Tarantulas Part 1 (CanadaxPrussia)

"Oh Mattie~" the German called out from the bathroom. Said Canadian was already curled up in bed, buried under the fluffy covers. "What?..." he called out quietly.

"Come take a shower with me~"

"...No..."

Gilbert pouted. "Why not?"

"Because I already took a shower..."

He thought for a moment. "...well come take another one!"

"I said no..." Canada said, slightly annoyed.

"How about a bath then? I'll wash your back for you~" Quick, light, footsteps made their way to the bathroom. "With the maple-syrup-scented soap?..." Canada squeaked, cracking the door open.

"Only if you bathe with me~"

"...Fine." He let out a small yelp as the Germany pulled him inside, locking the door. "W-why'd you lock the door?..." He asked, reaching for the doornob before having his hand slapped away.

"You can open the door when we're done." Just now glancing at the albino, he realized that he was already naked. Which meant...

"...Gilbert..." Canada took a step back.

"Yes, Birdie~?" Prussia moved foward.

"D-Don't you dare..." His back was pressed against the wall.

"Don't I dare what~?" The albuino pinned him against the wall, restricting his movement.

"You know what." Matthew squirmed, and turned a dark red as he felt a hand tug his shirt. "W-We've been through this already.

"We have? I don't recall..." Gilbert smirked, and began to undress the Canadian, who in turn began to thrash about.

"I-I can undress myself! G-Gil!..."


Matthew sat in the warm water of the tub, defeated and miffed. More embarrassed than anything. "Aw, what's wrong, Birdie?" Matthew crossed his arms and turned away. "Mattie?..."

"Leave me alone..." He said quietly. He felt arms wrap around his torso and pull him close to the body behind him. "I said leave me alone, Gil..."

"What's wrong?..." Gilbert dragged his fingers down his chest, causing Matthew to shiver. "Y-You know I don't like it when you undress me..."

"You let me do it last night..."

"...T-That's a whole other story..." He mumbled quietly, blushing dark.

"But you still let me do it, right?"

"...Right..."

"Case closed. Now let me wash your back."

"Can you use the yellow washcloth? Please?..." The Canadian asked quietly. "It's my favorite washcloth..."

"What's so special about it?"

"It's extra soft..." There was a silence between the two.

"...extra soft? Really?"

"...yes..."

"Do they even make those?"

"Y-Yes!"

"...whatever you say then..." He reached for the yellow, "extra fluffy" washcloth, and poured Mattie's favorite soap on it. Matthew waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, before he began to grow impatient. "What's taking so long?" He asked, turning around. He was confused when he saw the German's face. It was incredibly pale, like paler than it usually is, his eyes were widened and staring at the top corner of the wall. "Uh...Gil?..." He waved his hand in front of the German's face, recieving no response. Wondering what had him so frightened, he followed his gaze to the corner.

And sitting there in the corner was a big, fuzzy tarantula, staring right back at them.

Of course, Matthew was startled. (Who wouldn't be? Like just imagine taking a bath/shower and looking up to see an effing tarantula on your ceiling.) The more he watched it, the less scary it became. Matthew let out a small giggle. "It's kinda cute~"

Gilbert still had his eyes glued on the spider, as he began to tremble.

Matthew sighed and climbed out of the tub. "I'll get it out of here." He headed to the kitchen for a bowl and a magazine. Just as he found the perfect large bowl, a earsplitting, blood-curling screech sounded from the bathroom, followed by a lot of splashing. "Gilbert!" He ran back to the bathroom to find the German curled up in the corner under his towel. "Where is it?..." he asked, after discovering it was no longer on the wall. "L-Look down..." Came a small voice from the German.

Sighing, Matthew looked down at the tub, and smiled when he found that fuzzy spider crawling on the side. He knelt down to pick up the spider with the magazine.

"Hey!"

"What now, Gil?..."

"That's my Playboy magazine!"

"..." Ignoring him, the Canadian picked up the tarantula with the magazine and trapped it with the bowl

"NOOOOOO! I CAN NEVER READ IT AGAIN!...or eat from that bowl...ew..."

Smiling, Matthew headed to his bedroom and put down the magazine to open the window. "Here, I'll let you breathe..." He removed the bowl before opening the window. Turning back to the magazine...

"...it's gone..."


A/N

This is my first story! Please tell me how I did!

I don't know if washcloths can be extra soft. But this is a fanfic. So if Mattie says it exists, then it exists in this story. Should I continue this in another chaper?

Please, I need ideas! So in the comments (or PM me), please tell me what fear i should write about next, along with the character(s) you would like it to be about! I'm working on another story, this one will be about America and Russia, and one of them has a fear of water. Thanks for reading~!

~MidnightLunatic