Keahi: Well, I hijacked this little challenge from a friend of mine on deviantArt (mine is Kaliona, if you're interested~.), and thought it would be a nice way to get me out of this writing rut. And of course, the internet could always use more PruCan~. 3

Honestly, I don't like this one that much. I'm trying so hard to get back into writing WELL, so... I hope this is a good start. Reviews are welcomed but not demanded. c:

"Gilbert," asked a rather confused Ludwig. "Why… are you so intent on going to Canada? W-Wherever that is…"

The elder of the brothers twitched, his silver eyebrows pulling down and his scowl deepening.

"Canada, West. You know. Above America. Top of the world. It's fuckin' cold."

"…You want to go there why?"

"Because!" Hissed Gilbert, and he bolted upwards from his brother's couch. The look on his face led Gilbert to believe this was very serious indeed. "I-It's Canada! Have you been to Canada, West? Everyone's fucking friendly and they speak… French!"

"…What does that have to do with—"

"I'm not done!" Gilbert moved on the couch to get closer to his brother, who was just standing next to it. "Yaks! They have yaks in Canada! And Mooses! And you know what, they've got dogs! That… that can take you places with sleds! Transportation Via Sled-Dogs, West, are you listening to me?! Do you like Milk? Of course you do – You can by frozen milk. In a bag. In Canada."

It had been a long time since Gilbert had looked so serious about something. His red eyes were dead-set and unmoving, and Ludwig knew that anything negative he had to say about the matter would be cut short with another barrage of his brother's screeching protests.

"…Right," He mused, more to himself than to his brother. "So… Why the sudden interest in… Canada?"

"Oh, for the love of—" Gilbert was off the cough now, and was pinching the bridge of his nose as if Ludwig was an idiot. He mumbled something almost like a prayer to 'old man Fritz,' then turned to his brother with another slight scowl.

"William Shatner," was all he said.

Ludwig's eyebrows furrowed down further. He was now completely lost. "…What?"

"William Shatner!" Gilbert repeated, throwing his arms up in the air for emphasis. "Do you know who William Shatner is?"

"…Isn't he that man who played Kirk on Star Trek?"

"Yes! Yes, he was Captain Kirk! He's an actor West! He's from Canada!"

Ludwig had nothing to say about that. So instead he turned away from his seemingly hysterical brother and walked into his kitchen. He was completely used to East spewing random nonsense, so the best thing to do was just smile and nod.

Lying on his countertop was Gilbert's phone – the one he was constantly taking pictures of himself of. As it started to vibrate and sing the words, "Canada, Oh Canada," Ludwig asked himself just how far his brother was going to take his obsession with the country. He picked it up, and looked at the caller ID.

It had a picture of himself with a blond boy who looked remotely like America. While Gilbert was smiling widely at the camera, the blonde was smiling at him almost shyly, a faint pink tint to his cheeks. It read 'calling: Canada.'

Ludwig walked back into the living room, making his way to his door, and tossed his brother's phone at him, who amazing caught it, with an almost confused look. "Canada's Calling," was all he said as he grabbed his keys and opened the door.