A/N: I have a few PruCan one-shots lying around on my desktop. I'll try to space them out so there aren't five PruCan stories in a row, but all of them are pretty short so there might be two in a row at some point.

SUMMARY: Gilbert tells Matthew to make him pancakes

(Have you noticed that my summaries suck yet?)


Making Pancakes

A PruCan one-shot

It had been a long, hard day filled with lying around, watching stupid movies, and being awesome. Gilbert was exhausted and hungry, having been too busy being awesome to make himself any food. He popped his head over the back of the couch, looking to see if Matthew was in the kitchen making dinner. Surprisingly, he wasn't.

"Birdie!" Gilbert called. He rolled off the couch and hit the floor with a loud thump. "Birdie, I'm hungry!" When there wasn't an answer, Gilbert hauled himself to his feet and began to slump around the house looking for Matt. He called out, his voice ringing through the house without any reply. He finally resorted to screaming Matthew's country name, to which there still was no answer. Gilbert finally just gave up and flopped back on the couch, his stomach growling persistently.

I wonder where he is, he thought. He had searched everywhere and all he had found was Kumajiro and Gilbird surfing the internet. What they were looking at, Gilbert didn't know because Kumajiro instantly shut down the web browser the minute he stuck his head through the door.

"Gilbert? I'm home!" There was a banging from the entryway as the door slammed. Gilbert hopped up and raced to the front door. There stood Matthew, his arms wrapped around brown paper grocery bags with ingredients for pancakes sticking out of the top. "We ran out of pancake mix so I had to go get more. You're aware that this is the fourth box of pancake mix I've had to buy in the last week, right?"

"That's because someone of this amount of awesome needs to consume pancakes every day," Gilbert replied, taking one of the bags from Matthew and carrying it to the kitchen. "That is why I'm requesting that you make me pancakes for dinner."

"Fine, as long as you help me out," Matt sighed as he unloaded the bags. He set out his ingredients and turned on the oven. He didn't actually expect Gilbert to help him make the pancakes, but he enjoyed his company too much to tell him to get out of the kitchen.

As Matt predicted, Gilbert stood on the sidelines being his awesome self, watching as the pancakes were flipped and cooked to a perfect golden brown. The pancakes were buttered and stacked on a plate and Matthew turned to Gilbert, clasping his hands together.

"Alright, now all we need is the syrup. Where is it again…?" He turned to the refrigerator and began to rummage. Gilbert smiled an evil little smile and crept up behind him. He leaned close to his ear.

"It's in my pants." Matt froze and Gilbert pulled away, suppressing a chuckle. Matthew slowly turned around, one eyebrow raised. "Come and get it, Mattie." Gilbert wiggled his eyebrows and tried hard not to laugh at his lover's expression. But, the next thing he knew, a hot pancake was connecting with his face, covering his cheek with melted butter. Gilbert's eyes widened as he realized that Matt had thrown the pancake at him and was now coating the rest of the stack in the syrup he had managed to find in the fridge. Matthew turned around, a smile breaking across his face and a small, amused laugh slipping through his lips. With the plate of pancakes in hand, Matt walked past Gilbert and pecked his butter-covered cheek.

"Come on, let's eat."


A/N: Reviews are appreciated!