A/N: I think this will be a two shot. Dunno. Again, wrote this a while ago. Oh, and, by the way, anything PruCan will always involve pancakes. It's one of the Four Basic Canadian Food Groups!

Warning: Genderbending Ahead

"Pancakes..."

Gilbert loved pancakes. They were awesome.

And when Mattie made them, they were extra awesome.

Maybe because she was so cute.

Wait, um...the pancakes were cute.

Not her.

Oh, heck, who was he kidding? She was adorable. And awesome. And Canadian.

So it was the thought of pancakes that spurred Gilbert to visit the quiet Canadian at 11 o'clock in the morning.

Gil pushed on the door, intending to knock, but the door just swung open.

His first thought was, 'Well, of course the door would yield under my awesomeness! Haha!'

But his second thought was, 'Is Mattie okay?'

Stumbling over the threshold, Gilbert all but ran up the stairs to the second story of the

Canadian's house. The Prussian threw open the door to Mattie's room to find her...asleep?

Gil took a step forward, intending to inspect her for signs of poisoning or mauling, but he was still walking fast and it was dark.

The Albino slipped and was thrown toward the bed, throwing out his arms to keep from crushing the tiny girl.

After the initial release of breath from not landing on top of her and crushing every bone in her body, Gil realized the position he was in.

Well this was unawesome.

Gil had just realized that his face was so close to hers he could feel her breath.

He was busy enjoying this sensation when he noticed the smell.

Alcohol?

Gil sniffed again.

Yup. Definitely alcohol. As a hard-core drinker himself, he could identify that smell anywhere.

He usually smelled like it himself.

Then a thought occurred to him.

Could she be...drunk?

The briefest thoughts of taking advantage of this situation flitted across his mind, but he shooed them away.

This was Mattie he was thinking about. The most innocent, naive, adorable downright awesome girl he had ever laid eyes on, and he was not going to be the one to ruin that.

Gil carefully got off the bed, avoiding touching the girl as much as possible, and stood up.

What should he do now? She was definitely in no state to make him pancakes, and would probably have a splitting headache when she eventually woke up.

Gil considered calling Alfred, but he assumed that the American would go all super over-protective brother on him and rush over and scare her. That wasn't a good plan. Putting a burger on her head would not help anything.

Gil glanced around the living room as he walked down the stairs. Now that he looked, he noticed that the place was a total wreck. The stupid girl must have bumped into every piece of furniture on her way up the stairs.

Gil brightened at a thought.

"The awesome me will clean up for her! Haha!" he said loudly.

Three hours later, the smell of pancakes was filling the house.

Gilbert heard a groan from upstairs and quickly piled the pancakes on a plate and turned off the stove.

Time for his awesomeness to help a hungover Canadian.

As he walked into the room, Gil found Mattie sitting up and fully clothed, albeit wrinkled.

"Gil?" she muttered, "What happened?"

"How do you feel?" he asked in a very un-Gilbert like way, sitting on he end of her bed.

"Like I just rode a roller coaster fifteen consecutive times...and then ate fifty of Alfred's hamburgers," she muttered, flopping back down on her bed.

"Here," Gil said, handing her a glass of water, "Take this. It's a pain killer."

Mattie sat up and took it great fully.

"And I made breakfast," Gilbert added.

Mattie raised an eyebrow, "Why are you being so nice?"

Gil flopped backwards onto the bed, then patted the side next to him.

Mattie tentatively rested her back on the bed.

"Were you depressed again?" he asked calmly.

The blonde let out a sigh.

"We had another G8 meeting," she said slowly, "And I came, obviously. But no one even noticed I was there."

She sighed sadly again.

"And then Alfred left without me so I had no way to get home. So I tried to get a taxi. But no one saw me," the Canadian continued, "And I was so angry and kind of hungry, so I walked to the nearest bar to get some dinner. Then I ordered a Caribou, which I really shouldn't have done because I knew what would happen-"

Mattie stopped at a strange look from Gil.

"It's a Canadian drink," she said waving her hand dismissively, "I don't even know what's in it but it gives you a wicked hangover."

She slumped against the bed.

"I don't even know how I got home," she muttered.

Then, to Gil's surprise, the Canadian girl rolled over so that her head was resting on Gilbert's stomach.

The Prussian looked wide eyed at the small girl laying on his chest, but he didn't protest.

Then he felt little drops of warmth and her body rocked ever so slightly as she sobbed.

"S'okay," Gil said bravely, "The awesome me is here."

Mattie continued to cry until her sobs turned to hiccups. Gilbert rubbed his hand through her hair.

When she finally did speak, it was in a halting voice.

"Its just...*hic*...that no one...*hic*...sees me...*hic*..." she hiccuped.

"I see you," Gilbert murmured.

Mattie looked up at him. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and her nose was runny a little.

She looked absolutely adorable.

"What did you say?" she muttered.

Suddenly, Gil was angry.

He sat up suddenly, keeping her on top of him though.

"Dammit, Mattie," he said angrily, "It's so unawesome that you think that! The awesome me sees you, so how much more awesomeness do you need?"

"You're just saying that..." Mattie muttered.

"No, I'm not!" Gil exclaimed, "The awesome me doesn't lie! Well there was that one time...but that's beside the point! I see you, Mattie! The way you blush whenever Alfred introduces you to someone, the way you smile when you cook, how you're like a completely different person when you watch hockey, how you talk to yourself when you think no one's listening, how you get that sad look in your eyes when someone forgets you, everything!"

"Why?" Mattie seemed slightly shell-shocked.

"Because I love you, dammit!" Gilbert practically shouted, "The awesome me has thought that you're the most adorably awesome thing I've ever seen ever since I met you! I see you, Mattie, and my awesomeness conquers all! So what more do you need?"

Mattie just stared.

"You...love me?" she asked.

"Always have," Gil said, anger deflating then.

Until the small Canadian leaned forward and kissed him.

It wasn't long and passionate and lust filled, but short and soft and delicate and full of meaning.

Mattie was now what Antonio would call 'tomato red'.

"I...I love you too, Gilbert," she said quietly.

Grinning like an idiot, Gil swept her up bride-style (which made the Canadian blush even more, if that was possible) and carried her down the stairs.

"Look!" he exclaimed, "The awesome me even made you awesome pancakes!"

To which Mattie promptly wiggled out of his grip and drowned them in maple syrup.

"Next time," Mattie said between bites, "I'll make YOU pancakes."

Gilbert gave her a thumbs up.

"Awesome mission accomplished!"