A/N: Hello, so I decided (since I really like writing this couple) to write a one-shot sequel to "No Accounting for Taste" and "And It's Supposed to be the Day of Love". For those who haven't read that story or the others in this universe, this is a gen!flip with gen!flipped characters including: Prussia, America, Canada, and the Italies. Pairings in this story will include: fem!Prussia/fem!Canada and hints of fem!USxUK, Germanyxfem!Italy, and Spainxfem!Romano.

Awesome Night

Mattea had hoped that she'd be able to convince her sister that this wasn't a big deal if she was sneaky enough. Which was why she'd waited until Arthur was at their house, attempting to help Ally at least pass her next math test. It was also why she'd yelled it over her shoulder while walking out of the door, "See you later, Ally. I'm just going out to the movies with a friend."

She was pretty sure she'd never seen her sister move that fast before. One minute she was chewing on the end of her pencil, staring at Arthur—and probably not listening to a word he said—as he explained how to solve one of the problems on her sheet. The next she was standing beside the door and glaring at her sister with a definite 'and where do you think you're going, young lady?' look on her face.

"What friend?"

Mattea sighed. Darn it. She'd been hoping that it wouldn't come to this. Maybe if she acted relaxed about it. "Gillian. You know, Ludwig's older sister."

Ally scowled, her expression clearly disapproving. "I thought I told you that I didn't like you hanging around her so much? She's a troublemaker and a bad influence on you. And as your heroic older sister, I won't allow my little Mattie to be tainted!"

Why did Ally only pay attention to her when she didn't want attention? "Ally, you don't even know her."

"I know enough!" And here she scowled again, glancing back to Arthur as if for back-up. He just pretended to have not seen the look. "She's always in detention. She got me into trouble! And she tried to molest you in a closet!"

First off, Ally had gotten herself into trouble that day because she had no concept of keeping her nose out of other people's business. Secondly, Gill had definitely not tried to molest her in a closet. They hadn't even done anything besides hide in a closet and listen to Ally yell at them, saying that Gill had better not be stealing her little sister's innocence.

To be entirely honest, Mattea was still a little disappointed that nothing else had happened. After all, she hadn't even had her first kiss yet. And, well…making out in a closet in the middle of a school dance definitely appealed to her highly-repressed rebellious side.

And how dare her sister try to tell her who she couldn't date, anyway! This coming from someone who couldn't even get herself a boyfriend, even though it was obvious to everyone in the entire school that she and Arthur were head over heels for each other.

Honestly, Ally shouldn't be concerning herself with anybody else's love life when she was so oblivious to her own feelings.

"Besides, she's a creepy, mind-controlling albino!"

Arthur finally broke in at this, sighing as he glanced up from the problems he'd been attempting to teach Ally how to solve. "Al, Gill is not creepy and mind-controlling. She's actually a pretty decent girl if you can ignore the fact that she's egotistical and destructive and nicked my cricket bat in fifth grade because she thought it was funny looking."

Ally looked shocked that he wouldn't immediately back her up. "Artie! You can't tell me that you think Mattie should be hanging out with her! "

He just shrugged. "I'm sure Mattea's smart enough to choose her own friends." He flashed her a slight smile that she immediately answered with one of her own. Sometimes she really wanted to just smack Ally and tell her to get her act together before somebody else managed to nab this guy. She definitely knew of quite a few other girls (and a few boys) who would be interested…

"Don't worry, Ally. We're just going out to a movie and then maybe get a quick bite afterwards at the food court."

Ally still looked upset, although finally she sighed, shaking her head in irritation. "Fine, but you'd better be back before dark or I'll call the cops."

…Since when had Ally become her mother? She sighed in irritation and nodded once. "All right. All right. We'll be back before it gets dark."

"And you'd better not do anything illegal, 'cause I'm not bailing you out of jail!"

"Ally!" Mattea was definitely irritated now, although she finally just decided that no matter what she said, Ally wasn't going to change her mind about the other girl. "Goodbye." And then she stomped outside, slamming the door shut behind her.

God, how could Arthur actually like her? She was so annoying and had no idea how to mind her own business. He could do so much better…

Even as she thought the words, she knew she didn't mean it. She loved her sister. Mostly. When she wasn't being an overprotective jerk.

"Hey, Mattie!"

She was a little startled to see Gillian standing at the end of their driveway, dressed in a bright red winter coat, white mittens, and a white scarf, her long white hair in a braid that she was currently running her fingers along distractedly.

Mattea felt her heart skip a beat, twisting her bare hands nervously in her pockets. God, why did Gill have to be so drop-dead gorgeous when she was so plain-looking? It only emphasized her own unsuitability.

Gillian beamed up at her, immediately waving happily as she hurried up the sidewalk toward where Mattea was still standing on the front porch. "Hey, Mattie!" she repeated, grabbing her arm excitedly. "So, you ready for the most awesome night of your life?"

The blonde girl flushed slightly at the sudden contact, but managed a quick nod and a response of, "That's pretty big, saying it's going to be the most awesome night of my life."

Gillian smirked up at her, skipping ahead to where her brother's car was parked in the street. Only a few centimeters away from hitting their mailbox. Mattea wondered how she'd managed to convince her brother to let her borrow it…actually, never mind, knowing her; she'd probably just taken it without asking.

"So, what movie are we going to go see?" Mattea questioned, as she followed her friend toward the possibly stolen vehicle.

Gillian turned, one hand on the driver's door, her scarf spinning after her in a way that vaguely reminded Mattea of a Christmas commercial she'd seen a while ago. The girl in that commercial hadn't been near as pretty as Gill was, though. "I don't know, I haven't checked what's playing yet. It'll be a surprise!" And she opened the door, practically throwing herself into the car's interior.

