More prucan! Because I Ike my OTPs more than I like a lot of things. Also language in this one.

Guess what I don't own? Hetalia, that's what.

Matthew walked sullenly down the street trailing after his brother, who, while he was not actually bigger, seemed to take up majority of the sidewalk. He spoke to his boyfriend in a loud voice, saying things that Matthew really didn't care enough to pay attention to. His brother's book was in his American flag striped bag and his boyfriend's was in his pocket. He liked having it on his person, he had told Matthew once.

Matthew's own book was clutched in his hand, the pages were crisp and clean and the cover wasn't as damaged as his brothers or his papa's. Alfred's book was dirty and beat up and the pages were wrinkled and stuck together sometimes and some had even fallen out towards the beginning. His brother's life story was beat up and well read and while it had bad parts, everybody else's story did too, and it was well liked. Sometimes complete strangers asked Matthew's brother if they could read his book. Matthews book had never been read, not even by his 'doting' 'older' brother who claimed to 'totally be there for you bro!' Had never even glanced at a page of Matthew's life story.

But in all honesty, thinking about that made Matthew depressed. He usually didn't even think about his lack of popularity in relation to his brother's, but he was having a bad day. Third wheeling was not on his list of favorite activities, but here he was, tagging behind the two again. But Matthew was snapped out of his reverie but someone large and solid knocking into him. He looked up and saw a told blonde man with blue eyes and a short skinny Italian with Amber eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Matthew muttered, scooting out of the way so they could pass.

"Lud! That was so totally unawesome! You could've said like excuse me to the poor kid!" Matthew looked up from where he had determinedly set his gaze on the sidewalk. A tall pale- no, he was albino- guy was staring right at him, but yelling at the guy with blonde hair, who turned. Matthew shuddered under his calculating gaze. 'That albino guy's gonna get his ass kicked.' He though to himself, 'but it was a nice thought.'

"Gilbert, stop acting like a child. There is nobody there." The man said and turned back to the little man who was clinging onto his arm. Matthew sighed. Why didn't people notice him?

"Sorry about that. Luddy's a dick sometimes." oh. The albino man was standing in front of him, one hand on his hio and the other clutching a book that he hand written the word 'awesome' all over the cover.

"Oh no, it's fine, it happens a lot." Matthew whispered. The guys shifted in front of him and held out his hand. It was a common gesture, used by a lot of people. But never to Matthew. He stared at the man's outstretched hand.

"C'mon, dude, aren't you going to give me your book? Because, you're pretty cute, but I don't have forever." He slowly handed over the pristine book, which the man opened.

"Wow, this doesn't look touched-oh." The albino looked up at him. "Names Gilbert. Is this the first time somebody's read your book?" Matthew nodded.

"Yeah people don't really... Go for me." He explained. "I'm Matthew."

"Tell you what, Matthew. Would you be totally awesome and let me borrow your book til dinner tonight?"

"Tonight? But I'm not going to a dinner tonight-"

"Until now, right? I'll see you at the Grill at six then." Matthew stared dumbfounded at Gilbert's back as he followed the blonde man, who was farther off in this distance.

"Wait!" He found the sense to yell. Gilbert turned. "I don't even have your book!" the other man's face darkened.

"That's nothing you want to read." He said and ran after the pair. Matthew turned to follow his brother and saw Alfred had actually waited for once. He watched his twin with an almost amused look.

"Who was that?" he asked. Matthew blushed.

"That was Gilbert." Alfred raised his eyebrow.

"You know him?" Matthew shook his head.

"Ah- no."

"And you just gave him your book?"

"I-I did, didn't I?" Matthew said, sounding amazed.

"He seemed like a serious douche." Alfred warmed his brother, even though he hadn't heard a word of the conversation. Mattie didn't need to know that.

"You would know." Matthew whispered, turning to follow his brother home.


A year later, Alfred still stood by his original premonition that Gilbert was an asshole. And Matthew still defended his boyfriend, who always stood right behind him, drinking an beer and making faces at Alfred behind the quieter twin's back. These nights out drinking never ended particularly well, but they were still fun.

One such night left the couple holding hands walking home, not drunk enough to be saying and singing but still definitely drunk.

"Hey Gil?" Matthew turned to his albino boyfriend, who nuzzled his cheek in turn.

"Mm. Yeah birdie?" Matthew took a deep breath.

"Can I read your book?" The pale skinned man froze. They had been going out for nearly a year and the Canadian still had not even glanced inside the book that held Gilbert's life story.

"Birdie."

"Gil."

"You'll leave me." Gilbert said softly, brushing the pad of his thumb across Matthews cheek. "I've done- oh god I don't even want to- No birdie. I'm sorry. I-I can't- You can't- you're the best thing I've ever had." At the end of his refusal, his heavily accented voice began to crack.

"Gil." Matthew said softly. The man's red eyes were still affixed to the ground. "Gilbert. Look at me." Reluctantly, he did. "Miel, you could be an axe murderer and I would still love you. Honest. Probably." Gilbert chuckled dryly.

"I'm not an axe murderer." He took a strained breath. You have to promise not to leave me and- and yeah. You can read it. I don't wanna be there though." Matthew pressed a kiss to Gilbert's temple.

"Je t'aime tellement, tellement. I won't leave you." He murmured. Gilbert sighed.

"Ich liebe dich auch."


So a little bit of shameless fluff and angst. Idk. Suggested tigons for pairs/ AU's? I'm working on another prucan but I like others too.

miel- french,honey

Je t'aime tellement, tellement- french, I love you so so much

ich liebe dich auch- I love you too, German