Summery: Another one of those stories in which Prussia finally starts noticing Canada.

Pairings: Hinted Prussia/Canada and Germany/Italy

AN: Hi guys! It's been awhile since I've written fanfiction, blahblah blah. Let's just say I'm rusty. Don't say I didn't warn you.

"Really, West? How many times do I-"

"Please shut up. I KNOW you don't want to go, I'm not deaf."

"Then why-"

"Because my boss is right! You need to get out and see the world. Trust me, I don't want you to come either..."

"Oh, please, contain your excitement. At least Feli thinks it's nice that my awesome presence is going to be at the damn meeting."

"Ve~"

And that's how Germany's day started.

The day before he got a call from his boss saying that he wanted Prussia to attend the next meeting. Germany was quick to object, but his boss put up a very good argument. He said that Prussia wasn't getting out enough, which was true. In fact, the ex-nation hadn't gotten out at all for the past few months. He'd been lazing around the house, mooching off of Germany's beer. No one takes Germany's beer unless it's offered. But does his brother listen? No.

Needless to say, Germany was sick of it.

So, when his boss said that taking Prussia to a meeting where'd he'd be able to reconnect with his friends, he jumped for it.

Which was why him and Italy were physically dragging the albino to the car.

And why he was sporting a brand new black eye.

A half and hour into the meeting, and Prussia had already started two fights. One involving Russia that almost had the albino shitting his pants and one with Poland. They couldn't decide what color to paint

the summit room next. Really, it was just a lot of fun for on looking nations.

Not at all fun for Germany, who had to get the meeting started. He ran a hand through his hair trying to get himself to relax. Meetings always started an hour late in the first place, with his brother there, they

usually started an hour and a half late... At least.

"And so West, who is drunk off of his fucking ass, calls Feli and is all like, 'Oh Feli! England told me that you didn't like me!'" Germany tried to fight the blush that was conquering his cheeks, to no avail, though. The German decided it would be a good idea to try and get the meeting started again.

Do I need to say that it didn't work.

Germany was wondering if it was possible to start war with an ex-nation.

"Hey, Luddy." Of course America would notice Germany's distress and have to act on it. Of course.

With a sigh, Germany interrupted the American before he could go any farther. "Don't call me that, America."

"Whatever, Ludzors."

Germany sighed again.

America laughed before continuing. "Anyway, I see that you're having trouble getting the meeting started." The American paused, probably for dramatic effect.

"Do you now." Germany humored.

"Yep. Maybe it's something that a... Hero can help with?" It took every ounce of self control to not slit his own neck right then and there. All Germany wanted was a few seconds of peace and calm. Not to jump from one inflated head to the other.

"No America, you're help is unnecessary." He looked around for a certain green eyed nation. There he was. Oh, and there was France. "Though, I'm sure England could use a... a hero."

America made a slightly confused face before he spotted what Germany was watching. "You're right! This looks like a job for-..."

Germany was pulled away by Prussia before he could hear what America said. In a way, the German was rather glad. He wasn't a fan of the dragging, though. Before he could yell, his brother forced his head in an odd direction. To look at someone maybe? There wasn't anyone there, though.

"Who is that?" The Prussian asked forcefully.

Germany stared for a few seconds until a being started to fade into view. "Lucky bastard" The German mumbled to himself.

"What was that, West?"

"Nothing..." Germany then came to the conclusion that he had no clue who the slightly visible nation was. He looked familiar. Kind if like America. Except... daintier. "I uhh.."

The Prussian scoffed. "Don't tell me that you don't know." The scoff evolved into rather loud laughter and fists banging onto the German's back. "That's fuckin' hilarious, West! You don't fucking know!" Prussia wiped at imaginary tears at the corner of his left eye. "Priceless."

Germany was staring at the unknown nation and saw the poor kid sigh and turn away from him and his brother. He was obviously hurt from what his brother had said. Great. Apologies. Germany hated apologies.

So, he awkwardly hobbled over to where the now fully visible nation was seated. "Hey, uhh... Sorry for my bruder... He's a bit..."

"Fucking awesome!" Said 'bruder' finished for him.

Before the German could correct the albino, the small blonde gave a stiff nod. "It's fine." He said, his voice as silent as the air. "It's nothing new. I'm Canada." His violet eyes shifted from Germany to Prussia before they settled on his own lap.

Prussia scoffed at the Canadian and put on his signature smirk. "Canada? Dude, where the fuck did you come from? You're hot, like, almost as hot as me hot!"

The only heat Canada was feeling right then was the burning from his cheeks.

Germany understood his pain.

"Th-thanks." Canada murmured. Prussia giggled at the blonde's antics.

"You're so cute~" He sang. The Canadian only got redder.

Germany sighed. Standing and awkwardly watching his brother flirt with someone obviously a few hundred years younger than him was exciting and all, but it was no meeting. He quickly abandoned his brother feeling only slightly bad that he was leaving the young nation alone with him. Anything to distract the Prussian's destruction trail was fine with him.

In the end Germany was able to get the meeting started. All thanks to Canada and none for Prussia. And when the meeting was all set and done, he learned that his brother was going to Canada for a 'vacation'. Which translated as a vacation at home for Germany.

"Ve~~~!"

Well, sort of.

– The end.

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