Hey guys! :D I'm back! So this originally started as a one shot, but you know what? I'm making this into a full blown story! Yay! hpawsome is one lucky ducky :3

"West, why the hell are you going to Canada of all places?" Prussia complained unhappily, crossing his arms and frowning at his brother. "You're not even taking the awesome me with you!"

Germany sighed, closing his suitcase and glancing at his brother. "I am going to Canada to see if I can't improve trade relations, East. I'm not taking you because I don't want you messing something up that could help my country."

"I'm too awesome to ruin anything!" Prussia cried in indignantly. "Take me with you! It's booooring here!"

"No, I'm not taking you with me." Germany glanced at his watch and grabbed the handle of his suitcase, lifting it easily. "I should be back in a week or so. And brother?"

"What?"

"If you drink any of my beer, I'll kill you personally."

~o0o~

"Ok. Ok. Everything's alright. Germany isn't even going to be here for a few more hours." Canada muttered to himself, obsessively cleaning his house. He had to have it presentable for his guest! He couldn't believe that Germany of all people was coming to visit! Granted it was purely for trade relations but still! Someone was actually coming to see him! "I have to apologize about the wars…" He muttered. "I hope there's no hard feelings."

"Food?"

"Argh, there's no time Kuma!"

"Food!"

"Ouch! Don't bite me! What have I told you about that?!"

~o0o~

Germany sat and stared absently out the window of his plane, waiting for touchdown. He was glad of the respite from constantly checking his phone. He had a personal rule that he wouldn't use his cell while on a plain. He figured it was a good policy. It gave him a hard won break. He stood with everyone after they were notified that they could. Right. Now to get this over with. He followed the crowd out of the plain and into the airport, first grabbing his suitcase from the belt before checking his phone. There was a small message from Canada.

'I'll be outside of gate 8.' It read. 'Like, outside outside. See you there.'

Germany sighed softly and put his phone away, looking around until he located gate 8. He spotted the Canadian almost as soon as he exited the building and strode purposefully to him.

"O-oh! Good, I didn't have to find you." Canada smiled sweetly at him. "Most people seem to find it hard to find me."

Germany gave him an odd look. How could someone miss the blond? He wasn't exactly short, granted there was something about him that made him seem smaller. Confidence, perhaps? Or rather, lack thereof.

"Thank you for putting up with me, Canada." Germany held out his hand and Canada shook it eagerly.

"Not a problem, Germany!"

Germany noticed that Canada had his hand bandaged, but didn't ask. He figured that there was a reason for it being there, and he wasn't going to pry.

Canada opened the passenger's door for Germany after grabbing his suitcase to put in the trunk. "Are you hungry, Germany?" He asked sweetly, moving around and putting the suitcase in the trunk and taking his own seat on the driver's side.

"Yes, Canada."

The other blond nodded. "Alright. We'll stop and get some food on the way, then. Anything you'd like particularly?" He asked sweetly, starting the car and pulling out of the airport.

"Nein. Anything is fine." Germany looked out the window at the passing scenery. It had been a while since he had been in Canada, and only then it was for world meetings. Meaning, he didn't get to really enjoy himself and the area.

"Hmm…..anything…." Canada mumbled softly to himself. "How does some poutine sound?" He perked up and looked at Germany excitedly only to see a very confused expression. "Oh...right. It's fries and brown gravy and cheese melted on top….actually, that's probably not the best meal to have after a plane ride….." He worried his lip, focusing on the road. "Um…...maybe just a salad or something? Something light….Alfred is always-"

Germany zoned out slightly as the Canadian male rambled on and on. He didn't know that he, who was always so quiet during the meetings, could talk so much. He let him go on for a while before clearing his throat and making the Canadian choke off his sentence.

"Um….Canada, you're rambling…." He said as politely as he could.

Canada blushed a bright scarlet and nibbled at his lip again. "I-I'm sorry. P-please forgive me."

"It's alright." He was quick to reassure him, not wanting to make his host feel bad.

"R-right. Um….have you ever had pancakes?" He ventured.

"Pancakes?"

Canada gasped at the blasphemous thought of someone not knowing what pancakes were. He would change that! "There's no way you don't know what pancakes are! They're so fluffy and sweet and good! And we're going to need lots and lots of good old Canadian Maple syrup. The real stuff not-"

Germany blinked at the animation in the Canadian's voice as he started rambling off again. Thinking about it, he could definitely see the likeness between the North American brothers. Except Canada still wasn't half the idiot that America was.

This time Canada's ramble was not cut short by Germany but instead by his own cell phone. "A-ah, excuse me." He said and dug the offending technology, pressing answer and lifting it to his ear. "Matthew Williams speaking. Mmhmm. Mmhmm….." He sighed. "I'm a little-... Can it- …..No really I-..." He sighed again. "I can't just-... No it's not that I don't-... Will you stop-!... Ok, ok! I'll come. But I'm bringing him with me! He might be able to help. Mmhmm. Mmhmm. Yup. I'm about….10 minutes from there. Mmhmm. Alright. Don't touch anything until I get there. And call Al." He hung up and sighed for the third time. "Well…..looks like pancakes are on pause for now….sorry, eh…."

So there we go! A little teaser ending, no? :3 Till next time!