Hello there, lovely people! Before you read this, let me just start by saying that I wrote this...almost three years ago. I found it in my notes and decided, "Why the heck not?" So here I am with a terribly-written PruCan fanfic. Please enjoy my suffering.

Gilbert yawned and folded his hands behind his head and kicked his feet up on the table. He smirked slightly at the chaos he had started in the world meeting room; calling out embarrassing things about the other nations apparently starts a mini-war between them. A laugh escaped Gilbert as a baseball came whizzing past him, courtesy of Alfred. The self-proclaimed hero pouted and sprinted after it.

Gilbert grew slightly bored of the fiasco, and turned his attention to whatever caught it. The lucky winner was a figure in the corner of the room, quiet and not joining in on the fights and arguments. Gilbert wondered who the person was...and why there was a polar bear in his arms. He saw that the man closely resembled America, but Gil could tell that it wasn't him; he was far too silent and timid-looking to be the boastful, loud-mouthed Alfred. Deciding to investigate further, he removed himself from his comfortable position and made his way over to him, careful to avoid objects flying by.

As he approached the figure, he looked up at Gilbert. He received an apologetic look from the blond. "I'm sorry, if you're looking for Alfred, he's over that way." He looked back down, assuming that the albino would turn and go away. To his surprise, he didn't.

"Ja, I realize that. He's really loud!" He then gave a peculiar laugh that sounded like something along the lines of "Kesesese~!" The blond tilted his head slightly at it.

"Anyway, I'm the awesome Gilbert! I am also the personification of the awesome country that is Prussia!" He extended his hand down towards him. The other only stared, speechless, his mouth slightly agape. Gilbert stood there awkwardly. He cleared his throat and chuckled a bit. "Now you take my hand and tell me your name."

He quickly shook his head to clear it, muttering a small apology. He grasped his hand weakly, a tiny smile showing on his features. "I-I'm… Matthew. I represent Canada." Matthew was still trying to grow accustomed to the fact that another person was speaking to him. The only other conversations he usually had were with Kuma…something, and when people mistook him for Alfred.

Gilbert grinned brightly. "Hiya, Matthew! I'm glad you didn't forget how to talk." He sat down beside Matthew and leaned against the wall, stretching his legs out in front of him. He looked out at the sea of people. "Wonder when they'll cool down. Probably a little while," he snickered.

Matthew sighed. "They do fight a lot. They get mad so easily…" He then rested his chin on the palm of his hand, staring out at the arguing nations. They were seeming to calm slightly, but the fighting and yelling had yet to cease.

A small silence settled between them. Kuma was gnawing on a small fish snack Matthew had brought for him, and not paying attention to anyone or anything else. Gilbert pondered about something that he could say to break the quiet.

"Hey… so, um, what kind of things do you do? You talk to a lot of people?" Gilbert turned his head to face the Canadian.

"Well… not really. People don't see me often, or mistake me for Alfred… I guess because I look like him, but I'm really quiet. When we're in the same room nobody realizes I'm here." Matthew looked slightly downcast but quickly covered it up with a small smile. "But I'm used to it now, I suppose. It doesn't bother me as much as it used to."

Gilbert looked at him with slight surprise. "They don't see you or something?" Matthew shook his head. "Ouch. That must suck. Have you ever tried getting attention?"

"I don't really think I need people to notice me anymore. If the others suddenly started talking to me a lot I would probably be a bit overwhelmed." He chuckled quietly. "Like when you came up to me, I had absolutely no idea what to say."

Gilbert laughed a bit. "Sorry, I guess. You just looked really lonely over here in the corner by yourself. I mean, apart from the polar bear." He pointed to Kuma. "What's with that anyway?"

Matthew glanced down at the bear in his arms. "Oh, him? He's just my pet. We just… quietly share the same space. He doesn't remember me either."

"Geez, can nobody remember you?" he questioned, knitting his eyebrows in confusion.

Matthew shook his head a little. "It appears not. I think I'm just too boring to remember…"

Gilbert tilted his head slightly. "You don't seem boring. Why would you think that?"

Matthew blinked in surprise. "You…you don't think so?"

"Of course not! You seem pretty cool, Mattie!" He let out another bout of his peculiar laugh, causing Matthew to giggle slightly.

