Kitty29 here with a random story written a while back and randomly posted at 2 in the morning on a school night. Yeah, I dunno what I'm doing anymore. Anyway, I dunno I just thought I would post this story and see if anyone likes it, and if they do they I will post more. If not.
Then it will never see the light of the internet again....lolz
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Enjoy!
Canada wasn't sure how he had first met the German, nor about how they had acquired a relationship that was past acquaintances. All he knew was that he was seeing a lot more of the former nation. He would sometimes simply show up in his kitchen in the morning and have breakfast with him. Or they would see each other in the middle of the street and go for lunch. Or, on the rarest of occasions, he would find him sleeping in one of his guest rooms in the middle of the night half drunk. In the morning he would tell him that his younger brother had kicked him out of the house and that he needed a place to stay. But whatever the reason was, the Canadian was enjoying the time they spent together more and more.
Prussia couldn't remember how they had first met either. All he knew was that the Canadian was freakin' useful to have as a friend. He would cook for him, pay for him and hell even let him sleep in his house when he had nowhere to go. However the more and more he would use the blond nation the more he enjoyed his company. At times he would find himself walking in circles around random streets near the nations house so that he could 'accidentally' bump into him. Or set his alarm clock extra early so that he can sneak into his kitchen before he was awake (Which was no small fret, sometimes he would be awake as early as six in the morning). Slowly the Canadian seemed to enter his thoughts more and more.
But tonight either of them would be spending time with the other. Tonight Canada was going to spend the night at his twin brother's house. Although America had said they would just be watching some scary movies Canada knew that he brother would want him to stay the night when they were finished. He always did. So swinging his bag of clothes and other necessities over his shoulder, Matthew Williams began his journey to his brother's house.