Author's Note: GAAAAAH! You're reviews inspired me to write this quickly! Thank you everyone who reviewed! I'm surprised by how many people liked the kiss. So I went back a reread what I wrote and WOW I have no idea where that came from XD;;; Anywho~ here's the next chapter!

By the way there will be a particular action in this chapter, I'm sure you'll recognize it, any actions that happen suddenly that can't be expressed in words will be underlined. Got it? Good.


They parted and Canada found himself quite out of breath and staring up into crimson eyes.


Prussia smirked down at Canada in triumph. See, no one can resist the awesome me! He thought to himself smugly.

"So, can I have your number?" Prussia said just to break the silence. He watched as Canada's eyes went wide for a second then looked down at his shoes then back up and- SLAP.

Prussia staggered for a second. Well THAT was unexpected. He thought as his gaze followed the huffy Canadian out the door. Prussia ran up behind him and caught his arm.

"Hey what the hell was that?" Prussia asked completely confused.

"I-I don't know, but I shouldn't have done it. That kiss was a complete mistake." Canada turned on his heel and again Prussia caught him and pulled him back around.

"Really?" Prussia was a little hurt by Canada's words but there was no way he'd ever let him know that. It would be un-awesome.

"Yeah…"

"You weren't so unenthusiastic about it a second ago." Prussia crossed his arms.

"I-" Canada's mouth flapped for a moment, Prussia made a motion for him to continue.

"Well?" He said when Canada didn't.

"I can't do this."

"Why the hell not, it's not like you're killing someone?" Prussia said a little whinier than he wanted to.

"Because, for one, I barely know who you are and you barely know who I am." Canada said as he turned to walk down the stairs, Prussia following close behind.

"Pfft, oh come on that's a lame excuse." Prussia snorted.

"Oh really. What's my name?"

"Canada."

"I meant my real name." Canada raised an eyebrow at him. Prussia thought for a minute.

"Mathieu, right? Isn't that what Francis calls you?"

"Ok, so you know my first name what about my last?"

"Uuuuuh…" Prussia was really stumped now. What was his last name? All I remember is its not Arthur's or Francis' last names. And it's not Jones. No, definitely now that! Prussia looked back at Canada, who was waiting expectantly, and shrugged.

"Do you see now? And I don't even know your na-"

"You don't know MY name?" That little fact shocked Prussia. "I am only the AWESOME Gilbert Beilschmidt!" Prussia proclaimed with great pride.

Canada raised an eyebrow.

"So… What's your full name?" Prussia asked awkwardly scratching the back of his head. Canada looked him up and down uncertainly. "Oh come on! You say we don't know each other well. So why not try to get to know me? A name isn't going to hurt, and I could always ask Francis."

"Fine," Canada said, giving in, "Matthew Williams." Canada stuck out his hand and Prussia shook it.

"Pleased to meet you Matthew." Prussia chuckled. Prussia swung an arm over Canada's shoulders and walked him down to the party.

"So how about a date?" Prussia asked as they walked.

"Hmm… I don't know-"

"That's exactly why I'm asking since you 'don't know' a lot, a date will allow me to educate you!" Prussia smirked. Canada eyed him warily.

"Ok, but during this first date you must be totally platonic; no making moves or any funny business."

"Pfffft, you take the fun out of everything." Prussia leaned towards Canada and whispered in his ear: "I like making you blush though."

Much to Prussia's satisfaction, Canada turned beet red.

"W-well… Here," Matthew looked for a pen and a piece of paper and jotted down a few things before handing it to Prussia. "My phone number. Call me when you want to go out on our… date."

"Will do." Prussia said, accepting the paper.


Canada didn't understand why he was so nervous. It was a date, a friendly and totally platonic, date. Maybe it was because the only dates he'd ever had were with his family and didn't really count. Or maybe it was because Prussia was the total opposite of himself. He was: quiet, reserved, almost friendless; while Prussia was: loud, obnoxious, and popular.

