So. I don't know if anyone even remembers who the heck I am, but I'll get right to the chase. Basically, I've given myself an extremely long hiatus so that I can focus on school and whatnot. But this semester, I am taking a creative writing class. Naturally, my goal is to scare my teacher as much as possible through my writing without writing anything too drastic. Now that I've covered that, let me explain this pairing.

You see, a while back, I created a crack pairing called "Pruba". Yes, that's Prussia x Cuba, folks. And this pairing has become the only pairing that I ship at all. The reason behind this is unknown even to myself because I don't like romance in the least. Nevertheless, I have grown to be quite obsessed with Pruba, and so this has leaked into my writing. So this was originally a journal entry in my creative writing class. We had to write a two hundred thirty-two word story. So I chose Pruba. Naturally.

Now, let me put this out here. I'm not supposed to write FanFiction in that class, so I have to do human AUs for everything I write in there. So in this story, both Prussia and Cuba are human, as much as it pains me to say it. I don't normally write using their human names, but...yeah. That's what you get in creative writing. And yes, I'm well aware that my author's note is longer than my actualy story. Deal with it.

Hello. My name is Verka Serduchka. Me English nicht verstehen. Let's speak dance—!

I apologize. Verka has been dealt with accordingly. There was once a man. His name was José. This man was large, and he was Cuban. Need I say more? Cubans are awesome. So you should shower José with all your love. Because Cubans. And…and CUBANS.

Anyway, this man—José—was in love. The apple of his eye was manifested in a man with bright red eyes and stark white hair. This albino's name was Gilbert, and Gilbert was Prussian. Because Prussians are awesome and irresistible.

So one day, José went to see Gilbert. He brought flowers—roses and carnations—because he felt like it. So then, Gilbert answered the door, and José presented the flowers to him. Gilbert squealed uncharacteristically and like a little girl.

"Like, oh, my gosh! No way!" he yelled at José with a big smile on his face. He sounded slightly Polish. José didn't know why.

Gilbert threw his arms around José with all the girlish glee he could muster and whispered "I love you," to José over and over again.

José was so happy. He couldn't believe that Gilbert loved him so much. José hugged the other man back, sobbing happily into his shoulder. He knew that there could never be a happier moment, and for that, he thanked all the Hispanic spirits.

Um...I don't really know. I'm sorry. But my new headcanon for Prussia is that because part of his land was given to Poland when Prussia was dissolutioned, he developed a Valley Girl accent that comes out in times of great passion. So yeah. There's that. As for the rest of it...I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. But I didn't want this to go to waste because...well, look at it. It's a goldmine of Pruba, no?

(I'm sorry. I'm weird.)

So...yeah. Review and tell me if you've felt the pull of Pruba yet. Or not. It's up to you, really.