With Love, From Prussia

by Mint-Tea-And-Lemon-Cookies

Prussia has loved Canada for a VERY long time, and with France at his side, he WILL confess his feelings, he WILL kiss the hell out of the Canadian, and he WILL love the blonde in every way possible, as long as he is happy, and in his arms. Rated M for language and later chapters *wiggles eyebrows*

1. Chapter 1

A/N: I finally came up with an actually story! That I'm going to update every Saturday. Because I'm responsible. I'm so excited! I hope you guys enjoy...

Canada was like his Papa in many ways. He looked the part of being the son of the country of Love, and his ability to love anyone made it pretty damn obvious. But there were other things that only close friends of France and Canada could point out. Like how France and Canada both cared for England and America more than themselves, or how they both spoke choppy French when they were flustered.

But Prussia could point out more hidden stuff then that. Like how France used to cry himself to sleep when England first took his little Canadian away. How Canada's eyes tinted royal blue when he cried, or how he actually didn't eat pancakes every meal. Damn stereotypes.

Could England make France laugh on the dime? Maybe, but could America make Canada laugh so hard he would fall over with just one look? No, of course not. Prussia was best friends with the Country of Love, and deeply in love with his best friend's son. Did America and England or even France know that Canada smelled like England's green tea from living with him so long? Or that Prussia visited Canada in a damn snowstorm, just because he had heard that the Canadian's power had gone out? Hell, the German had shown up, knee-high in snow with a suitcase full of blankets and scarfs, and a battery operated heater. Canada had let him in instantly, and made hot chocolate from scratch just for the German. Just for him.

And God dammit, Prussia even knew how high Canada's sex drive was, due to getting the lightweight drunk once. Prussia was undeniably in love with Canada. Gilbert was forever interested in Matthew, and he knew that he had France's blessing. France couldn't trust Prussia or Spain any more then he already did, because damn, that was a lot of trust, especially for a Frenchman.

So Prussia rose from his desk, shouting a goodbye to his blonde little brother, and marched out his door, calling an airport to take him to Vancouver, where his adorable love interest was probably sleeping like the angel he was.