Canada had never thought he'd feel this way towards Prussia. (He'd also never thought he'd lose his first kiss to a guy whose name he didn't even know). At first, Canada thought his feelings were just fondness. But after he saw the way Prussia looked at him, and the kiss they had shared, he was beginning to think it was a little more than just that. He'd waited for days in an anxious trance for Prussia to call. And when Prussia finally did, the relief he felt had been overwhelming. It was like he'd let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

Canada paced in front of his door, his thoughts becoming more and more frantic by the second. What if he realizes that I'm just another face in the crowd just like everyone else? Or worse, what if he laughs at me for thinking this was a real date when he really did all this as just a cruel joke or something. Canada stopped dead. Or even worse than that! What if he uses me? And gets all my hopes up and crushes them! Canada shook his head. Then I'll just have to try and not get my hopes up. RIIING!

Canada all but jumped out of his skin when he heard the shrill cry of his doorbell.


Prussia was giddy with happiness. Sure the date wasn't going to be what he wanted thanks to some ground rules set by a certain Canadian, but at least he had a date. When Prussia had picked Canada up from his house the boy had been obviously nervous, but as the date progressed he seemed to relax. Prussia took this as a good sign and decided to chat him up a bit when they stopped at a local coffee joint.

"You're coffee is much better than England's, that's for sure." Prussia said, setting down his cup.

"Thanks, I guess," Canada said with a weak smile.

"You know, with a country as vast and beautiful as yours, I don't understand why most people think you don't exist." Prussia sat back into his chair. Canada's gaze went down to his hands which fiddled with themselves.

"Alfred seems to think it's because of my personality. I don't make myself known." Canada looked up at him. "But all he ever tells me to do is occupy a country or go to war." Prussia snorted at that.

"That sounds like America. There must be some way for you to get noticed without all that." Prussia sat forward. Canada looked at him with something close to envy in his eyes. "What? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"You never really had a problem with making yourself known though did you?" Canada asked. "And you still don't."

Prussia was taken aback slightly by his analysis. A rueful smile took place on Prussia's lips and he interlaced his fingers as he chewed over what to reply. Coming to an answer he straightened and looked at Canada who now had a curious expression on his face.

"You've seen all the trouble I go through to be noticed nowadays don't you? I play pranks and frame people for things, I mess with other nations faces while they sleep. I do a whole bunch of things that make people stop and stare at me if I enter a room." Prussia's smile weakened slightly. "You and I are in the same boat you know. People think your country doesn't exist, well, try having one that doesn't."

Prussia could see realization dawning on Canada's face.

"Well I think we need more coffee, don't we Birdie?" Prussia said before Canada could cook up some apology.

"Yeah…"


As Canada watched Prussia go off to get more coffee, he inwardly began to beat himself up. #1 for being stupid and not learning when to shut his big mouth and #2 because he should've asked for decaf.

When Prussia came back he seemed to be back to his more normal self. Canada accepted the coffee Prussia handed him with a small 'thank you' that was probably inaudible.

"Um…" Canada said to fill the awkward silence. "You already know my name, why do you still call me 'Birdie'?

"Because you're cute like a bird." Prussia said simply. Canada felt his cheeks heat up slightly.

"H-hey! I thought we agreed to no 'moves' on the date!" Canada squeaked.

"That wasn't a move it was a statement of fact." Prussia said taking a sip from his coffee.

After the date was over, Canada could say for sure that his 'fondness' of Prussia was more than just 'fondness'. He found himself not only physically attracted to him but emotionally too. Prussia knew just how to make him blush and laugh in all the right places and Prussia didn't seem to mind it when he made a fool of himself in front of Canada or vice versa. And as Prussia walked him up to his doorstep, he was beginning to wonder, again, just what it was that Prussia wanted from him or even liked about him.

"Today was fun; we should do it again sometime, maybe in a more romantic way?" Prussia said when they reached the door.

"S-sure sounds great." Canada blushed. He felt Prussia lean in and he held up his hands to stop him. "W-what are you doing?"

"You said no moves during the date, you said nothing about after." Prussia smirked. "Besides, any sort of date should end with," Prussia brushed his lips against his cheek, "A kiss on the cheek from the Awesome Prussia."

Canada felt his face turn pink and he stammered a bit. Prussia leaned in again, this time meeting no resistance, and stopped just short of Canada's lips.

"But a kiss on the lips is always better."

Prussia kissed him 4 times, each one a little longer than the last.


Author's Note: I think the characters may be a little OOC. But it's not bad right? I made this one longer than the ones before to make up for my blasphemous tardiness of the last chapter! I know its not technically sunday when I'm submitting this but I'd gone to a b-day party... Anywho~ Please review! Even if it's anonymous I still want to hear your feedback. And reviews help me write faster!