even if I didn't use any hair product, my hair couldn't possibly be as bad as Britain's. (Side note: remember when sherlock said using product in your hair was something gay men did??)
Me and Canada climbed into his truck and Alfred got in the custom car he had modelled after the delorion from back to the future. He followed right on our tail which I found annoying but Mattie didn't seem to mind.
I guess he likes having people on his tail. I snickered causing a confused glance from my blonde friend.
"Do you mind if I turn on some music?" He asked.
"Isht jour car." I shrugged.
Mattie's hands found the radio dial where his eyes did not and he pressed on it, allowing it to spew out what sounded like an old country song.

"And you built this house of plywood
With a boot heel and a pen
A line of ink that stretches 'cross the country and back again
Through the saw dust and the spotlight
Your words still linger o-o-on
Last night I dreamt that Canada
Was a song by Stompin' Tom"
His quiet voice bounced over the words absently as his focus was mainly concentrated on driving.
"Hey, Gil?" He asked.
"Ja?"
"Do you-" he paused before shaking his head. "Never mind."
"Vhat? Do I vhat?" I insisted, watching as he checked his mirrors.
"I said never mind. Just drop it!" He hissed, startling me.
"Fine, fine:" I groaned, leaning back in the passenger seat.
The rest of the ride was spent with only Canada's weird old timey music playing. There was no other sound.

West cornered me in the meeting room the moment I entered. I tried to hug him but he stiffened. And not in the way penis-owners usually do when they see me.
"Bruder! Jou haven't called me in veeks! Do jou have any idea how vorried I vas?"
"I'm sorry vest! I vas just having so much fun vith birdie zhat I totally forgot about jou!" I admitted.
"Birdie?"
"Ja. Canada. Zhat's who I'm staying vith!"
"Canada...I don't know him zhat vell. Vould it be a problem if I came over to make sure he's treating jou right?"
"Probably not. I'll ask him und let jou know after zhe meeting!" I answered cheerfully. My brother nodded and
went to sit next to Italy. The small brunette was making flower crowns with Hungary. Romano was grouchily wearing one that Spain had gifted upon him, probably as an apology for whatever they were fighting over during the last meeting.
I turned my attention from Romano back to my younger sibling. Italy dropped a flower crown onto his head. The blonde smiled but only subtly. I could tell he was in love, everybody could. And it made me happy to see that.
"Hey Mattie?" I asked, dropping into the chair beside my new friend. "Bruder vants to come over...tonight preferably."
"Sure. G'head b'y." He nodded.
"Really? Do jou vant me to cook?"
"Non. I'll cook." Mattie clutched Kumajirou, patting his head lightly.
"Yay! Poutine again!"
"Sure. If you want..." Mattie shrugged.
I squealed in delight. "Ve could invite Francis and Antonio too!"
"Um no. Let's not wreak havoc." Mattie rolled his eyes.
"Awwww. At least let me invite zhem later tonight<3!" I begged.
Mattie sighed. "Tomorrow night."
"Danke birdie!" I hugged him, emitting a tiny squeal from the younger country.
"Alright losers listen up! It's time to plan for my annual forth of July party!" America shouted, initiating the meeting with flair.
Today was gonna be a looooong day.

Hey hey it's me again bitches.
The thing about America's delorian is for TheSeerOfDoom
I told you I'd include it!!
The song attached is "house of plywood" by JP Cormier. It's a Canadian tune just like the one attached before and it's a tribute to Stompin' Tom Connors of PEI. If you didn't know he's a Canadian icon who wrote the Hockey Song and The Sasquatch song and Bud The Spud. Classics man. Classics.
So that's all I have to say. I'm writing this chappie on Tuesday afternoon but you won't get it until Thursday probably because I usually can't my iPod online on Wednesday's. Look at me rambling on like a hozer. Bye.
-Shick

Update: you'll be getting this on Wednesday, never mind. It seems that my mentor couldn't take me so hi!