A/N: Kat? What are you doing?

Ask and you shall receive! That's from Jesus, right?

All of you really, really, REALLY liked the PruCan from my 100-day Challenge. Like...obsessive. And if you didn't, well too bad! Because this is all that is. PruCan fluff. So. Much. Fluff. And you thought I was done X3 I was Skyping Gabrika a few nights ago (the amazing girl who translated that challenge into Spanish 3) and told me that one her friends was asking if I was going to do anything with the established PruCan (something about her living in Germany and wanting to go to Switzerland...if that's one of you reading this, I'd really like to say hi), and I thought why the hell not!? So, here it is!

This is the most non-plot-y think I've ever done. PruCan fluf with no hint of a destination. If you'd like to see more, I'd be glad to do more. Leave a comment. PM me. Can this be a request kind of thing? 'Cause I'm kind of digging this slash but I have no idea where to go with it. Just no M stuff. I suck at it. I can do violence, just no yaoi. We cool with that? Coolios. Maybe I'll fix all those typos in the challenge...

And hey, if anyone wants to Skype or something (Omegle's so much fun XD) I never run out of stuff to say (If you couldn't tell by now...). Hey, if enough people want it, I'll put my skype name on my profile or something. People are awesome. Love you all!

I DON'T OWN HETALIA. If I did, college would be a much better place.

It had been a peaceful day. Had, being the keyword.

Matthew was able to clean most of the house (the bathroom wasn't his job and he knew it, no matter how many times he tried to pass it off as forgetfulness). The floors were mopped, the furniture dusted, dishes washed, and carpets vacuumed. The bedroom was – he felt the blush creep up his face as he told himself – would just get messy again within the next few days, so not much attention was spent tidying up the room and making the bed.

Now he was just stretching out on the couch, watching a college hockey game. Something happened – a fight, a score – there was a loud commotion and jerky movements, but the smaller, quieter sounds of the referee speaking were swallowed by the slam of the front door.

Matthew felt his heart beat a faster and his breath come a little shower at the sound. It was stupid. He wasn't a freshman watching his crush from one classroom over. He shouldn't be getting so flustered over this. He wasn't even in the room yet and he was acting like they were already naked in bed!

"Hey, Birdie! I'm home!" Oh, what the hell. Just the sound of his voice made him shiver. When he felt the couch compress further under the added weight of another body, he suddenly forgot how to breathe. Even after all this time Matthew couldn't stop the rush of love and happiness and overall nervousness that swirled himself him when he was near. "So, I went to Ivan's today," Gilbert began.

Matthew pried his eyes away from the safe haven of the television and forced them to look upon the sharp face of his boyfriend. Gilbert was amazing as ever, glowing with (what he called "awesomeness) childish impatience, confidence pouring from his being. It made Matthew feel important and confident just sitting in his shadow.

The blond reached up and tentatively ran his fingers over the purple bruise around Gilbert's eye. "I can see. Does it hurt? I can get something-"

"From that bastard?" The albino laughed. "Pfft, he couldn't even punch out Francis if he tried. Don't worry about it, babe. The awesome me can handle anything that poor excuse of a man could ever dish out." He took Matthew's hesitant fingers and kissed them. "So, yeah, I was at Ivan's. Wanted to make sure he wasn't doing anything mean or gross to that adorable kid of theirs. Your family's got some awesome genes – though not as awesome as mine. I wonder what our kids could look like. So much more awesome, right?"

Matthew nodded, his face going red. Gilbert still held his hand. Loosely, but he didn't feel any need to pull them back.

"While Ivan was a total idiot around everything, Alfred's actually a really great parent, you know? Much better than Ivan. God, how did he even make it that far, being so dumb and unawesome?"

"I-I don't know, Gil." It was really strange how he could hear his brother's name and not instantly feel a burning hate deep in his gut. A good kind of strange. A really good. He didn't want to hate him anymore. Alfred didn't want him to hate.

"You know what that means?"

"What?"

"We have to make better babies than your brother! Which they will be, of course, because they'll not have the awesomeness passed down to them through me, but I'll teach them how to be just as awesome as their daddy! When you want to," the albino added quickly. Matthew smiled. "And you better teach them how to make pancakes as good as you do."

Matthew felt the corners of his lips turn up and Gilbert grinned from ear to ear. His grip on his hand tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough for Matthew to notice it. "Can you make me pancakes?"

"Right now?"

"Yes right now!"

"Gil, it's almost nine in the evening."

"The perfect time for pancakes!" He tugged at his boyfriend's arm, forcibly trying to get him off the couch. Gilbert could have easily picked him up and carried him to the kitchen, but watching him try to resist was so much cuter.

"You say that every time you want pancakes," Matthew grumbled, but she stood up anyway, earning himself another grin and a quick kiss on the cheek. He flushed and turned to the kitchen, if only to hide his reddening face from view.

"That's because it's always a time for pancakes. Especially your pancakes, Birdie."

The blond nodded absentmindedly as he grabbed a frying pan from the cabinet and began to rummage through the fridge for milk and eggs. How had he fallen in love with his boisterous, loud-mouthed idiot again? Glancing over his shoulder to see Gilbert pulling out napkins and silverware, he sighed contently. How could he not fall in love with him?