With you, I fly
a prucan fic
chapter 2
"Mein gott, it's so fucking cold," I said to myself as I trudged through snow in a flimsy coat and shoes that weren't waterproof. Typical luck, to be pushed into a snowbank by some asshole and get soaked to the skin.
I'm so glad I didn't bring Gillbird. Stupid West, why'd he have to get sick and not reserve a place to stay? This is so not awesome. Where the hell did this Canada guy live anyways? It was really weird how no one seemed to know him...
Finally I found the place and banged on the door loudly. After a couple of minutes, the door was opened, and a guy peeked out at me. He was thin, an obvious fact despite his oversized hoodie, he had dark circles under his eyes-which happened to be large, gorgeous, and violet. He wore glasses and had blond hair with one curl sticking out. He looked tired, worn down, and just empty. Despite all that, he was fucking gorgeous.
"Hello?" He asked softly in a scratchy, unused voice.
"Hallo, I am ze awesome Prussia! Um, sadly, I have no place to stay so I wondered if you would mind me staying the night with you?" I asked, holding out my hand to shake. He hesitated, then took it.
"I'm Canada. You can stay here," he said, letting me in. I shivered, and he looked at me, concerned.
Wow he's cute. Ugh don't think like that Prussia.
Awesome thoughts, awesome thoughts
"Why don't you come with me and change into some dry clothes? I'll make hot cocoa," Canada offered shyly and I nodded gratefully.
"Ja, that sounds awesome," I said, following him upstairs to receive clothes. I ended up in a hockey jersey and sweatpants that looked like they'd be huge on him. Luckily they fit me perfect, and I ended up cuddled up on his couch watching a rerun of the office with a mug of hot chocolate. I took a sip and my eyes widened.
"Holy shit this is AWESOME!" I exclaimed, looking at Canada sitting next to me. "What did you do to this?"
"Maple," was all he said. I nodded, and sipped my cocoa thoughtfully. Canada looked as if he was having some tough times. Well, no, scratch that. He looked like shit. He looked as though he was in hell, slowly wasting away.
"Canada, are you...okay?" I asked him hesitantly. He looked over at me, wide violet eyes startled.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied quickly, then got up. "I'm going to go to bed, and I can show you where your room is." I followed him upstairs and just before setting down for the night, I poked my head out of the door.
"Gute nacht Canada,"
"Bonne nuit Prussia," I said, so soft he couldn't hear.
