Matt was on top of his cabin, nailing down some new roof shingles. After the last snow storm had rolled in, a hole had opened in the ceiling, and he needed to repair it. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he sat up to inspect his work. "Finally done. . ." He murmured. It was then he noticed something from the corner of his eye. He stood and turned to face what he saw. . .

And fell off the roof.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, AKBAR!" He screamed from the snow bank he had fallen in. Matt looked up to see Akbar leaning precariously over the edge of the roof. "No, Akbar be careful—"

Boomph.

Akbar landed on Matt.

Gasping for air, Matt grumbled, "You're a lot heavier than you look. . ." Akbar had knocked the wind out of him completely, despite how skinny the Prussian was. Regaining his breath, Matt gave a sort of growl at the silverette.

"Damn it, Akbar! And let me guess, you want pancakes!? I swear to god, it's always about the pancakes! Why do you never come just to visit me!? You only want me for my pancakes!" Matt ranted, going off into a tangent. He barely even noticed when Akbar wrapped his arms around Matt's neck.

"I didn't come here for pancakes," Akbar cut him off.

"Huh?" Matt blinked, caught a little off guard from the statement. Hearing the words come from Akbar's mouth was like seeing a sign of the end of the world. Akbar really was the harbinger of doom. . . "You- You don't want pancakes!?"

"I didn't come here for pancakes," Akbar repeated, tilting his head forward.

"Are you sure you're really Akbar!? Did someone steal your body!? Are you trying to play me!?" Matt asked urgently, sitting up a bit more in the snow. He grabbed a fistful of snow and readied his arm to chuck it at "Akbar's" face.

"I was wondering if you could show me what ice cream is," Akbar explained, allowing himself to be dragged up with Matt's movements.

Matt's shoulders fell slightly. "Oh. Well alright, I'll get you some," he sighed. "Hey . . . Why are you wrapped all up on me?" Matt noticed, questioning the contact.

"The snow is sucking me in. You're keeping me from going under," Akbar responded in his forever monotone voice. "Help," He added blankly.

Matt sighed and pulled Akbar out of the snow. Matt attempted to scoop him up bridal style, but Akbar's height, being a few inches taller, threw him off balance. He staggered before dropping him completely. With Akbar still wrapped around Matt's neck, he of course pulled Matt with him.

Matt sighed about having landed on top of Akbar for the second time that week. "Why do we keep ending up in this position?" He groaned under his breath, before hefting himself up.

"Thanks for getting me out of the snow, but you could have just let me walk," Akbar said, shaking snow out of his hair.

"Shut up. . ." Matt grumbled, grabbing Akbar's hair and dragging him inside the house by the locks.

oOo Time Skip oOo

Akbar tilted his head to the side at the cold treat placed in front of him, making Matt roll his eyes.

"Lo and behold, that magic substance of ice cream," Matt said sarcastically, walking back to his refrigerator to get himself some. Might as well, right?

Akbar brought the spoon to his lips, quickly eating the ice cream. Matt turned back just in time to see Akbar's eyes widen. Matt cocked a brow.

"You okay there?" He asked, watching Akbar stare intently at the dessert.

Akbar looked to Matt. "This is wonderful," He responded quietly.

Matt gave a sort of laugh. "As good as pancakes?"

Akbar nodded. "Ja. Maybe even better. . ." he mumbled, continuing to eat. "Now I don't just want you for your pancakes. . ."

Matt gave him the side eye, with an evil glare.

And from that day forth, ice cream was Akbar's obsession.

A/N: DID ANYONE ORDER STUPID CUTENESS? NO? WELL TOO BAD HERE IT IS ANYWAY. Oh and hey. You know, you guys are allowed to write 2p!PruCan too. . . In fact, I encourage it. It'd be nice to have MattxAkbar fanfiction and such that isn't my own work. My friend (the Prussia voice) and I are working on it but. . . More people will make it easier to get popular, ya know? Just FYI~ *cue end of trying to convince others to write 2p!PruCan* Order today and you can get a Prussia voice of your own and scare your friends!

Prussia quotes:

"He needed to repair it- THE NANNNYYY!"

"Matt makes a lovely landing cushion doesn't he? Very cushy~"

"He barely even noticed when Akbar wrapped his arms around Matt's next- waka waka waka!"

"I didn't come here for pancakes, Akbar cut him off- Oh. My. God. Now we're getting somewhere!"

"Did someone Steal your body- I hope he uses it better."

"I was wondering if you could show me what ice cream is- NO! I HAVE NO WORDS! THIS MAN! *explode-y noise* It's always something. . ."

"Help, He added blankly- HE DIES LIKE A MAN!"

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR HOLDING HIM BRIDAL STYLE! He should be holding you! And I want a picture. . . I'll show it to Alfie and make his life terrible."

"Before dropping him completely- How dare you! Just open the door man, he's trying to get laid. Or 'Ice Cream' as they're calling it these days. . ."

"Why do we keep ending up in this position- IT IS FATE! ACCEPT IT!"

"This is wonderful, he responded quietly- AS I SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS"

"From that day forth Akbar was Ice Cream's obsession- JUST END IT, MAN. This is getting sad."