Mattea grinned, quickly walking to the passenger's door and sliding inside.

"Sounds good to me."

~.~.~

"Seriously, for a minute there I thought that it was Luddy up on that screen. Same slicked back helmet-hair, same grumpy expression, same stick up the ass attitude. I should tell bruder that I found his soul mate."

Mattea laughed at the remark, shaking her head in amusement at the other girl. "I'm sure that Ludwig would appreciate it…"

"Of course he would. They could go off and get married and then adopt little drill sergeant babies." She smirked as she reached forward and swiped one of Mattea's French fries, completely ignoring the fact that she'd only eaten half of the ones in her container. "Although he'd have to fight Feli for bruder. I bet that girl could take him."

The image of little, bouncy, happy Feliciana taking on a huge army commander was one that was incredibly entertaining to Mattea. She burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking as she tried to reign in the uproar. Some of the other people eating in the food court had turned to look at her, causing her to turn beet red in embarrassment.

Gillian was grinning, however, obviously pleased that Mattea had found her statement amusing. "I've told Luddy that if they ever get married—which they totally will, it's just as obvious as the fact that Antonio and Lovina are gonna be walking down the aisle together as soon as they're out of high school—that Feliciana is so going to be the one wearing the pants in their relationship."

"Really?"

Gillian leaned back in her chair with a knowledgeable smirk. "Of course. Luddy's never been able to say no to her after all. Not even when they were little kids."

"Ha, that's funny…"

"You're really cute when you laugh."

And that officially cut off her laughter and instead made her turn a bright crimson. "Wh—what?"

Gillian was staring at her rather intently, her red eyes fixed on the blonde girl. "I said that you're really cute when you laugh. You should do it more often. You're always so shy and quiet at school. I don't think I've ever really seen you let your hair down before."

Mattea nervously bit down on her lower lip at the statement. Gill, Gill really thought she was cute? Then did that mean that she…that she…

No, that was too much to hope for…

And then suddenly she felt a spark of electricity sprint through her body. As Gillian leaned closer and rested her pale fingers on top of Mattea's, effectively capturing them against the table.

"Ah…Gill…"

Gillian smiled again, her eyes never leaving Mattea's. "You come to all of my tennis matches. I like to look out in the crowds and see you there." She tilted her head to the side slightly, a smirk sliding over her lips. "You're a lot less distracting than Antonio and Francis, too, which is pretty nice."

"Ah…" There was no way that she could turn a brighter shade of red. She attempted to wiggle her fingers free, but Gillian just pressed down harder. "I—I just—I like…"

"You're really cute when you're flustered too." And now she was even closer, the tip of her braid brushing against Mattea's arm. Every point of contact felt like it was on fire, the tiny point of skin that her hair had touched, her fingers trapped under the other's hand…

And she was probably going to hyperventilate too.

Oh, God, she couldn't move. Or breathe. Or think…

And then Gillian was only a few centimeters away, every breath distractingly warm against Mattea's own lips. "You're really really cute when you're flustered."

And then that distance was gone.

And soft lips were brushing against hers.

Mattea couldn't react. She really should have been able to, since she'd dreamed about this event dozens, if not hundreds of times… But… Oh, God, her brain was short-circuiting.

It was over before she'd even had time to react; Gillian returned to her seat, flashing Mattea a happy grin. "You can't imagine how long I've wanted to do that."

…She'd just been kissed…

She'd just had her first kiss…

Mattea just stared at her in shock and then realized that she should probably say something. Although, her brain wasn't working well enough to string even two words together. It almost made her want to bash her head against the table. Why in the world couldn't she think of something to say?! You didn't respond to your first kiss by staring at the person you'd just kissed like they had three heads.

And suddenly she was aware of the fact that they happened to be in a food court.

In public.

She immediately felt her face return to its probably unhealthy shade of red as she glanced around. Fortunately, only a few people seemed to have noticed. Unfortunately, most of those people were flashing her looks either of horror, shock, or (the worst) disgust.

And Gillian had seemed to notice her shamed expression and turned to look towards them.

Her expression immediately twisted into pure rage. And Mattea had to grab her hand to keep her from standing up and beating them into a pulp. Which only sent another shock of heat up her arm and straight to her face.

"Hey." At least it managed to stop her, although she hadn't had near enough time to think of a good response. She shook her head quickly in an attempt to rearrange her thoughts into some sensible order and then continued, attempting to ignore the looks she was receiving, "This…I think you were right…"

Gillian looked confused for a moment, obviously completely thrown by Mattea's words. "Right about what?" She glanced back toward the women who were glaring at her…and there were some guys who were staring too, flashing her thumbs ups and motioning for her to continue…

Mattea wet her lips nervously and then pushed the next words forward without allowing herself to think about them. "I—I think this has been the most awesome night of my life…" And then she added with a slightly rebellious smirk, "So far."

Gillian's attention immediately returned to her, her expression a little surprised. Then she turned aside, fingers reaching to fiddle with her braid as a pleased grin broke out over her lips. She would probably be blushing if she had the ability. "Well, I'm glad. But…" And now she smiled more brightly, grabbing Mattea's arm and dragging her toward the escalator. "But, seriously, the night's still young, Mattie!"

A/N: Yuri!PruCan is so cute, in my opinion, lol.

And the whole thing about the people's reactions… (Here's a random rant thing, don't feel the need to continue.) It's really just incredibly rude how some people will react to seeing two girls (or guys) kissing or holding hands. I've gotten dirty looks so many times when I'm just holding hands with my friends (because apparently in some situations, I forget about that little thing known as the personal bubble…like Feli!) But we're not going to go into my feelings on that subject, because then we'd have an authoress's note that was longer than the actual story ;P

So anyway, I hope you liked this. :)