Prucan OneShots (Requests are open)

All Saints Day

In a dark abbandoned church four men sat together beside each other when.

The East German and the Canadian sat closely beside each other on an old wooden peu bench in a fluffy dark red blanket.

The West German and North Italian sat beside them on another peu bench with a light green fluffy blanket.

The East German looked up and saw the sunset come through broken colored glass. The floor shimmered in multiple colors. It reached the groups feet showing not even five feet kn front of them a group of candles and some potatoes with lily flowers behind the candles.

The blonde haired male sighed as he shifted slightly to pull the matches off of one of his side pockets from his multiple pocket pants.

He handed Gilbert a match, and lit one on the box ligtening the other match.

The two lit the four candles. The personification of the East lightening two candles as the persomofication of the West lit the other two.

The foyr stayed silent until the sun disappeared from the glass the only thing lightening the room were candles until they North Italian was given the signal from his lover to put the candles out.

Then the four got up steaching from sitting for so long. Then left with the partner they sat with.

The Prussian and Canadian sat in their badass looking black car.
The Prussian started the car taking his lovers hands and blowing on them knowing that the Camadian could handle the cold but still didn't want the other male to be cold. He couldn't help but smirk when he saw the blonde blush at the gesture.

"Thanks." The Canadian said "For letting Italy and I go with you and your brother. I know its a personal thing for you guys and its really cool that you let us join."

"I'm glad you guys wanted to come." The Prussian said with a smirk pulling away from the church left in the countryside.

"It's a little boring but it helps us to remember the ones we love to give them some honor. Like the victims.." He trailed off his eyes ghosting over for a spilt second.

The blonde knew that the Prussian was thinking about the recent shooting in America. How the hatered reminded him of what happened in the past.

Matthew grabbed the hand of the Prussian that was by the gear shifter. He could say nothing to make it better and he knew that. Who could? All he could do was squeeze his red eyed lovers hand letting him know he was there as the two drove to the heart of the two countries. Ackowledge the spirits around them.