So, as I was talking to my friend Starry, she said that she was a fan of PruCan. I've always been more of a Franada fan, but as I started thinking about it, PruCan could be pretty cute too. :) And as I've written it, I almost think I'm more of a PruCan fan than Franada fan. They're so adorable! X3

This one's for you, Starry! :D

I hope you like it! Please review! ^_^

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Today was yet another awesome day as Prussia strolled down the hall towards the World Meeting room. Hands buried in pockets, he hummed an amazing little tune that he had come up with by himself as he watched the walls pass him by. There was a world meeting today, so he figured he might as well jump in and give his amazingly awesome opinion. Sure, he wasn't exactly a country anymore, but that didn't make him any less awesome! The only reason that people had made him stop being a country was because they were all extremely overwhelmed by his mass amount of pure awesomeness! It was too much for their not-nearly-as-awesome brains to comprehend!

Besides, West was going to be here; and he could never pass up an opportunity to annoy his little brother.

"Kesesese!" he laughed in excitement as he rubbed his hands together. "West's gonna be so pissed! It's going to be epically awesome! Just like me!" He almost started skipping at the thought of West's glare—except awesome people totally don't skip!

Today was going to be awesome!

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Today was yet another horrible day. Canada sat in his chair as England was in the process of trying to strangle France yet again. America just laughed at the two, actually pulling out a camera as he filmed it, saying something about it going to be the best Youtube video in history. Germany looked like he had finally decided to give up on trying to keep order in the meeting as he laid his head against his palms. Italy lightly patted him on the back, trying to give some words of comfort, which looked like they were only depressing the German further. Russia looked far too happy with the violence going on, reaching for his pipe as if he wanted to join in. China and Japan were off in their own corner, both talking of how Western cultures were so annoying, yet so very entertaining.

While all of this was going on, absolutely none of them noticed Canada. Like usual. He held Kumakichi closer to him as he gave a sigh. "Why do they always have to fight?" he asked himself. He really didn't like watching people fight—it always made him depressed that the world was just going downhill.

Kumoshiro looked up at him like it was the first time he'd ever seen him. "Huh?" the bear said curiously. "Who are you?"

Canada looked down at the bear with a frown on his face. "You're never going to remember my name, are you, Kilimanjaro?"

"Where is Canada anyway?"

Canada jumped at hearing his name, looking around to see who had said it. America was still filming England and France battle to the death, but he was looking directly at Canada—or, to be more correct, through Canada. Hoping to finally get himself noticed, he weakly waved at his brother.

Who, once again, didn't notice him.

"It has been a rong time since he was rast here," Japan commented, also looking through Canada. "He hasn't been here arr year."

"Eh?" Canada gasped, jumping up from his seat. "W-what? I've been here the whole—!"

"Wow, what a lame-ass brother," America grumbled, continuing to glare through him. "I mean, I'm here all the time! He hasn't been here once!"

"I've been here more often than you!" Canada cried, waving one arm around frantically as the other kept a firm hold on Kumajarino. "You were gone five times! Plus you're always late and eating and—"

"He gets his laziness from you!" England yelled from the sidelines, giving a sharp uppercut to France's face.

"Well, who do you think I got it from, stupid limey?" America retorted.

"I didn't get it from either of you!" Canada yelled as he stomped his foot, frustrated. "I've been here every stupid meeting since World War—!"

"Whoa, dude, did anyone else feel that?" America asked, looking at the floor. "Ii just shook. Dude, is there and earthquake or something going on?"

"NO!" Canada yelled. "It's me, you stupid douchebag! IT'S ME!"

"Huh, it stopped," America said, still looking at the ground. "Huh, that was weird. Anyways, yeah, Canada is such a loser!"

Canada wanted nothing more than to walk over to his brother and punch him in the face, but he knew he was too kind natured for that. He was about to just sit down and maybe take a nap—like anyone would care—when France and England finally stopped their dispute.

"I do have to say," England said, sporting a bloody nose, "out of all the colonies, Canada is the one that has probably done the least."

Canada's jaw dropped at this. England was tearing him down too? "I've done plenty!" Canada argued, glaring at his big brother. "I mean, I've… I… I made the zipper! And I made hockey really popular! And… and…" Sadly, he ran out of things he had done far too quickly. "I… I'm not…"

"He's completely useless!"

It felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. Useless. No, no! He wasn't useless! He was important, he really was! So what if people couldn't hear or see him? So what if he himself couldn't use all five fingers on a hand to name off important things he had done? So what if, out of all of the countries, he had done the least amount of "important" things? So what if no one knew or cared who he was?

He couldn't just be useless.

"I'm done," Canada muttered, walking away from his chair—not that anyone cared or noticed. "I'm sick of this. I'm done. I'm done! I'M—!"

"I AM AWESOME!" That was what Canada heard right before he got hit directly in the face with the door he had just been about to open.

Today was the worst day of his life.

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When Prussia had slammed the doors to the World Conference open, he had expected to have the doors slam against the walls as he screamed "I am awesome!" only making his entrance more dramatic. One door did slam against the wall, but the other stopped halfway with a loud thunk. Once he had gotten the desired reaction from West ("What the hell, Prussia?") he peeked behind the door to see what had stopped the door from hitting the wall. He had been expecting a doorstop or something like that, something that made sense.

He hadn't been expecting to see a guy on the floor holding his face while he was crying.

"Whoa, sorry whoever you are!" Prussia said, giving an awesome wave. The guy stayed on the floor, but peeked through his fingers to look at him. Seeing as he needed some encouragement, Prussia added "Hey, just get up, walk it off like a man!" Because everyone knows that awesome people encourage others by being manly and indifferent!

However, his encouragement only seemed to make the guy go from looking curious to looking pissed off. "Sh-shut up!" he said, glaring at him while he sat up. "Don't tell me what to do, I don't even know who you are!"

Something felt like it had just died in Prussia. "WAS?" he yelled, pulling the man up by his shoulders, making him jolt in surprise. "You don't know who I am? B-but, how? I'm ME! I'm the source of all that is awesome! If you look in the dictionary for 'awesome' you see a picture of me! I. Am! Awesome!"

This rant only resulted in a glare from the man who was obviously not awesome enough to have Prussia remember his name. "Wow. You sound just like America. In other words, a douche."

"Hey, who're you calling a shower?" Prussia argued back, quickly getting annoyed with this no-name loser. First he doesn't know who he is; now he's using random German? What is up with this guy?

"Um… Prussia?"

Prussia looked up at West, weirded out by his tone. "Wazzup, West?" he asked, still holding the un-awesome country by the shoulders.

West was looking at him as if he had gone completely insane. "Prussia… just who are you talking to?"

Prussia stared back at him, confused by how he didn't know who he was yelling at. "I'm yelling at this guy!" he said, shaking the mystery country by the shoulders, making him tense as his face became more uncomfortable. "Who is he anyway?"

Germany continued to look at him as if he had gone insane—which was impossible; he was too awesome to go insane! "Prussia… no one's there. Are you okay?"

"Huh? But West—"

"They can't see me."

Prussia returned his stare to the no-name country, cocking his head curiously. "Huh?" he said. "Whaddaya mean they can't see you?"

"I mean I'm invisible," the no-name said, refusing to make eye contact as his dark blue eyes looked down at the floor. "I mean they don't see me, because I'm me. Because I'm a stupid, useless hoser who's never done anything worthwhile in his whole entire life." The guy started crying again, making Prussia uncomfortable. Guys totally don't cry—do they?

"Uhh," he said uncertainly, not sure what to do. Even with his incredible awesomeness, he didn't know what to do when another grown man was crying. "Hey, uh… stop that… you."

The country glared at him through his tears. "My name," he growled, "is Canada."

Finally, the name clicked. "Canada?" he repeated curiously. "As in the Canada? As in the second largest country on earth Canada?"

"Canadia?" America chimed in, sounding confused. "What, you know where my slacker, lame-ass brother is?"

Canada stiffened, his face becoming tense. He flashed the middle finger at his American brother as he shook off Prussia's grip and ran past him. "Damn hosers!" he cried as he ran from the room.

Prussia watched the small country run off, a little confused. How had no one noticed him? He would have gone after him, but he turned to see just why everyone was staring at him like he had lost it.

"So, you know where Canadia is?" America asked again, tilting his head to the side. "Seriously, the guy never comes. It's starting to annoy me."

