Hetalia does not belong to me. Neither do any of the countries mentioned. Get back to me after 'World Domination Phase 3' is complete.

Sweet Somethings

Canada pressed Prussia into the pillows and trailed kisses over his chest. He sucked on his collarbone and licked the hollow of his throat. He sucked and bit and licked a path to his ear. Canada pinched his earlobe between his teeth and worried the earrings there.

He breathed softly against his ear.

"You're beautiful."

Prussia gasped and shivered in his arms. Canada smirked, a slow stretch of lips against his sweat drenched skin.

Most people, and nations, wanted to be seduced with dark, dirty words and promises. The dirtier; the better. Filthy. They wanted growling swears and blatant, unashamed admissions. Not-quite-secrets. They wanted to be used and abused, if only for an hour. They wanted to lose control of themselves for a little bit and trust their partner to take care of them.

But Prussia was not most men.

He had no use for dirty talk, for lewd behaviour, for vulgar propositions. Not here, not now. He had heard it all before. But love? Those whispered words of endearment and affection?

Those completely unravelled him.

"You're gorgeous. Lovely. I adore you."

Prussia trembled beneath his fingertips, arching into his ministrations with a keening sigh. He chewed on his bottom lip, lost in sensation.

Canada sat back on his hips to smile down at him. Prussia was flushed and wanton as Canada worshipped him and he loved it. He just loved it. The trust, the faith, the unadulterated devotion in each gasp and sigh. Prussia was willing to give him everything and Canada was more than willing to take everything he had to give. He loved it.

He loved Prussia.

"You're perfect. Brilliant," Canada sighed and kissed each of his fluttering eyelids. His eyelashes tickled. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

Prussia wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled Canada down, flush against him. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach. It was surprisingly chaste; more of a hug than anything else. More of an embrace or caress.

They were cuddling, though he would never admit it outside of their bedroom.

Prussia had slept with a hundred men and women before him, but never like this. He had never snuggled, or spooned, or spent the night before, and now they were living together. Now they woke up in the same bed every morning, hopelessly entangled and hopelessly in love.

Prussia looked up at him, breathless and shameless and wanting. Canada kissed along his jaw.

"I love you, you're beautiful. You're the only person I want to fall asleep with; you're the only person I want to wake up next to. You're dangerous. Mysterious. I'm in love with you."

Prussia panted and curled his fingers into his hair. Canada sucked at his jaw, revelling in the taste of salt and stubble.

"I love you, I love you, I love you."

Canada knew that he could spend every day of the rest of his life with Prussia. He was smitten. They had both slept with other humans and other nations but not like this. Never like this.

This was special.

"I will love you until the world stops spinning. I will love you after. I will love you forever."

Canada tenderly tucked a wayward strand of pale hair behind his ear.

"You're beautiful," he said again. Prussia laughed; a stuttering, hiccupping sound.

"No," Prussia whispered, "you're beautiful."

Canada clutched at his shoulders and nuzzled the crook of his neck. He rocked against him.

"I want you. I need you."

"You have me. Always."

"Always," he agreed.

The rest of the world could have their 'sweet nothings' as long as Canada and Prussia could have this; these 'sweet somethings'. As long as they could have these wonderful, gentle moments together.

He loved him. And he always would.

Author's Notes:

This is just a short vignette to celebrate Canada D'Eh. I think that while Prussia is turned on by sweet endearments in the bedroom, Canada would be the opposite. I think that Canada has been treated as a precious, delicate creature by everyone in his life; I think that he would like to be roughed up and manhandled from time to time. They would have a very varied sex life, in any case. (I would love to write his side. Maybe I will.)

I'll post something worthwhile later this week.