"Oh god bro, it was just amazing. Feeling England's ass wrapped tight around my
throbbing cock." America said as he poured himself a glass of milk with a lewd grin plastered to
his face.
Canada grimaced and spit his drink, orange juice, back into his own cup. "Do you
seriously have to talk about that so early in the morning?" He groaned, trying to forget about
the events that night. His head was still throbbing at the memory.
"And then to feel France slide into him as well, adding more friction was like….god so
amazing!" He laughed, his hips gyrating as he spoke. He slipped his drink, a drop rolled down his
chin and with the previous events still in Canada's head, he could have sworn it was something
other than milk.
If Canada was hungry before his brother came in, he wasn't then. "I really don't need to
hear this." He looked away from his brother to avoid seeing the sexual gestures that he was
doing at the table. It was defiantly way too early to deal with this.
"England's cries were so arousing; I had almost lost my load before I even got
undressed." America laughed, wiping the milk from his mouth with the back of his sweater. It
was strange seeing America in a sweater but it was probably to hide all the love marks that the two
placed on him that night.
Canada held up a hand, begging for his brother to shut up. It was bad enough he had to
hear them at night – when he was trying to sleep, going at it like rabbits, but to have to deal
with his brother recounting it was just too much to deal with. His stomach churned at the
thought of it all.
The sounds were loud and overpowering any music he had try to drown the sounds out
with. The loudest was always England…no surprise there. He had a set of lungs and them during
sex. The foul language England usually used wasn't ever present. Yes, he spoke…dirty but he
didn't use much of any curse words.
"America, please just stop. I don't want to hear about this. You wouldn't like it if I
recounted any sexual encounters I've had." He groaned, burying his face in his hands. Anything,
he'll say and do anything to get his brother to just shut up.
America paused, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses, "You don't have sex in any way.
So I don't worry about your sexual escapades." He said, "Besides there isn't a single person out
there worthy of even touching my bro." An obnoxious laugh escaped him, "No one notices you
long enough to even want to have sex with you."
Canada winced and looked up at his brother. "S-Still, if I was to have sex, you wouldn't
want me to tell you everything that happened." He said his voice dropping into a whisper. Pain
was in his eyes but he hid it from his brother – not like his brother would notice anyways. He
felt the urge to rebel against his brother's words.
America went on ranting about how it was like to being with his boyfriends, ignoring his
brother's comment. He described what it was like to kiss them and Canada pushed away from
the table, feeling a bit ill. And angry.
Not too far away was Prussia who was practically banging his head into the wall. The
sound of high pitched moans echoed off the walls. He was used to hearing his brother and Italy
having sex. He was just a bit annoyed he wasn't able to do anything without hearing the two.
Prussia had wanted to just lay down for a nap to soothe the migraine forming behind his
eyes. Gilbird tweeted sympathetically to him, nuzzling his cheek. He reached up and gently
petted the small yellow bird. "Hey pet." He whispered, kissed the top of his feathered friend,
"I'm probably going to go out to see if it'll help ease my headache." He said softly.
Gilbird tweeted and hopped away onto his perch, facing away from his owner.
Prussia laughed softly. "If you want to come with me to escape the two, you may."
Gilbird whistled happily and flew after him.
Canada was pissed. Not just a little pissed. He was pissed enough that if anyone even
looked at him wrong, he was going to drop a nuclear bomb on their ass. His agitation at his
brother was practically choking everyone he passed.
Even Russia, who was on a date with China, got uneasy. Seeing the two together,
however, only increased his anger.
The conversation replayed in his head, over and over until he was close to bursting.
"Hey, where are you going bro? It's not like you have a boyfriend or girlfriend to hurry
along to." America laughed, grabbing his brother's arm a bit too roughly.
"What if I actually do?" Canada snapped, yanking his arm away.
America snorted, "But Canada, the only ones that really notice you are dating me. So, I
doubt you're hurrying along to meet up with one of them. Russia is taken. Germany is taken
even Spain is taken. There's no one that you know that isn't with someone. Even Cuba is taken."
He placed is cup in the crowded sink. He really should do the dishes but left that up to Canada to
do. He just didn't realize that Canada only washes his own dirty dishes, leaving America's for
him to wash.
"There are Countries who exist outside your self-centeredness." Canada said flatly.
"I know that. Austria." He rolled his eyes, "But I think he is married to that lady, Hungary.
So, that means there isn't anyone alive who you could possibly end up with."
"Oh, believe me, there is someone. You're just too stupid and stuck up to realize."
Canada all but yelled. He wanted to punch his brother but kept his fists at his sides.
Canada felt a bit guilty when he left because he heard his brother crying. He hated
making him cry but there were times where his brother just needed to see that he wasn't as
perfect as he thought he was.
He couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why England and France put up with him
outside of the bedroom. Surely he acted the same way around them as he did to his brother.
Canada was going to prove that there was someone out there that noticed him and
would join him in bed. It didn't matter how long it'd take but he was going to find that person,
even if it was going to be the last thing he would do.
He walked around the park for maybe an hour before he saw the person he always
liked: Prussia. His breath hitched a bit. He knew his brother hated Prussia, possibly because he
knew his brother liked him. A small blush filled his cheeks.
