So Prussia and Canada are my OTP. Iv'e read like a billion fics about them, so I decided to write one of my own. Hope you like it ^.^

Listening to: Skyrim OST

Word Count: 1,005

Rating: K+

Canada sat at the edge of the mountain, his long legs swinging over the side. He hugged Kumajiro close to him as he admired the view.

For some reason it hadn't snowed this week as much as it usually did. Now there was only about 6 inches on the mountain, so it made for a pleasant change from the usual two to 4 feet he usually got.

Canada pulled his red hood up and leaned back into the cold earth. Seeing that the clouds looked fuzzy, he realized the low temperature had made his lenses fog up. Setting Kumajiro aside, he quickly grabbed them and wiped them off on the edge of his red hoodie. He perched them back on his nose, and gave a surprised yelp when he saw a certain albino peering over him.

"Chill Birdie! It's just the awesome me!" Prussia announced proudly.

The Canadian looked up, and saw that he had scrambled dangerously close to the edge. He scooted back to his original spot in the snow. He saw the other nation carrying two steaming coffee mugs. "Oh, h-hi Gilbirt. What are y-you doing here?"

Prussia plopped down next to him before replying. "Like, since I'm such an awesome boyfriend, I thought you would be cold or something, so I brought you hot chocolate." He offered him a cup, and Canada took it graciously. The cup warmed his fingers, and it was only now he realized how cold he really was.

Canada was thankful for his boyfriend's actions. He always acted so tough and arrogant towards the other nations, but he had a soft spot for the Canadian. Glancing sideways, he saw Prussia drinking his drink in large mouthfuls. He took a swig out of his own cup, and was delighted to find Gilbirt had added maple flavoring to it.

"You added m-maple flavoring to this?"

"Duh," the other stated "I know it's your favorite thing, like, ever. Besides me, of course. "

"Oh, Thanks." Mathew replied. He loved when he did little things like this. He found it both romantic and heartfelt.

Both nations finished their drinks in comfortable silence, setting their cups to the side when they were done.

A gust of wind blew, cutting sharply through his red sweatshirt. He hugged his knees to his chest and shivered. Prussia glanced over at him, tilting his head to the side.

"What's wrong Birdie?" he asked, scooting over so their shoulders brushed. Canada leaned his head against the albino, and closed his eyes briefly. Prussia leaned over, and planted a light kiss on the top of his head, showing genuine concern.

"N-nothing. Just a l-little cold, I should've worn another jacket."

Gilbirt leaned back and removed his top jacket. He draped it around him, and Canada comfortingly wrapped it around his arms. "Thanks."

"No problem." The other nation replied. Canada placed his head to its previous spot on Prussia's shoulder and sighed happily. Everything had been going right for him latey. Nations were starting to (somewhat) notice him, and America had surprisingly been kind to him. He thought it was because of that British man he always hung around with. (Canada had suspected it was something more than a close friendship, but he never pushed it, wanting to respect his brother's privacy) His relationship with Prussia was going amazing, and they hardly ever fought.

" Hey, Prussia?"

"Mmm. Yea Birdie?" He responded, stroking is fingers absentmindedly through Mathew's hair. He was careful to avoid his curl though, knowing he was sensitive towards it.

" Do you think we'll ever get married?" Canada surprised himself with the question, but decided to go along with it, wondering what Prussia would say.

Prussia seemed taken aback by the question, but he quickly composed himself. " If things keep going the way they are, then yes, I think we will. If I do propose, it'll be totally epic though. Not one of sappy ones where the ring is in the bottle of champagne or anything. Maybe I'll spell out Will you marry me Matthew with fireworks or something. That would be pretty awesome. " The Canadian couldn't help but laugh.

What? Do you not like my totally awesome idea?" Gilbert whined. Canada straightened out as he shook his head, and let the jacket slip down his shoulders. Prussia tackled Canada with mock anger and they both toppled into the show.

When they stopped, Prussia was leaning over on his elbows, and looking down at his boyfriend pinned below him. His glasses had fallen askew on his face, and Prussia quickly pushed them up to their normal position. Canada tried to squirm free, but the other nation had him caught in the snow. He opened his mouth to protest, but he was quickly silenced when he felt Gilbert's lips on top of his own. After a second, he relaxed and deepened the kiss by moving his mouth against the others.

They kissed for several more seconds, until Prussia pulled back, gasping for air. "Sorry," he apologized." You looked too cute." Mathew was still a bit dazed, but he shook his head. "It's o-ok."

Gilbert rose from his spot on top of him and extended his hand to him. "Come on, Birdie. Let's get warmed up." Canada gratefully to his hand, and hauled himself out of the snow. Prussia retrieved his jacket from where it had fallen, and Canada picked up the empty cups.

Prussia pecked him on the lips again as he wrapped his slender arm around him, holding them close. They started off on the long walk back to Canada's cabin, as the sun faded ehind the mountains. Gilbert broke the silence s they were passing btween two enormous pines.

"So, about that wedding proposal…"

Lsjdfbkjfblrhb This is definitely my favorite Fluff I've written. REVIEW PLEASE!