AN: Been having a PruCan muse lately, a bit of fluff I thought up about five minutes before falling asleep, lol. ^^; Please enjoy~

Well, he did say he'd had a long day. Gilbert mused at the sight of the Canadian head resting on his shoulder as the credits of the movie rolled. For a moment, he admired his husband's adorable sleeping face – peaceful, tiny smile, glasses askew, eyes gently closed, all framed by long wavy blond hair. No way could he wake that up.

Shaking his head, he turned off the TV and ever so carefully scooped up the sleeping man. Gilbert was strong, but so was Matthew and we all know muscle weighs more than fat. Nonetheless, Gilbert headed towards the stairs, treading lightly, thanking that Mattie was a deep sleeper.

But who could really sleep through being picked up carried up the stairs? Matthew's eyes blinked open as he yawned, opening his mouth wide.

"G-Gil? Are you carrying me to bed?"

"Yes, you didn't have to wake up."

Chuckling, the other answered "I don't think it's a matter of whether I needed to or not." Then noticing the slight exertion on Gilbert's face, he added, "But really, I can walk."

"No, you can't." Gilbert was steadfast.

The Canadian just smiled and nuzzled his face into the albino's chest. Although normally affectionate and sweet, the man grew even more so when sleepy. One of Gilbert's favorite things about him.

Reaching their bedroom, Gilbert gently lowered the Canadian to the bed pulled the rumpled, unmade bedspread over him. He slipped the dangerously-close-to-falling glasses off and laid them on the bedside table.

He was walking towards the bathroom to brush his teeth when a hand caught the hem of his shirt.

"Just come sleep, please? I don't like the bathroom light, and it's cold."

Gilbert smiled, turned around and slipped beneath the covers. How could he resist those sleepy, begging eyes?

"You're way too cute when you're sleepy." Grumbled Gilbert

"Apologies." Matthew murmured, burying his head into the crook of his husband's neck, snuggling not him for warmth.

Sighing happily, Gilbert simply wrapped his arms around Matthew and kissed the top of his head. Brushing his teeth could wait.

AN: Have some half-though-out, barely proofread PruCan mind barf.

Pages: One in MS Word

Time: 30 minutes-ish (you can tell, no?)

Words: 346, not count AN

Now I can actually work on that WW3 fic, lol.