Prussia raised an awesome eyebrow. "You seriously didn't see him? He was here the whole time."

"Huh?" America said, sounding dumbfounded. "Wait, for reals? Dude, the guy needs to speak up for himself then. Damn."

Prussia's awesome eyebrow arched up even more. "Uh. He was yelling at you. A lot." It was his turn to look at the countries like they had lost it. How had they not seen or heard him?

"Either way," West interrupted, looking extremely irritated at everyone, "we need to return to the meeting." He gave a particularly venomous glare to France and England, the two of them in turn quickly returning to their seats as to not be beaten by the upset German. Now that they were seated, West aimed his glare at Prussia. "Which also means that you need to leave."

"Was?" Prussia asked, giving West an unimpressed stare. "Aw, c'mon, bruder! Can't I stay? I'm totally awesome enough to chill here with you guys!"

"You aren't a country, Prussia."

The simple phrase felt like a knife in the chest. Okay, yeah, sure, he hadn't been a country for a really long time. But it still hurt for people to just say it so… so matter-of-fact-ly like that. "Please, West?" Prussia asked again, totally not begging—he was too awesome to beg.

Germany pointed to the door with a cold glare. "Out. You don't belong here. You're not one of us. All you are now is a representation of a country that used to exist. Nothing more."

That felt like the figurative knife had just been twisted. West had the horrible tendency to be blunt. This was one of those moments.

"Whatever," Prussia growled, glaring at his little brother. "These meetings always sucked anyway. You guys don't deserve my awesome presence." With a last look of disappointment, Prussia turned and left, slamming the doors closed behind him.

That was most certainly not awesome. At all. Prussia's countryhood had ended a long time, and he had more or less gotten used to that. But he had just been forced out by his own brother! What the hell was up with that? He was too awesome to be told to leave like that! Way too awesome.

He kicked at the floor, leaving a scuff mark on the fine tile. So what if he wasn't a country anymore? So what if he didn't really have any power anymore? So what if he wasn't taken seriously? So what if people didn't like him? He was still awesome.

…Wasn't he?

"Dammit," Prussia hissed to himself, tightly crossing his arms. He hadn't felt this depressed for such a long time. He hadn't been utterly rejected like that for even longer. It really hurt. He turned around a corner, trying to find a place to sulk a little. However, upon turning, he found that someone else had already decided to sulk here.

Canada sat on the floor, his back against the wall and his arms around his legs as his chin was balanced on his knees. His dark blue eyes looked up to Prussia for a moment, but then looked back down at the floor. "What is it?" he murmured, his voice quiet and squeaky.

"They were being lame," Prussia complained, too awesome to admit he'd been completely rejected too. He slid down the wall to sit down next to Canada, sitting in the same pouty position that Canada was in. "They're a bunch of idiots. Totally don't deserve my presence."

For a while, Canada didn't say anything. Prussia peered out of the corner of his eye to see if the country was listening to him. He turned his head the rest of the way as he saw Canada's bewildered face. The guy looked at him like it was the first time anyone had tried to have a conversation with him. But, as he thought about what had happened earlier, he wouldn't be surprised if it was weird for him to actually have someone talk to him.

Upon making eye contact, Canada blushed slightly, quickly turning his head, making his light brown hair sway violently. Prussia smirked slightly, laughing at the small county's shyness. The two remained quiet for a while longer until Canada finally spoke. "Yeah… they are idiots, aren't they?"

"Totally!" Prussia agreed, crossing his arms. "I mean, I'm way too awesome for them to ignore! I mean, sure, I'm not really a country, but… I'm still pretty important!"

"And I am a country," Canada said, looking down at the floor. "I mean, okay, I haven't done as much as they have… and maybe I don't really have a good army. And sure, maybe I am kind of weak compared to them. But… but I still helped a lot! I… I mean… okay, maybe America and England do most of the work and get all the glory, but… but…" His voice trailed off, an air of gloom growing around him. He buried his face against his knees, letting out a sad sigh. "I'm… I'm not useless. I can't be."

Prussia looked at Canada, actually feeling sorry for him. He was the second largest country in the world, yet he was completely ignored. He actually wished he could do something to help. Maybe if some of his awesomeness could rub off on him, maybe…

Prussia's head shot up as an awesome idea occurred to him.

