I really ship the PruCan pairing and wanted to do one after I wrote down in my last fanfic that Canada was complaining about Prussia demanding to sleep over. I seemingly fell in love with this pairing when I read a few fanfics on it, and found it adorable that Prussia calls him "Birdie". /NO! MY UKE IS SHOWING! ^J^/ Oh well, enough of my blabbing, here's the story.
Oh important! I switch between the name Prussia/Gilbert throughout the story, so don't think there are any typos!
I do not own anything.
Canada's POV
'Not again, must he always drudge himself here at three in the morning?' It's not that I have anything against Gilbert staying here, it's just he comes by so often! I don't know what to do anymore, I mean, I could call Alfred again. But he always calls me a wimp to not put up with "another bragging country" even though he doesn't know what its like! I don't get enough respect as it is, and when Gilbert comes along with his ranting and name calling...I don't know what to do. I feel so lame trying to cover up my weakness around him. Most people don't have a crazy red-eyed, albino country following them around all the time! They also don't understand that Gilbert is the only one besides my brother that really notices me, and my brother doesn't even notice me half the time.
He's not all that bad; I actually know some of his weak spots besides beer. (I think that's a German/Prussian thing.) He actually really loves my cooking, and enjoys walks in the forest. I've also noticed that he sort of gets jealous when I hang out with Cuba. Gilbert's a nice guy and all, but you just have to get past his "awesomeness" as he puts it, to see his good heart!
I walked down the stairs as the banging commenced on the door was rapidly getting faster. He seemed to get more and more anxious to see me lately, dropping by at least once a week. Usually, he is either hungry and wants food, or wants a place to stay when he comes over. This is nothing new to me, but I just wish he would be a little quieter. It's almost three in the morning, and I know that's roughly a seven hour difference between where we each live...But he acts like it's perfectly fine for me to lack in sleep!
Sometimes I just can't stand that country, but at the same time...I think I sort of admire him. No one makes fun of him, and the most physical violence that he gets is maybe a beer bottle to the head or Hungary with her frying pan. How does he be noticed by everyone? Most people try to stay away from "the bad touch trio", or France, Spain, and Prussia. Italy has no problem with France or Spain because they are his big brothers, but even he's afraid of Prussia. Germany was practically raised by Gilbert so it never was a problem for him, and Prussia even gave Germany the nickname "West". I think because his country is west of Prussia, thus the nickname "West". Though the nickname he gave me...ugh, well it's not exactly...normal. He decided to nickname me "Birdie", reasons unknown.
"I'm coming...hold on a moment!"
Yelling out to Gilbert was sort of pointless, but it made me feel noticed I guess. As I reached my door, and unlocked it's double locking system, (I admit it, I am paranoid that someone is going to break in!) I prepared for an outburst of yelling. But instead, I got a sopping wet, (it was raining), country with his head hung. When Gilbert looked up, I could tell that he had been crying. His eyes were puffy and filled with so much anguish I could've sworn that you could feel it in the air. Never had I ever seen Prussia in so much hurt! Walking a few steps forward, he never broke his gaze on me. His piercing red eyes could've seen straight to the frightened soul I have!
"Um-uh, Gilbert...uh, a-are you okay?"
Still slowly advancing, he stood only two inches away from me. I could feel myself trembling, what was Gilbert going to do? To my surprise though, even at his range where I could feel his breathe on my face, he didn't say anything. Instead he just leaned his head into my shoulder and spoke a sentence that I never thought I would ever hear. Not even my own brother said it to me when he was broken and I saved him.
"You are all I have left...I need you."
I was in shock. That's all I could feel was shock, running through my whole body. This man that I looked up to, the one that could make me to smile even when I was about to burst, was defeated. Prussia the awesome was defeated and broken.
"I have nothing, absolutely nothing. I am so alone now Matthew...so damn alone."
As soon as that sentence brushed my ears in a low whisper, I reached around at rubbed his back. Gilbert NEVER used my first name, nor did he have the urge to hug me (or at least I think so). But I guess he did because the next I know he pulled me in and hugged me tightly. His arms were wrapped securely around my waist and back. Not even my brother could give me a half-hearted hug, and when he did it was always a "bro-hug". Yet, I guess when someone's broken, they do things they'd never think of doing. Well, Prussia probably thought of it but didn't because I'd always run off before he could get close to me. This was the closest I think I had ever been to anyone not related to me...and...And I think I enjoyed it.
Slipping my arms up around the taller mans neck; I pulled Prussia close to me. We stood there, hugging each other for a couple of minutes, before Prussia lifted his head from my shoulder. Staring into my eyes, I couldn't help but be lost in his deep red ones. Naturally my self conscious would kick in and tell me to leave that situation before anything bad happened. Of course I stayed there, and entirely ignored my conscious that is screaming at me that something bad IS going to happen.
"Heh...Birdie, you are too nice to someone as bad as me."
"You're not bad! Don't say that about yourself."
Snickering, I swear he could hear my conscious by now, as it screamed for me to leave. Gilbert smiled at me, still unable to control his laughter. Then, I know that my heart stopped when he said this to me.
"Really, if not...kiss me. Unless you want me to kiss you."
Leaning in, Prussia pressed his forehead to mine. I know that I must have been the color as my flag because Prussia said and did something that would change my life.
"You must have a fever, you're so red...Allow me to fix that...kesekesekese..."
His breath was tinged with a slight beer scent, but I didn't even notice it. His face was so fricking close I knew that if I moved, our lips would brush. I guess it was too late to try to move away though, because soon after that thought...It happened. Gilbert tilted his head and pressed his lips to mine. Not very softly but at the same time, it wasn't a rough kiss. I couldn't help myself and kissed him back; allowing him to pull our already close bodies closer. Parting my lips slightly, Prussia slipped his tongue into my mouth, rubbing it along mine. I knew I really shouldn't even hugged Gilbert because he would try something...but I couldn't help it.
I really liked being around him, and I knew that when he was grumpy that Cuba came to visit...it's because he felt like he never got to be alone with me. Sure we had our time together, but we never really had a chance to go on a nice walk without being interrupted. We never had a chance to sit in front of a warm fire and talk, or go and hang out somewhere. Prussia began to pull away, gripping my tongue in his mouth as he withdrew. Giving my lips one last lick, he stared into my eyes with a look that was nonetheless lust. I learned what that was from my "father" France...that gives me shivers down my spine to remember those days. Whispering to me, a thread of saliva hung between our lips.
"Lets go inside...It's may be fun in the rain, but the shower's much warmer."
If everyone gets one chance to run away from anything, I should've run from this. I don't know whether I was going to collapse or pass out when he said that. But I guess I did both, cause I don't remember anything after that.