Deciding it was now or never, he walked up to the white haired male. "Hey, Prussia!" He
called, smiling when he saw the said man turn to look at him. In his chest, his heart did a flip
and his stomach twisted up. But none of it felt like it was in a bad way.
"Hello Canada. I didn't expect to see you here." He said as Gilbird rested on the top of
his head.
Oh my god! He knows who I am!
Canada couldn't help but think. He smiled, not letting his thoughts reflect on his face,
"You remembered who I was."
"Of course. Though I will say it's a bit weird seeing you without your polar bear." Prussia
said
"I left him at home." Canada said. His own pet asked who he was and it tore at him.
"Care to join me?" Prussia asked as he patted the spot by him on the bench.
"Sure." He felt awkward as he sat down by the older Nation. Deciding to give it a
chance, he glanced at him, "I didn't think you'd notice me." He whispered, feeling his shyness
creeping up on him.
"I don't see how people cannot."
Canada felt his face flush. "I-I think it's just my shyness causing me to be invisible to
others." He lowered his head, letting his thick hair hide his face from the other man.
Prussia shook his head, "That's no excuse to be forgotten." He said, lifting Canada's chin,
"You shouldn't hide yourself…" HE whispered.
"Isn't that why you act the way you do sometimes?" Canada asked, letting Prussia's last
comment hang. He didn't know how to response to it. "So you don't risk the thought that you
might fade away? So that you're always remembered?"
"Wow, you…nailed it on the head." He said, staring at the usually quiet boy.
"I notice you." He said, looking into the ruby red eyes, "I saw some of the things you do
when you're around others and when you're alone and it's like two different people." He
blushed, "I'm sorry. I'm rambling again."
Prussia shook his head, "No, it's okay. You weren't saying anything that was rude or
anything." He said, "Though I have to ask, what's bothering you?"
"Me?" Canada blinked, "I don't know what you mean."
"You're upset about something. It's in your eyes."
Canada looked down at the bread crumbs and seeds that Prussia had been tossing for
the birds to peck at. He gathered some seeds from the bag by Prussia and tossed them out for
the birds. "I just got into a fight with my brother." He said, "I just got so mad at him…"
"What did he do?" He asked.
"We wouldn't stop going on and on about what he does with his lovers and when I told
him he wouldn't like it if I did the same to him, he said that no one would notice me long
enough to even do anything with me sexually…" His cheeks heated a bit at the word sexually.
"Now that's just plain rude." He said, "I know how it feels hearing your sibling having
sex, I mean, I live with Germany and Italy, but he wouldn't ever talk about what he did with
Italy. He wouldn't even hint at a single detail. Not that I'd want any, that's just a disturbing
thought." He shuddered.
"That's to protect Italy." Canada said, looking up at the older Nation, "With Italy being
so innocent, he doesn't want any of the others to whisper thing in his ears and possibly make
him feel like he isn't satisfying Germany like they think he should, what with the fetishes and all
and he'd try to overcompensate on what he felt he was lacking."
Prussia nodded. "Yep. And from what it sounds, my brother likes him the way he is. No
fetishes needed." He smiled but sighed, "If someone like France was to try and make him feel
like he wasn't doing enough or something, I'd take my brother's side and protect Italy."
"You and me both." Canada said, 'Italy is a kind, gentle soul, too innocent for someone
to play with his mind like that."
"You know people so well…" Prussia murmured.
"It's strange though, you would turn on one of your trio." Canada said, leaning back so
he could stare at the sky.
"Trio?"
Canada blushed, "Well, people refer to you, France and Spain as the Bad Touch Trio." He
said shyly.
"Ah." Prussia sighed and leaned back into the bench, "I would turn on Spain and France
for the Italy brothers. But since I know Spain adores Romano, I don't have to worry about him
hurting either brother. But France..." He trailed off, staring at his feet.
"You view the brothers as family, don't you?" Canada looked back over at Prussia. He
never actually got to talk so much to Prussia; it was rather shocking that he'd open up so easily
to someone who was almost a total stranger.
"Yes. They are so…helpless almost that I can't help but want to protect them." Prussia
laughed. He glanced over at Canada, "What are you going to do about your brother?"
Canada sighed and stood. "I don't know. I want to prove that his words aren't true. But I
just don't know how."
Prussia smiled and made a soft thinking sound, "Well, I do have an idea." He said, "It's
just up to you if you wish to do it." He didn't want to admit that he always watched Canada
from afar, learning about him, caring for him. He decided that if he had only one chance to
show Canada his feelings, it would be this.
Canada turned, blushing when he noticed that Prussia had stood and was close to him.
"W-What's the idea?" He asked softly, licking his lips shyly. He noticed Prussia's eyes fell onto
his lips, making him self-conscious. America always told him his lips were too big.
Prussia lifted Canada's chin up and pressed their lips together. "I'd be honored to be the
one who always notice you and to prove your brother wrong." He whispered, before having to
leave.
Canada placed his fingers to his lips with a deep blush on his pale cheeks. "I have…a
boyfriend now…" He whispered before smiling.