A/N: Hello! I've decided to write a series of Hetalia oneshots, but I'll need requests from you guys to give me ideas. So if there is a particular couple or just a particular type of fic including AU, and maybe crack, or if you want me to write a hetalia adaptation of a fairy tale or a song fic you can leave a request in the reviews section, or you can PM me! I don't mind either way and I'll do as many as I can. This first chapter is a prucan fic, that was requested a while ago. ^_^ Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own hetalia.

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Gilbert was horrified. He didn't know what to do, this situation was entirely too impossible to get out of. Deciding that the only thing he could do was to mentally prepare himself to sleep on the couch for the next four to six years, depending on how fair the judge happened to be feeling that day. Unfortunately, the judge also just so happened to be the victim in this situation, so thing were looking particularly bleak for the Albino nation.

The whisper quiet sound of footsteps sounded from the hall outside of the kitchen where Gilbert was standing, his heart was pounding, but of course, he wasn't scared. The Awesome representative of Prussia doesn't get scared, no, of course not, that'd be crazy!

"Gilbert?" the soft voice of his adorable birdie came from the doorway, to most people it would sound like he was whispering, but Gilbert knew him well enough to know that he was speaking at what was a normal level for him. Shouting was a feat that Matthew had yet to achieve, yet Gilbert wouldn't be surprised if today was the day that his Blonde better half would find his voice. Hey, desperate times do call for desperate measures don't they? Matthew moved across the kitchen towards gilbert, each move soft yet determined, and he came to a stop right in front of Gilbert, his big blue eyes that always looked like they were on the verge of filling with tears stared up at him.

Lifting his arms, Gibert softly wrapped them around the blonde angel, tucking the smaller boys head underneath his chin and inhaling the sweet scent of his freshly washed hair as Matthew nestled deeper into the embrace. Gilbert was trying to use his knowledge of the Canadian Nation to make his soften and melt like butter in his attempt to take shelter from the encroaching storm. Pausing in his morning cuddle, Matthew lifted his head and sniffed the air.

Gilbert froze in horror.

"Gil? Did you make pancakes?" He turned his head to look at the Prussian, surprised to see that his face was turning white and he was chewing roughly on the inside of his cheek.

"N-no." He stuttered. Stuttered! Matthew didn't think he had ever heard the self-proclaimed 'awesome' Prussia stutter before, this was completely out of character for the white haired Nation, and it only served to heighten his curiosity and rising suspicion. He decided that he wouldn't back down as he usually would, and instead keep pressing on for answers.

"Are you sure? It does smells like pancakes. Did you burn them or something? I won't be mad if you did don't worry."

"Ha, like the awesome me could ever burn would be so un-awesome of me" While the words were definitely something that Gilbert would say, they were said in a shaky nervous way. Matthew kept pushing. He opened his mouth and said in his usual half whisper,

"Then what is it Gil? Clearly something is bothering you; please tell me what it is." Tightening his arms around Gilbert he stared up at him, making his face as vulnerable looking as he could, with one strand of his blonde hair resting in between his wide aquamarine eyes. He knew that Gil was a sucker for this look and while he may look sweet, he wasn't above using blackmail to get what he wants. Gilbert knew exactly what he was trying to do, and he was sad to say it was working far too well for him, geez, Matthew could be such a deceptively conniving little bitch when he wanted to be. He was smart, and though he was sweet and shy, he was comfortable enough around Gilbert to know how to play him.

When he didn't respond, Matthew decided to turn it up and he withdrew his arms from around Gil's waist and instead slid them around himself, turning his head down and hiding his eyes behind his thick lashes, he let one single fake tear delicately hang from his eye, and he made his voice so soft, it was almost inaudible, "Don't you trust me Gilbert?"

Looking both torn and desperate, Gilbert glanced around seemingly for an exit. When none were forthcoming, he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "Of course I trust you I just-" He cut himself off and ran another hand through his hair with even more visible nervousness and frustration. "Okay, okay I'll show you, but Birdie… please don't be mad."

"You'll show me? What do you have to show me?" Now that he was getting what he wanted he dropped the act and went back to staring up at the Prussian man, his eyebrows scrunched cutely in confusion.

Gilbert softly took his hand, and led him towards the pantry door, gesturing to the fridge as he passed it. "I did make some pancakes, they're in there. But that's not the, um, issue" They reached the pantry and reaching out; Gilbert grasped the doorknob lightly, as though he thought that the door may self-destruct if he was too rough with it. He steeled himself, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart and flip-flopping stomach. Very slowly he opened the door inwards, the cute Canadian behind him was getting kind of worried now, what could have possibly have made the usually brash and extroverted Albino act so… for a lack of a better word, submissively; it was so unusual that he found himself hoping that Gilbert didn't murder Roderich and hide the body in the pantry. No, that probably wouldn't happen; Gilbert was always telling him that if he murdered someone, the perfect place to hide the body would be a cemetery. Matthew wasn't really sure why he kept on telling him that.

After what must have been at least a minute of hesitating, Gil finally managed to completely open the door and pulled the string to turn on the dim light they kept in there. At first, the Canadian couldn't see anything and when he did, he couldn't believe what he saw. It was worse than finding a dead Austria, with his blood spilling everywhere. This was more horrifying than those saw movies Alfred had tried to make his watch, then made Matthew turn them off as he was too scared. No, this was a thousand times worse than either of those things; the blonde suddenly severely doubted that he would be able to keep his promise not to get angry.

Seeping slowly across the dull grey pantry floor was Matthews own personal ambrosia. The Maple syrup was still a gorgeous golden brown colour, but littered throughout it was the broken shards of glass from the shattered leaf bottles that had once stored the sweet liquid. Somehow Gilbert had managed to knock all ten of the bottles down from the high shelf where Matthew kept them safely stored. How didn't matter right now to Matthew, only that the tragedy before him was real and that it was the fault of a certain Prussian nation.

After staring at the heart wrenching sight for at least another five minutes and trying to wrap his mind around it, he felt himself begin to go through the five stages of grief:

Denial

The syrup can't be gone. This isn't possible, this isn't real

Anger

Why the hell would Gilbert do this? I'll kill him! I'LL KILL HIM"

Bargain- wait, Matthew didn't think he was quite done with anger yet. He slowly turned to face the albino, who, if it were possible, had gone even paler.

"Gilbert…" He said is as dangerous of a tone as his naturally gentle voice would allow, "What did you do?" before he gave the panicking nation time to respond, he stormed out of the room, his stomping footsteps would have been regular footfalls if it were anyone but him. He couldn't physically harm Gilbert, even if he was furious, he wasn't capable of being that cold, but he would definitely have his revenge.

He hoped that Gilbert was fluffing up the couch cushions; it was going to be a long time before he saw his bed again.

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A/N: I was getting super tired when I was writing that last part for some reason, so I apologise if there are lots of spelling and grammar issues. Actually when I wrote that last sentence I had to rewrite issues almost four times, just to get it right… So I hope you enjoyed and leave a review or request if you liked it! No flames please! I'm looking forward to seeing what you guys request. Thanks! ^J^ Hey, what's Russia doing there? Get out of here Russia this isn't your chapter. See you hopefully soon!