"So, we both have a problem," Prussia blurted out, making Canada jump. "You completely lack any skills in being awesome and are more or less a complete loser." Canada scowled at him, looking like he was sinking farther into the floor. Seeing this, Prussia quickly continued. "But even though you're a total loser, you're still a country! Me, I'm completely and utterly awesome in every way possible! Hell, I'm even awesome in impossible ways! But even with all of that, I'm not a country anymore."

Canada looked at him thoughtfully, a curious look on his face. "Okay," he said. "So, what are you getting at, eh?"

Prussia smirked. "How about this? I'll give you lessons on how to be awesome! You'll need a few lessons from the awesome me, and then everyone will be paying attention to you in no time!"

Canada's face lit up, his dark blue eyes looking hopeful for the first time. "R-really?" he said, sounding like he thought it was too good to be true. "You… you'd really do that?"

"If you return the favor of course," Prussia said with a wink. "You have to promise me when you're as awesome as me, you'll help me become a country again! Then I can gain all my power back!"

Canada looked down at the floor between them as he seemed to be thinking it over. After a few moments of consideration, he looked back up. "Before I make a deal with you," he said, "it'd be nice to know your name."

Prussia cocked his head, then scratched his head embarrassedly. "Oh, never did tell ya my name, did I?" Canada shook his head slightly, a small shy smile on his face. "Right. The name's Prussia! But you can call me Gilbert if ya want!"

Canada nodded, giving him a warmer smile. "Well… like I said. I'm Canada. But… I guess… if you wanted to, you could call me Matthew." He blushed slightly, looking back down at the floor. "B-but, I mean… only if you want to of course… Y-you don't have to if you don't want…"

"Sure, Mattie!" Prussia said with a laugh, smacking him happily on the back. Canada flinched slightly, squeaking at the violent affection. But that's how awesome people communicated with friends—violence and manly indifference!

After Canada had recovered from his amazing amount of awesome friendliness, he looked at Prussia with a curious expression. "I do have another question," he said timidly, looking slightly nervous.

"Shoot," Prussia said, giving an awesome smirk.

"Well… are you wearing contacts…? Or are your eyes really… really that red?"

Okay. He hadn't been expecting that question. Though he wasn't surprised he was asking. Having such an awesome eye color did raise a lot of questions from people. "One hundred and one percent real," he answered, enjoying Canada's impressed expression. "I know, awesome, right?"

"Yeah. They are actually."

Ba-dump!

Whoa. Really hadn't been expecting that. Usually Prussia would always talk about how amazingly awesome he was, and people would just tell him to shut up or say that he wasn't awesome but that he was annoying and stuck up. Never had someone actually agreed with him. He hadn't been expecting that. So, obviously with him being as awesome as he was, he was not blushing. At all. Don't even think it, 'cuz he wasn't.

"So," Prussia said, jumping back up. "How about we start your awesome lessons of awesome?"

Canada looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Seriously?" he asked, looking almost shocked. "You want to start them? Now?"

Prussia smirked down at him, finding his hesitancy and surprise…what's the word? Endearing? Sure, let's go with that. "Sure! Why not?"

Canada continued to stare up at him for a moment, his eyes looking awestruck. Finally, a smile broke across his face. "Okay," he said, standing up next to Prussia. "Let's do it."

Prussia smiled at him. "You'll be awesome in no time!" he announced, proceeding to lead them out. He knew with his awesome influence, this no-name loser of a country would quickly rise up in the world. Hell, he'd probably be even stronger than America after he was done with him! Then, then he'd finally be a country again!

But for some reason he was starting to get the strange feeling that, even if he didn't get all of that, he'd still like this shy, reclusive, ignored Canadian loser.

Well, if said Canadian continued to agree with him about how he was awesome, why wouldn't he like him?

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Yay, first chapter done! :D I do like this pairing now… they're pretty cute. :3

I'm not completely used to Prussia's character yet though… I'm expecting him to speak some German, but his whole "I am awesome!" attitude reminds me of America, so I make him use some slang. I've never written with him before, so I'm a little nervous. If you see something I can improve/add to his character, let me know! Help would be very much appreciated!

Thanks for reading and please review! :D