A small flash of yellow caught Matthew's eye. He squinted, and Gilbert turned his head to see what he was looking at. His face lit up. "Hey, it's Gilbird! You're back!" He held out his hand, and to Matthew's surprise, a little yellow chick landed on it.

"Is that…a bird?"

Gilbert grinned. "Yup! I named him Gilbird after the awesome me!" The bird let out a peep in acknowledgement. Matthew moved his face closer in curiosity. The little yellow bird hopped to the edge of Gilbert's palm to get a closer look at his features.

"It's cute." A soft smile graced Matthew's lips. Gilbird fluttered his wings and flew up to the top of his head, causing him to laugh a bit.

Gilbert chuckled. "I think he likes you. More than me, maybe." Gilbird chirped, snuggling down into Matthew's soft hair. Gilbert pouted. "Wow, thanks buddy." Matthew laughed more.

"You've got a cute laugh," Gilbert said, smiling at how Matthew's cheeks were tinted pink.

"N-no I don't…" He started at the ground, his blush growing.

"Yea, I like it! Y'know, I don't see how people don't talk to you. You're an awesome person! And don't you try to deny it." Gilbert gently removed the little bird from Matthew's hair before he fell asleep. It would be a bit more difficult if he did that.

The Canadian was surprised. First Gilbert came over to talk to him, and now he was saying that he was enjoying their conversation? He thought it must be a dream.

Elizabeta had noticed the two earlier and was quietly sitting at a distance with Kiku, cameras at the ready in case something happened.

Matthew and Gilbert didn't notice, however, too preoccupied with their conversation. Neither of them paid attention to the German walking up to them. He waited a few moments for Gilbert to see him, but cleared his throat when it became apparent that wasn't going to happen. Gilbert quickly looked up to see his younger brother with his arms crossed.

"Hey, West! Had fun with the chaos?" Gilbert snickered quietly at Ludwig's unamused expression.

"Gilbert, I do not appreciate what you did earlier. Do you realize how long it took to calm them down? More hours than I hoped to spend. This was supposed to be a serious meeting-"

"Yea, yea, but that never happens. I just caused the madness a few minutes earlier than normal. Anyway, this is my new friend. Say hi, Birdie!"

Matthew looked at Gilbert curiously at the new nickname. "Why 'Birdie'?" he questioned.

"Well because birds are awesome, and mine seems to like you! And it suits you, because it's cute!" Gilbert beamed at his logic. Matthew giggled slightly.

Ludwig cut in. "Ja, anyway." He turned his attention back to his brother. "Meeting's over. Time to go home."

Gilbert pouted. "But why? I'm talking, here!" He reached to his side and pulled the Canadian into a gentle hug, causing him to let out a small surprised squeak. Gilbert stuck his tongue out at Ludwig.

"Gilbert, I do not have time for this. It is late, and we need to go home." Ludwig sighed.

A few moments of silence, and Gilbert finally gave in. "Oh, fine. Sorry, Birdie, gotta go. Talk to ya later, okay?"

Matthew gave a tiny nod. "And it's fine if you forget eventually…"

Gilbert laughed. "Nah, I can't forget you. I've got your number now, anyway!" He held up his phone before shoving it in his back pocket. "If it does happen, I'll just call and remember again, problem solved."

"O-okay." Matthew smiled again. "I guess…I'll see you later, then."

Gilbert nodded. "Course you will! Now I seriously need to go, West is getting pissed at me." He chuckled and winked at Matthew before running off and leaving the now near-empty room.

Matthew stared at the door for a good few minutes before a large smile took its place on his face. He got up and gathered his things, figuring he should leave as everyone else was. He replayed his favorite moments of their conversation over in his head, causing him to laugh every once in a while. He received an odd look from Alfred, but he didn't care. He still couldn't take in the fact that someone would talk to him for so long and not leave.

Finally heading to the door, Matthew looked back at the spot they had sat on. Even if he did slip from Gilbert's memory eventually, he had enjoyed the short time they spent talking. He pushed open the large double doors and exited the building, heading to his car and preparing to go home.

Jesus Christ, it was so hard not to tamper with this. I so desperately wanted to change a lot of it because I write differently now but I had made the decision beforehand that I'd leave it as it was written.

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