Prussia didn't believe in pajamas.
He always gave a disdainful look to Canada's red sweatpants and tee, or Germany's solemn pinstriped sleepwear. He scorned the superhero t-shirts and McDonald's lounge pants favoured by America, turned up his nose at the Italians' baby-blue footie pajamas, and shunned the pale pink sweats and bunny slippers that Russia (and therefore the unwilling Baltics) wore to bed. England's purple nightshirt and stocking cap, China's ratty scrubs-style PJs, Japan's flannel nightie, and Spain's frilly nightgown (he claimed it was more comfortable) never failed to elicit disgust from the albino.
Prussia wasn't enough of a whore to sleep starkers like France. But whenever he loudly proclaimed that pajamas were for wimps, sprawled across Canada's couch, Canada informed him that he was just looking for an excuse to parade around in his boxers.
"But you like it," Prussia would always smirk, twisting and stretching his arms over his head to give Canada the full view. Canada, who was usually lying on the floor next to the couch, would automatically reach up and trail his hand down the pale abs, and Prussia would lean down and capture the Canadian's lips with his own, and Canada would pull Prussia down to the floor with him, and soon enough pajamas vs. boxers wouldn't be an issue because all clothing in the room was in a pile in the corner.
And that was why Prussia let Canada think that he didn't believe in pajamas.
THE END.
A/N: TO THE PEOPLE WHO CAN ACTUALLY DRAW, CAN SOMEONE DRAW ME SPAIN TEASING ROMANO WHEN THEY'RE BOTH IN THEIR PJ'S AND MESSAGE ME A LINK? NIGHTGOWNS ARE SO TOTALLY SPAIN AND ROMANO IN FOOTIE PAJAMAS IS ADORABLE IN SO MANY WAYS I MIGHT DIE.
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