Heyo everyone! :) I started this a LONG time ago... I thought it'd be a quick finish but apparently my dumb brain can't make damned one-shots... So this is like a two-shot or something xD Sorry! And I saw a couple of these fanfics and I just wanted to make one xP
Pairing: PruCan (PrussiaxCanada)
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or its characters, Himaruya-Sensei does :)
Knock knock.
Matthew paused holding a ladle full of pancake mix above a readily heated pan. Placing the ladle-filled mix back into the bowl, he turned off the stove and covered the bowl of mix.
Knock knock.
"C-coming!" Matthew called out as he turned from the stove and hurried to the front door and opened it. Before him he saw Kiku standing with his arms resting before him, holding a laptop. His eyes rested on the laptop with a slowly raising eyebrow before looking back up at Kiku. With a smile, Matthew greeted him.
"Hello Kiku, good morning! Come on in, I'm going to make some pancakes, would you like some?"
" Ohayoo Matthew-san, and no thank you; I have eaten before coming."
Kiku bowed slightly as Matthew stepped aside to allow him to enter. After walking in, Matthew led Kiku to the kitchen as he turned the stove on again, "Please, sit!"
Kiku once again thanked Matthew, sitting down and placing his laptop gently on the table. He waited for Matthew as he cooked his breakfast, looking for a time to start his mission given to him by Elizabeta.
*flashback*
"Kiku!" An energetic Hungarian sang as she approached the quiet Japanese man.
" Oh, hello Elizabeta-san. How are you?"
"Great! I have a new mission for us! It's perfect!"
Elizabeta had her signature grin placed on her features, letting a squeal of excitement pass her lips before starting. " I think it's time we introduce a certain German and Canadian to Fanfiction!"
Kiku and Elizabeta looked at each other knowingly. How the expressions of the two would be once they read the multitudes of fanfiction about them.
" So Elizabeta-san, how are we doing this?"
"Tomorrow morning you will show our dear Matthew the wonders of fanfiction, and I'll take care of Gilbert."
Kiki nodded in agreement, it sounded simple; all there was to do was go through with it.
*end flashback*
Matthew finished cooking his breakfast as he sat down to eat. He made sure to converse with his guest since the other wasn't eating. Finally finishing his breakfast, Matthew quickly cleaned his dishes and sat down once again.
" So Kiku, what brings you to my home today?"
Matthew smiled happily at the Japanese man sitting opposite of him. Kiku nodded as he opened the screen of his laptop, waking the machine from it's slumber.
" Ah yes Matthew-san, one question. Are you aware of a website called 'Fanfiction'?"
Kiku started pulling up the website, as well as certain links that Elizabeta suggested he put together. Matthew blinked and his brows furrowed ever so slightly.
" Uhm, no sorry Kiku... I don't think I have... Why? What is it?"
Kiki nodded, " Do you remember that person who interviewed all the personifications of the nations, Himaruya-san?"
" Oh! Yes, what about him?"
" Well apparently he made an anime slash manga about us... Fanfiction is basically a fan based website for different things. Fans can pair their favorite characters and make up stories about them."
" So, you're saying people write stories about us?"
Kiki nodded. Matthew thought for a moment, he didn't understand why Kiku was telling him this.
" What does this have to do with me?"
" Ah yes, you Matthew-san are quite popularly paired with Gilbert-san."
" G-Gilbert?! W-why Gilbert? I mean our nations don't even have history with each other!"
" That may be true but you and Gilbert are best friends as individuals, are you not?"
Matthew didn't reply for a bit. Kiku was right. Though their nations had no history with each other, they as individuals were the best of friends. Kiku slid his laptop over to Matthew, Matthew's eyes focused on the screen and saw a tab opened to the Fanfiction page and a couple other tabs with different pairing fanfictions. Curious, Matthew looked through the tabs. There he saw different pairings that made him simply cringe or want to scream in horror. RusCan?! AmeCan?! UKCan?! Franada?! Ce que l'enfer!
The thought of being paired with Ivan made Matthew want to cry, scream, cringe, or all of the above. Being paired with his brother and one of his former caretakers is just weird... And Francis?! He practically raised him! Though it was possible on Francis' end but not his, plus Francis was like a big brother to him. Shaking his head, he exited out of those tabs and returned to the PruCan tab.
" My apologies Matthew-san but I must leave for business matters. Feel free to continue to look, please return my laptop to me whenever you're done."
" O-oh, alright. Thank you for stopping by Kiku!"
Kiku stood and bowed before excusing himself. Hearing the front door click shut, Matthew turned his attention back to the screen. He clicked a few of the links and skimmed through them. He was slightly touched that people actually remembered him to write about him, though sadly the fanfics were as normal. Him being ignored or mistreated. Matthew sighed, yes some were well written but they did make him disheartened a bit. As he continued to read, a blush dusted over his features. Gilbert and him kissing?! That's just...preposterous... Right?
Shaking his head at the thought, he continued his reading; his blush deepened. What in the world?! He and Gilbert... Doing... Oh dear God... Matthew quickly closed the screen, his face a deep red. He tried convincing himself that none of that would ever happen. He sighed, getting up and flopping down on the couch, taking off his glasses and slinging an arm over his eyes. Honestly he wouldn't mind doing a few of the lesser things with Gilbert, but he would never admit to it. Especially to his friend.
" Pensées stupides..." he muttered before drifting off into sleep despite having woken up a few hours ago.
A/N: Okay that's done :) Next chapter? Gilbert :D
French:
Ce que l'enfer! - What the hell!
Pensées stupides - stupid thoughts
Japanese:
Ohayoo - Morning