Hey Hey! Back with another PruCan story, this time a its a longer one! I wrote this first chapter awhile ago and I figured I should post it. To disclaim I say: It's a shame I don't own Hetalia, but if I did...MWHAHAHAHA! (Comments Appreciated;))

"Oh Matthew...," I whispered, leaning closer.
" Gilbert...," replied a sweet voice.
We moved closer and our lips met. Hands in hair, hands on skin. Then he reached for my belt...

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I woke up violently. When I say violently,I mean violently. My arms flailed upwards, and my whole body took an unawesome tumble off my bed.
"SHIT!"
I was quite angry at my alarm clock for the new bruise beginning to form on both knees I had used as a launching pad.
Oh. By the way. My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt, awesome extraordinaire.
My hobbies include video games, anime, and pranking the hell out of annoying people who defy my awesomeness.

I ran my fingers through my silver hair(no, I'm not an old man, and no, I did not dye it) out of habit, before picking my sorry Junior ass off the ground(Yes, I'm in highschool). Groggily, I stumbled to the bathroom and flung open the door to see my little bruder, Ludwig(Yes we're German as wurst) , finishing his business. As gross as it was, the look on his face was gold.
As I awaited his return from the porcelain throne, I analyzed my interesting dream from the night before. It disturbed me. Frankly, kissing your closest friend in a dream was quite unnerving. Also, I liked girls. Yup, ladies' man.
Matthew Kirkland-Williams, awesome 2#, was the plainest Canadian kid on the face of the earth on the outside. On the inside, however, he was cunning, intelligent, and a sarcastic little shit. That's why I became friends with him back in good old 6th grade.
Now if it had been someone despicable, like Roderich the prick, I would have thrown up immediately after waking up.
Matthew wasn't bad looking, with his ivory complexion, wavy blond hair, blue or violet eyes( the heck is that color?), and body of a chick. But thinking that made me uneasy.
I got over my stupid brooding when a red faced brother of mine emerged red faced from the bathroom.
"Lock the door next time, West!" I chuckled.
My little bruder was the epitome of perfection that everyone should be after. He was so buff, that even I, king of awesome, was not as large. Of course there was the scary blue eyed glare, and the stick-up-his-ass-slicked-back hair he had constantly. And the controlling personality. And the general awkwardness. But if you so much as say one thing about any of that, I will mess you up.
Finishing my business I swiftly pulled myself together for the day, and ran out the door to meet my other halves.
"I told you, he is not worth it, Antoine!"a lilited voice spoke. The accent was distinctly French.
"But we're already a thing, Francisco!" a whiney voice replied. This accent was distinctly Spanish.
They were obviously my two best friends, besides Matthew, Francis(Franny) and Antonio(Toni).
"Is it Romano again, Antonio?" I asked, knowing the answer.
Feisty little Italian doesn't know how to talk to people. Perfect for Antonio, who can't think like a normal person. Not that Franny and I can, but the point should come across.
"I asked him to meet me at the mall on Saturday and he called me a fuc-," Antonio, swiftly cut off by Francis frowned .
"This is verbal abuse! How do we know the little Italian really likes him?"he argued.
"Toni, does Romano acknowledge you at all?" I asked, very done with the situation.
"Yes, he does. He blushes and sometimes curses me out when I call him cute and-"
"Ok. He loves you. Because I know that whenever someone who's not you calls him cute, they end up with a nasty bruise," I laughed.
"Are you taking this seriously, mom Ami?"Francis asked, as our school bus arrived.
"Dead serious, Franny pants," I replied, smirking my way into the bus.
I scanned the seats for my awesome #2 and found him at the back with his face pressed to the side of bus. I smiled impishly and slapped my butt down onto the seat beside him. He woke up with a start.
"Jesus Christ, Gilbert," he gasped, looking at me with a deadly look in his eye.
I laughed playfully and wacked him on the arm. He punched me in the stomach.
"Not cool, Birdie,"I whimpered with the manliest voice ever.
"I was catching up on my sleep when you so rudely interrupted me," Matthew sniffed. "I was too busy playing GTA5."
I sighed and snickered.

The rest of my day went pretty well. I managed a A on a AP class quiz, I bested Elizaveta the she-devil in gym class(surprise, surprise the nerd can play sports. It's Mattie who can't catch a ball to save his life, but can some how play hockey well enough to make his brother, Alfred, cry), Birdie and I discussed important tactics for our plans in Fall Out 4, and the BTT(Bad Touch Trio)(I.e. Francis, Antonio and I) pranked Roderich the prick successfully. Ok, so lunch duty wasn't as bad as detention.

Back at home, my little bruder brought home friends. I was so proud of my little socially awkward sibling.
"Hey Luddie! Who's the cream puff?" I asked.
"He's not a cream puff and his name is Feliciano," Ludwig replied.
"Ve~Nice to meet you Gilbert!" The little auburn haired boy standing next to my brother replied.
"You too! Aren't you Lovino's little brother?" I asked, shaking his hand.
"Yup!"He grinned.
"My condolences," I mumbled, dragging myself upstairs.
"That was rude, East," I heard Ludwig say.
"Well, I spoke the truth,"I cackled, leaping up the stairs.
Homework be damned, I leaped to my nearest game console and picked a game at random.
After 5 hours of merciless assault on the 12 year old boys I play against, I was startled by a Skype call.
"Yo, Mattie, what's up?" I greeted.
"I need answers to page-"he started, sounding flustered.
"Wait, wait, wait. You know me well enough to know I don't do homework this early, even on a Monday," I laughed.
"Really, Gil, if I don't pass this quiz, my Mum will have my head," Matthew pouted.
His pout was the cutest thing ever, no joke.
"Please help me!" He begged again.
I folded to the cute pout of my friend and ended up doing my homework early.
"Mein Gott, Birdie! It's 12 already," I yawned.
"Well who didn't copy the notes in class like we were supposed to?" He raised his eye brow.
"You actually," I smirked.
"I was sick, for God's sake," he yelled throwing his arms in the air.
I heard a muffled talking from behind my best friend and then he blushed yelling "Shut up, Alfred! He isn't my boyfriend."
"Is Alfred being a dick again?" I asked, putting my elbow on the desk, leaning on my hand.
"He can't mind his own business, that's all," Matthew grumbled.
"Well he sure seemed to mind yours more! Have you ever thought about teasing him with the Russian kid?"I asked, remembering the blond, American superstar that was Alfred Kirkland-Jones and the tall scary Russian from the back of the class.
Matthew laughed.
"Now that you mentioned it, I have," his grin turning evil.
"Do tell," I replied.
Matthew launched into a big story that took us back to middle school about Ivan and Alfred, their awkward hate-love relationship, and their awkwardness now.
I was laughing so hard by the end of it, West poked his head in my door to see if I was still sane. He then harshly told me to get to bed because GroBvater would have my head.
"Night Mattie," I finished, stretching my arms.
"See you, Gil," he smiled, signing out.
Left alone with mein awesome thoughts, I quickly turned off the light, and flipped onto my nice bed.
Little did I know, this would be my last sleep before shit got real.