The Deal: Chapter One
Canada's downfall began that one day. That one fateful day when he noticed Prussia talking to Sealand after a world meeting.
That in itself was nothing unusual. Prussia adored cute things (as much as he was loath to admit) and Sealand was, despite his faults, quite cute. The fact that someone actually recognized the young boy was not the problem. No, the problem was that glint in Gilbert's eyes as he looked down at the micro-nation. Canada knew that look, having seen it on France many times, and knew that it should never be directed onto one as vulnerable and defenceless as Sealand.
He didn't know why Prussia had taken a sudden interest in invading Sealand, other than his cuteness. He only knew that he had to get involved.
Peter walked away, and Canada took his chance. "What were you doing, eh?" he asked, striding up to the taller one.
Gilbert just turned to blink at him in a mock-innocent way. "Talking to Sealand. He's really cute, isn't he?"
Matthew frowned a little. "I guess," he said.
"You're really lucky to be related to him, Matthew." The albino sighed and draped an arm around Matthew's shoulders, ignorant to the way he tensed at the contact. "All I have is Ludwig, and he's not cute at all."
Canada shrugged out of his embrace, flushing a rather fetching shade of pink. "Yes, well," he said awkwardly. "I'll see you later, Prussia."
He walked away from the ex-nation with an unsettled feeling.
Both Prussia and Sealand attended the next meeting.
Canada wasn't one to discriminate, but if he had to be honest with himself, he wasn't sure why Prussia and Sealand were even allowed into the meetings. One was a dissolved nation that should have died decades ago while the other was a joke of a country dreamed up by some megalomaniac human crackpot. Though, he did enjoy Gilbert's presence . . . unlike the others, he actually noticed him and talked to him, and there was just something about the man . . .
Matthew shook these thoughts out of his mind as he left the meeting room. He could never be with Gilbert; what did he have to offer him, anyway?
Rounding a corner, Canada stopped in his tracks when he spotted Prussia and Sealand standing together in the otherwise-deserted hallway, talking to each other like they had been before. This time, however, the ex-nation was looming over Sealand with a predatory look in his red eyes. He seemed to be gesturing towards the hall closet (yes, THAT closet, where nations got their freak on) while Peter just looked up at him, naive confusion and trust written on his youthful face.
It all clicked into place for Canada. With a jolt he realized what he had to do. Prussia led the young boy towards the closet, and Matthew charged down the hall. He tackled the albino before he could register what was happening, and craned his neck to throw the startled Peter a desperate look.
"Peter," he said, struggling to hold the protesting Prussian down. "Papa England says he's considering making you a real nation, but only if you hurry back to the meeting room!" Peter's bewildered expression quickly turned ecstatic, and his blue eyes sparkled as Canada put Prussia in a headlock. "Now RUN!"
Sealand did as he was told, and Matthew released the albino. He leapt up to face him with a glare.
"What the hell was that all about?" he said, rubbing his neck from where Canada had held him in a death-grip.
"I was protecting an innocent kid!" Canada replied, crossing his arms. And probably preventing WWIII in the process, he thought.
Prussia shook his head. "Whatever, man. It's not like I was gonna hurt him."
"Gilbert, he's twelve years old!" Matthew threw his arms in the air exasperatedly. "That's pedophilia!"
"I'm not a pedophile! It's called shotacon. Ask Japan!"
Canada rolled his eyes, leaning against the corridor wall and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe this."
Prussia's demeanour seemed to change. He shifted closer to the North American, that same predatory glint resurfacing in his eyes. "Is it that you would like me to take you in the closet instead?"
Canada's eyes flew wide open and he backed away, feeling the heat rising to his face. "N-no," he squeaked. He put a hand onto Prussia's chest to stop him from advancing further – as much as he wanted to. "I just want you to leave little Peter unviolated!"
Prussia's eyes rolled spacewards thoughtfully. He tapped a finger to his chin. "Well . . . I might. Let's have a deal."
Feeling his blush dissipate, Matthew raised an eyebrow. "What kind of deal?"
"How about this," Prussia stated. He leaned a little closer, licking his lips, and Matthew could practically hear the gears turning in his head. "You do me a favour, and I'll leave your little brother alone. For good."
Canada smoothed back his hair. "I don't know about this . . . " As much as the northern nation was a peacekeeper, he didn't want to throw himself into potentially dangerous situations anymore than was necessary. And knowing Prussia, this 'favour' probably wasn't going to be a cakewalk.
"C'mon," Gilbert said, throwing an arm around his shoulders again, just as he did before. "You can come to my – uh, Ludwig's – house first thing tomorrow, and we'll talk about it then. There's always time to back out - "
"And let Peter be molested?" Canada snapped, frowning at him.
"Hey, I'm trying to be nice here! So are you in, or not?"
Canada bit his lip. Well, he didn't have much of a choice. It was either agree to Gilbert's little plan – whatever it was – or watch Sealand get invaded and England declare war as a result. With a sigh, he nodded. Prussia grinned.
"Awesome, Matt!" He gave him a little squeeze. Poor Matthew had no clue what ideas were forming in his head. "Can't wait to work with you!"
He walked away, leaving the wary nation behind, next to the closet. He would have a lot of fun with Canada – possibly even more fun than he would with Sealand. Canada was going down indeed. With lace and ruffles. He smiled to himself, making a mental note to get that French maid costume ironed . . .
A/N: Yep, another PruCan story. Alls I can say Canada needs to be in a dress more often. And . . . I hope you like? 8D Review, maybe?