I Don't Believe It's There: PruCan

Frozen

Matthew's (Canada's) POV

I saw everything, the Doberman galloping across the street, the truck nailing him the side, Gilbert running after. The dogs who I were holding were barking and pulling on the leash. I let them go, not having a reason to keep them from rushing to their comrade. They joined their master, whimpering and nudging their friend.

I walked up and put a hand on Gilberts shoulder, who was gripping his hair tightly. "Is he...?" I trailed off. Gilbert exhaled shakily and released his hair. He lowered his head onto the dogs chest, listening for a beat. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand.

"Matthew! He's still alive!"

I glanced at the Doberman, it was almost unnoticeable, but there was a steady rise and fall of his chest. "We gotta stop the bleeding!" I exclaimed.

Immediately, Gilbert pulled out a pocket knife and cut his jeans, ripping off a large piece and bounding it tightly around Berlitz's head. He must've been unconscious from the hit. Gilbert then swung his arms under the dog and lifted his limp body. "We gotta take him home," Gilbert said grimly. I nodded and we walked toward his house, the two other canines following protectively behind.

*quick note* This whole story takes place in the mid 1900s so no vets or phones really. Should've mentioned that earlier. That's why Prussia's country still exists.

It was dark when we came back to Gilberts house. Germany hasn't come back home yet. By then, Berlitz woke up. We found out he had a fractured rib, Prussia being experienced at diagnosing and fixing such thing, whether it was on humans or canines. Wartime effects a nation in good and bad ways.

After we were done caring for Berlitz, Gilbert flopped on the couch and sighed in relief, "Thank God he didn't have anything fatal."

The three dogs were all in one corner, sleeping peacefully and cuddling happily. I scooted closer to Gilbert and rested my head on his chest, trying to comfort the silver haired man. "I'm glad he's okay." I snuggled in happily when he wrapped a strong arm around me. For the first time since the accident, I saw a smile tug his lips.

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I fluttered my eyes open, realizing I had fallen asleep on Gilbert. I removed the blanket, resistantly pried his arms off of me and moved away from his heat. I rubbed my arms from the stabs of  chilliness that invaded my warmth. I wiggled my toes, realizing the numbing cold that had imbedded within. Judging by the light that dappled through the trees and window, it was morning.

I looked at Gilbert who was sleeping on his side, a single stream of drool trailing down the corner of his mouth, multiple strands of silver hair sticking out in random directions, still wearing his ripped jeans and shirt slightly up, revealing his faulted back. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I needed to get home before Kumajiro got worried. I went face to face with the Prussian and shook his shoulder gently. "Hey Gil," I whispered softly, "I'm gonna go home."

He grunted and mumbled, "Hunh?"

"I'm going home." I repeated.

He smiled, eyes still closed. "Mmkay Matt. Bye." He gave me a sloppy noogie and snuggled back in the blankets.

I planted a kiss on his forehead and whispered, "Bye." Putting on my trenchcoat, I left a smiling Gilbert on the couch and stepped out into the snow covered world.

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"Duuude, it's not even winter and there's already snow here!" My brother chirped happily, "I fricken love it!"

I chuckled, "We have it all the time where I live, so it's nothing really special."

America had invited me over, a brotherly visit we have once in a while, just to keep each other in check. We were sipping coffee, right beside his window so that we could see the wonderful blanket of snow that carpeted the land in front of us.

"We should build a snowman!" He suggested cheerfully, "For old times sake!"

I sighed, hugging the coffee to my body. "Alfred. We're adult men. Well I'm an adult. You've still got brain development to go."

America groaned, "Awww c'mon Mattie. Where's your fun side?"

"And where's your mature side?"

"Okay, now you're just being snobby, like France!"

I rolled my eyes, set my empty coffee cup on the glass coffee table in front of us, and adjusted my grip on Kumajiro. "Either way, I'm not going out there."

America pouted, but it ceases when a spark of mischief gleamed in his eyes. Without consultation, he grabbed my arm, "Well too bad! You're coming with me."

I wined, kicked, and complained, but I was helplessly dragged outside. He then threw himself in the snow, me and Kuma dragged after him. Kuma jumped out of my arms to leap around in the snow, and I just laid there with America rolling around the snow next to me, ruining the perfect sheet of snow that had covered his lawn.

In the middle of my sigh, a snowball had impacted my face. I turned slowly to glare at America, who turned his head, suspiciously whistling. I brushed the snow off my face and sloppily wiped my glasses. Quickly, I grabbed a chunk of snow not bothering to ball it up and flung it to his shoulder. "You forget that I literally live in the snow!"

It was on. Me and America were throwing snowballs like there was no tomorrow. I didn't care if the fur on the outside of my jacket became matted with snow, I threw those snowballs like it was war. Swiftly ducking behind a bush, I protected myself from further impact. I rounded up a couple snowballs and America tried closing in, using the bush to his own advantage. He was about to chuck a snowball until I jumped up from behind the plant and squashed one on his head. He shoved one in my face, a little snow getting into my mouth. We both ended up laughing and collapsing onto the soft snow.

I suddenly had flashbacks to when we were kids, both of us laughing playfully and gallivanting through the snow. Yeah, just like old times.

America noticed my sudden silence. "Hey, why'd you quiet down?"

"I miss when we were kids," I sat up and exhaled, still catching my breath. "Things were simpler back then."

He nodded his cobalt eyes shining with nostalgia, "Let's build a snowman then!"

I smiled and grabbed a snowball, "Ready when you are."

America grinned back and quickly balled up a small amount of snow and began rolling it across the field.

Yaass, I LOVE brotherly love, so there's gonna be a lot of that in this fic, if you haven't noticed already. I live for bromances. Anyways, I thought'd been a while since I had some real communication between each other. I swear, some of the brothers in Hetalia need a bro episode if they haven't already. Like Italy and Romano. God, they need it so bad. Anyways, I'll stop ranting and just end it here.

Let the winds take you where you belong.