Never Forgotten

Chapter Twenty Five

Does anybody want me to post an excerpt from my novel next chapter?

Canada's POV:

When I got up the next morning, Romano was gone. He had disappeared sometime during the night while I was in too much of a deep sleep to notice. Kumajirou was at the end of my bed, curled up in a tiny white ball.
"Hey Kuma? Did you see where Romano went?"
"Which one is he?" The bear asked.
"The Italian who yelled a lot." I replied.
"I dunno. Nobody got up last night." Kuma shrugged and went back to sleep.
If nobody got up last night...that meant...
I felt a warm tear trail down my cheek.
"Romano." I whispered, my voice strained.
"Hey, jou two, I made breakfast." Prussia shouted through the door.
Two.
This only made me cry harder.
"Birdie? Are jou crying in zhere?" His German accent asked.
I didn't answer. I only tried to mask my pain. "I'll be right out." I croaked.
"Vait...Mattie..."
"Just go wait for me in the kitchen. Please." I shouted, struggling to keep my voice steady.
"Birdie, if Romano made jou cry..."
"He didn't. Go away."
"I'm coming in."
"God damn it Prussia."
The door opened and the albino walked in with a murder face on.
"Vhere is he?"
"He's dead." I declared in a whimper.
"Vait...vhat?"
"We have to tell the others. He died. His brother ate up what was left of his life force."
Prussia's murder face disappeared and softened. He headed toward the bed where he hugged me to the point that I couldn't breathe. He smelled like beer and axe body spray. (I had to shhh)
"I know he vas jour friend. I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice taking on a low, and actually pretty sexy, tone.
"We weren't that close."
"Jou fucked him like eight times." The albino's hand stroked the back of my head carefully. "Und jou've never slept in somebody else's arms. Have jou?"
"Not since papa. But that was different."
"See. Jou und him..." He paused and I swore I could hear hurt in his voice. "Vere close."
"He actually bothered to remember me." I wept, the pain taking me over. "Nobody ever does that unless they need something."
The German man coughed lightly before tightening his grip on me. "Shhh. Isht okay."
"We have to tell the others. Call a meeting." I decided.
"Not until jou're better."
"I'm not sick..."
"Nein. But jour crying. Und zhat's basically zhe same zhing." He pushed me an arms length away from him and looked into my violet eyes. I stared back at his, the colour of the political party that now had control over me.
"Come on, let's get some breakfast in jou." He started to pull me out of bed but I stopped him. "Gil...I'm naked."
His face turned the same bright red as everything I stood for. He headed toward my dresser and plucked out some jeans and a pair of boxers speckled with pictures of beavers. He threw them at me and waited until I put them on under the blankets. Then he scooped me up in his arms and carried me bridal style into the kitchen.
He set down a plate of wurst before sitting down in front of me.
I ate slowly, not really feeling hungry but at the same time feeling empty. Prussia watched me in concern.
"What?" I asked when I finally finished my meal.
"Nozhing...I just..." He seemed pretty down. It was probably because of Roma. "Do jou vant me to call a meeting now?"
"Uh...yeah." I nodded.
Prussia got out his phone and started typing away madly, sending an emergency email to the other countries.
When he finished, he looked back up at me.
"Do jou vant to vatch a movie?" He asked.
"Uhh..."
"Or ve could go for a valk...or play cards or..."
"Yeah. A movie sounds nice." I whispered.
"Great! Vhat vere jou zhinking? Horror? Romance? Action?"
"I was actually wanting to watch some stand up comedy..." I looked down at my feet.
"Sure! Canadian comedy isht awesome!" His face lit up and he stood from the table. "Let's go!"
I got up slowly and made my way to the living room, him following like a puppy ready for a treat. I actually managed to crack a bit of a smile.
Gilbert dug out (or should I say oot) my dvd collection and found one filled with one of the past Just For Laughs festivals.
I curled up in a ball as Russell Peters walked out on stage. Oh god I really hoped Gil didn't get offended.
"Nein. Birdie, come over here." The Silverette patted the space right beside him. I sighed and made my way over.
He put his arm around me and stroked my back. "Loosing people isht hard. But it vill be okay if jou live on in zheir honour." He comforted.
"This is worse than when Stompin' Tom died." I whimpered.
"I know." He soothed.
The two of us proceeded to watch the show in silence, merely enjoying each other's company and the sound of Canadian comedians. When that little green mascot who nobody seems to know the name of appeared, crying because "Mommy! It's over!" the two of us had fallen fast asleep.

If anybody knows the name of the Just For Laughs mascot please let me know. Does he even have a name? What the hell is he? What would his comedy routine have been aboot had he gotten on stage in time? WHO ARE YOU LITTLE GREEN THING?????

-Shick