AN: Archery is pretty fun... besides the fact that my aim wasn't worth bear scat. Hurts like a freakin' bitch when the string snaps against any part of your body. Trust me. Classmate showed me a bruise she got. It was sooo not pretty. xD Just learned that my classmate punched a bee to death. Don't know how to react to that.


So Great to be Prussian

Warnings: AU. Prussia, Canada. PruCan. Human names used.


"MOTHER FUCKING!" The tall man heaved in a deep breath, one hand clutching at his arm. He stared down at the ground, his bangs hiding his tearing eyes from few as he chewed on his bottom lip, fighting the pain that was finally subsiding in his arm. Deep breathes, deep breathes… He told himself in his mind as he took in another heaving breath (which looked more like a desperate gasp for air in Matthew's opinion), and looked at the bruise on his arm.

Matthew leaned forward, stared at the purple expanse of Gilbert's forearm before looking at the bow and arrows thrown to the ground. He just doesn't listen. He shook his head before lightly grabbing Gilbert's arm for closer inspection. Argh… He gently twisted the arm to the side, didn't miss the faint hiss of pain. It looks like he fell from a ten-story building and landed on his arm. "I'm going to get the arm guard, okay?"

"No! That's so… I can do this!"

Matthew stopped halfway, looked over his shoulder at the very prominent wound before rolling his eyes. He continued over to the equipment manager. "I rather have you be able to do this without internal bleeding." He turned back to the small Asian handling the equipment, didn't need to say anything and was just handed the arm guard with a sympathetic look.

He sighed.

With the grace of a nurse or a doctor, the blonde quickly fastened the guard onto Gilbert who was pointedly looking away. He gave it a light pat before picking up the Prussian's bow and arrow. "Remember to bend your elbow a bit and twist it first." He chided, a furrow in his eyebrows as he stepped back, Gilbert raising the bow and aiming.

He let it free, the string snapping back into place, and the arrow flying… flying… and flying over the target. Matthew bowed his head, a smirk on his face as Gilbert's face remained stoic. The albino rubbed the side of his face, fingers running over the bandage there before turning to Matthew.

"So… how many points is that?"

"Let's just say that if there was a bear charging at us… I'm using you as a human shield."

Gilbert turned back to the target, tongue prodding at the inside of his cheek as he mused over what he just heard. "I'll take that as no points." He said at last, heard the whistle, and went to pick up his arrows. Most of which never even made it to the target, let alone touch it.

Well, he tried at least…

He made it back, set his arrows back into the tackle and placed a hand onto his hip. "This is…" The older man trailed off, unsure of what to say about his archery lessons. Or skills. He scratched his hair, one red eye narrowing in thought. "This is interesting."

"I think it's pretty funny from a spectator point of view."

"Oh shut up."

"And you keep complaining about how I don't vocalize enough during sex." He let out a nervous giggle when his lover gave him that look. The one that says that he went a bit too far and that he should shut up now before somebody breaks down crying. Usually Alfred, but it can apply to anybody. He shrugged sheepishly, a small knit in his brows. "N-Not something I should say in public. Sorry."

Gilbert gave the younger male one more glare before it abruptly softened and he let out a soft laugh. He picked up one arrow, strung it, and pulled the string taut. One quick breathe to steel his nerves and he aimed.

"You're Prussian, you can do this."

"Damn right I'm Prussian. I'm awesome… I can do this." He mumbled. He licked his lips, chided himself on being so Goddamn nervous. Geez when was the last time you were sweating this much? He blinked. Oh yeah… last night. And then Gil released the string.

Both men watched and tipped their heads to the side as the arrow smacked against the Styrofoam target's handle, bounced some feet into the air before doing a nosedive into the earth. Gilbert scratched his head, looked at Matthew.

"Does that usually happen?"

"Um… no." Matthew pushed up his slipping glasses before picking up another arrow and handing it to Gil. "Try that again." He asked, a shy smile on his lips. "Just without the 'I'm Prussian so I'm awesome' pep talk."

Gilbert tried again and both watched in silence as the arrow flew way off target. Matthew slowly picked up another arrow and handed it over to his boyfriend and hopefully his camping buddy for the trip. "Try again? But with the 'I'm Prussian so I'm awesome' pep talk."

Gil shot again and both men watched, wondering about Gilbert's archery skills as the arrow passed through the tiny space between the edge of the target and the top of the handle. He pressed a rough hand to his mouth, one white eyebrow rising in confusion as he stared at Matt.

"I can hit that, but I can't hit the freakin' bull's eye?"

"Don't worry, we'll be using guns. At least your marksmanship doesn't depend on how 'awesome' you're feeling at the moment."