AN: So, the last chapter was meant as a oneshot and was marked as complete however 5 people followed it so I decided to write another chapter. This has pre-established PruCan but it isn't a real main point in the oneshot so it shouldn't matter all that much other than Prussia's a main character in this.

Matthew and Gilbert down the hallway chatting amongst themselves and Gilbert's arm resting on Matthew's shoulders. They were at a world meeting and it was break time as Ludwig had called it so he could get a break so he didn't snap all of the disruptive nations' necks. They were headed towards the kitchens to see what they could scavenge out of there because the snacks in the break room were "unawesome."

"Matteo!" A voice called from behind them and they turned around.

Romano Italy was making his way towards them, his usual frown set in his face.

Instantly, Gilbert stepped protectively in front of his boyfriend. He glared down at the Italian who matched his glare.

"What do you want with my Birdie?" Gilbert sneered, his red eyes flashing dangerously.

"What business is that to you, idiota?" Lovino replied coldly.

Matthew pushed Gilbert out of the way and set himself between the two and smile politely at Lovino, "What's up, Lovino?"

Gilbert sputtered at the casual reply from his boyfriend. Usually Matthew got nervous when approached by a nation he didn't usually talk to or was afraid of like Russia. However, Matthew seemed just as comfortable talking to the nasty Italian as he would be talking to America.

"Have you seen that bastard Spain?" Lovino asked. "He stole all of the tomatoes and pasta from the break room and Feli is throwing a fit."

"Eh, no, sorry, I haven't seen him since we left the meeting room. We're going to the kitchens right now. You can join us and see if there's any tomatoes or pasta in there."

Lovino nodded, "Si, I'll join you, Feli without his pasta is even more irritating than normal."

Matthew chuckled, "Yeah, I know."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Prussia exclaimed. "Since when have you two been buddies?
Romano looked at him with a bored expression, "Since before he met you, dumbass."

"B-but-"

"Can we go now?" Lovino looked at Canada with a bored expression. "I don't have time for your idiota boyfriend to understand things. Veneziano will kill someone for pasta and Germany could be that someone although frankly I wouldn't mind is that potato bastard died."

"Don't talk about my bruder like that!" Gilbert shouted at Lovino. "He may not be as awesome as the awesome me but he's more awesome than you!"

Lovino just stared at him with an unimpressed expression before walking away towards the way they were going. Canada gave Gilbert a stern look before following the Italian. Prussia was stunned for a moment before following the two.

"I heard about the protest last week," Matthew commented casually as they walked.

"Yeah, stupid people," Lovino rolled his eyes. "They don't understand that they're doing absolutely nothing but aggravating people and me. Fucking idiots."

Matthew nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I understand."

Gilbert listened to their casual conversation, intrigued by the friendship. Lovino was usually a very rude, uncensored nation who was pissed off by anything and everyone. Canada was as opposite as someone could get. It was weird to say the least.

"Hey, idiota," Lovino growled getting Prussia's attention. "Would you mind not walking so close?"

Indeed Gilbert had gotten a bit too close and had his head hovering between the two.

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting you two with my pure awesomness," Gilbert amended with little-to-no sincerity before falling back behind them.

Lovino sighed and rolled his eyes, "Out of all the stupid nations you could've chosen to fuck, it had to be the dumbest of them all."

"At least I'm not fucking my father figure," Gilbert retorted without missing a beat.

Lovino stopped and turned around, his eyes narrowed dangerously," You want to repeat that, bastardo?"

Canada sighed as he watched his boyfriend and one of his good friends start to argue. He they hated each other and dreaded the day that they both would be stuck alone with him. However, there wasn't much he could do so he continued on his journey to the kitchen although he was pretty sure that by that point they were lost and headed in the wrong direction.

Gilbert and Lovino continued arguing, neither noticing the lack of Canadian. They just continued throwing insults back and forth, the insults getting worse in quality as they continued. It was Lovino who noticed the lack of Canada first.

"Where'd Matteo go?" Lovino asked looking around the hallway.

Gilbert joined him in looking around the hallway, their argument temporarily forgotten, but there was no sign of his boyfriend.

And then they heard the loud shout of, "America, you bastard!" coming from the direction they were headed and both snapped into gear and ran towards the shout. They ran into an intersection and rounded the right corner and was met with the source of the shout.

Cuba was pinning Matthew to the wall by his throat. Matthew was weakly struggling against the other nation's hold but was failing and was losing air fast. His eyelids started to flutter shut and his grip on Cuba's arm fell.

"Get off of him, you stupid Cuban bastard!" Lovino shouted.

Gilbert leapt forward and pounced on the nation like a cat, tackling him to the ground. Lovino quickly ran to grab Matthew as he fell from the grip on his throat and onto the ground.

"That Canada, you dumkopf!" Gilbert shouted and aimed a punch at Cuba's face. "Remember that next time or I'll rearrange your face!"

Cuba looked over to where Canada was slowly regaining consciousness and realized his mistake, "Oh damn, not again. I'm sorry, Matthew. I won't happen again, I swear."

"It better not fucking happen again, bastard," Lovino growled as he walked over to where Cuba was still pinned under Gilbert. He narrowed his eyes, "If I've found you've hurt Matteo against, you'll learn what true pain is."

Cuba, knowing about Lovino's past experience with the mafia, nodded quickly, "I swear, I swear!"

Gilbert got off of Cuba and the nation ran away.

"Bastard," Gilbert and Lovino muttered at the same time. They looked at each other and a silent truce passed between them.

They both turned and helped Matthew to his feet.

"Thanks, guys," Matthew thanked them politely even though in the back of his mind he knew that it wouldn't have happened in the first place if they hadn't started arguing.

"It would've been totally unawesome if I didn't help my Birdie," Gilbert flashed him a cheeky smirk.

Lovino huffed, "Bastard shouldn't have any issue recognizing you now. But, if he does, I'll remind that culo that you are not your brother."

And they continued their journey to the kitchen.

Unsurprisingly Cuba never mixed up Matthew for Alfred again.

AN: Please leave a review telling me if you like this idea and want me to continue with the oneshots based off it. Thanks for reading :)