Never Forgotten

Chapter Twenty Eight

So it's Hetalia Day!! I mean...you're probably getting this on Monday, but right now as I'm typing this its Hetalia Day.
How am I celebrating?
Well obviously I'm writing this fanfic but I'm also gonna make some vine edits later and maybe draw some fan art idk.

Canada's POV:

I woke up on the couch the next morning, the house trashed around me. Prussia was lying on the floor, drool making a river from his mouth to the carpet and the occasional snort coming from his nose.
I sat up, assessing the rest of the damage. Britain was under a blanket in the corner, complaining about his head, Switzerland was sleeping on the table with his gun cradled in his arms like a lover, Austria and Hungary were up making breakfast, apparently not hungover at all, and the rest were probably upstairs sleeping in one of many guest rooms that my brother had.
I returned my blurry vision to the sleeping Prussian below me to see him stirring. He was such a beautiful creature. How did I ever nab someone like him?
"Guten morgen, vögelchen!" He exclaimed. "I have jour glasses here!" He slid the spectacles out of his sweater. Or should I say my sweater. Gil had the habit of borrowing my clothes. He placed them in my hand and waited until I put them on before he stood.
"Now let's go get breakfast from zhe douche bag und zhe jerk nugget."
"Didn't you date both of them once?" I asked.
"Ja...but zhat vas centuries ago."
"I know. But you should be nice to them..."
"No vay!"
I sighed and took my idiot's hand, letting him pull me up.
Soon after, America woke up and lead everybody downstairs to eat.
The large kitchen table became chaos. Greece and Egypt were chatting about cats while Cyprus tried to calm Turkey's nerves over the whole thing, Germany and Italy were openly holding hands on the table and Japan was sneaking pictures of it while Hungary slid him money as subtly as she could, Austria was rolling his eyes at her but made no objections to the sale, Switzerland was still getting teased. Apparently he had an intense make out session with his weapon the night before.
Prussia dug right into the food but I only ate a little bit.
"C'mon, Birdie. Jou need to eat." He urged.
"I would...but my stomach's actin' up again."
"Still? Mattie, isht been zhree monzhs." Prussia took on an air of concern.
"It's worse today." I grimaced as another wave of nausea hit me. My vision started to dance and the noise from all over the table became an echo.
"Birdie?!" I heard Prussia call out. "Vögelchen?!"
"What's going on? Is he okay?" I heard another voice ask. I was falling. Arms caught me. Was I breathing? I felt like I wasn't breathing.
"I think I've seen this before." Somebody else said.
"Birdie! Don't leave me!" Was the last thing I heard before everything went blank.

Switzerland X Gun anybody?
So I know what's happening! But do you? *evil raccoon laughter*
Just remember, Mama Shick loves her baby Shicks. <3
Hopefully it will be alright.
Hopefully.

-shick