Here you are Sweet Jelly Hearts! A non-suicidal Canada who won't randomly kiss Prussia because he can. I hope you enjoy it, but I don't have a lot of experience writing these two together (well…I actually have never written either one before, but Canada shouldn't be too tough to piece together, although I haven't seen enough Prussia in the anime to have a good feel for him and fanfics are all I have, not that I don't trust 90% of them…). I plan on updating this once a month and in no particular order, so, yeah. This Was It.
This was it.
It was, really. The last quiet night before the world conference in Berlin. Tomorrow morning at 4:30 Canada had to be out the door and on an airplane ready to go. That was when he'd pass out and not wake up again until the airplane woman was handing him the aimless crap that was going to pass for his dinner. And after 15 minutes worth of neck rubbing, he'd finally eat the cold and hardened chicken by-product while drinking an unidentifiable yellow-tinted liquid he could only pray to the personification of heaven that it wasn't pee.
Canada sighed. After he got off the plane and the conference started he'd become nobody again. To tell the truth, he had skipped some of the meetings. Like the one in Moscow. After being sat on by Russia, the Canadian didn't think he could go and do it again. He didn't WANT to skip meetings, but nobody ever noticed when he was there, let alone when he wasn't.
'I should go to this one,' Canada had told himself. 'Because I've skipped the last three or four.'
So, because he was guilty about not going, Canada had forced himself to go. Maybe he could go and after the lunch break just not come back. He did do that sometimes, just go and explore some of the cities that interested him.
But maybe this time would be different. Maybe this time, he'd show up and someone would notice him. Perhaps they've noticed that he had failed to show up for the past few get-togethers. Probably not. Anyways, he had to get ready for a pain-in-the-ass travel. Because this would be the last calm night for a long time. Canada was sure of it.
Nu~. This took me forever to write. I got writers block in the middle of it, so I just decided to make this chapter shorter than I usually make them (I'm sorry, I've just never been able to write long chapters…). But I feel kinda like Canada right now, because I have to go to this meeting thing and I've accidently skipped the last, like, six. Fuuuuh. Reviews are always appreciated, especially if they have nothing to do with the fic…
