Christmas Kisses: PruCan

Prussia stood up, a smile on his face as he walked towards the door. Suddenly, there was a noise as a chair scraped against the floor. "Mein Gott!" He said out loud before covering his mouth thinking, I'm the only one here! He looked around the conference room, but saw no one. He was about to turn towards the door when a rush of wind made him freeze, though his arm shot out and closed around warm fabric.

The albino turned slowly, his hand clamped on the fabric. He looked at the man in front of him, trying to place him. He frowned, "Are you supposed to be America or something?"

The blonde's face showed his shock and it was quickly becoming red. He ducked his head and replied softly, "I'm Canada." The white bear he held tightly in his arms looked up, "Who?" He asked, to which the blonde replied, "I'm Canada."

"Canada?" Prussia knew his confusion was plain as day on his face and quickly covered it with suspicion, "Who are you? I've never heard of 'Canada.'"

Canada raised his head, "Well I know you, Prussia." He smiled, "I'm not surprised you don't know who I am. I'm usually just mistaken for America when people first notice me." As he spoke, his voice grew softer, forcing Prussia to lean in to hear the end of the sentence.

Prussia drew back, "I'm sorry." He wasn't exactly sure why he said it, but he felt it needed to be said. "Urgh, saying sorry is not awesome," He muttered. "Hey, so you celebrate Christmas?"

Canada drew back slightly, fearing the sudden enthusiasm coming from the albino. "Y-yeah, I do." He bit his lip, "Merry Christmas by the way."

Prussia looked up suddenly, his gaze drawn upwards to the green leaves that hung from the ceiling above the men's heads. Without looking down he said, "So I'm having this awesome Christmas party at my house." He looked down, "Would you like to come?" he asked quietly, leaning forward until there were only a few inches between him and the blonde. "That is, if you weren't doing anything."

Canada looked away, raising his hands as if to defend himself against Prussia. He was so used to being invisible that the attention he was getting now, the specific attention, was making him uncomfortable. He looked up, hoping to avoid the gaze of the Prussian and he saw the mistletoe. "Oh," he whispered and looked down, leaning towards Prussia. Without a second thought, he kissed the albino lightly on the cheek and drew back.

Prussia blinked, not only had he just been kissed, he had been kissed by the incredibly shy man in front of him. The one too shy to make himself known to the others and stand up for himself. The one who had cringed away from the closeness only moments before. With a small smile, Prussia leaned in and kissed Canada lightly on the cheek, drawing back with a sigh when he felt the blonde draw back. He looked at Canada, whose face was now red once again as he blushed furiously. "So, will you come?" He asked quietly.