A/N: Hello! The much awaited chapter of the 100 Fanfic Challenge is finally here!
Now, if you haven't read the author's note in the chapter previous to this, I suggest you do. These pairings are no longer all UKUS/USUK! This is a PruCan fic (Prussia x Canada).
This was the first of many collabs between Arashi91 and I, with her as the awesome Prussia and me as little CanCan, whilst sharing the role of the hero. xD Much credit to her everyone! She is wonderfundle!
Disclaimer: We do not own Hetalia!
"I'm kinda surprised that America invited us down to this uber huge carnival for free this year," Prussia interjected above the general cacophony of conversation snippets surrounding the two nations, "he's awesome for that... but not as awesome as me, of course!" He nudged the sandy-haired country beside him and pointed in two directions at once. "Whatcha think, Mattie? What do you want to do first?"
The young Canadian scanned the crowd with nervous indigo eyes, clutching a stuffed polar bear cub close to his chest, and then fixated his gaze to stare at his boyfriend. A soft, gentle smile spread across his face. "Yeah, me too," he replied. "Al can have his generous moments… s-sometimes, I guess."
Upon hearing the question, his gaze flickered back to the extravagant scenery, eyes sweeping over the colorful displays and masses of people gathering around the stands and rides. "U-uhm…" he stuttered, not sure exactly what to say. Suddenly, he spotted a Ferris wheel far in the distance, and inwardly cringed. He had never liked heights. "I don't think I wanna go on any rides yet... Ur... I honestly don't know.. .I am kinda hungry though..." he squeaked, tightening the grip on his bear as he and his boyfriend continued to walk forward.
Prussia nodded, ruby eyes scanning the crowd signs in the distance, noticing that the only thing around in the way of food seemed to be a stand that catered to just about all crowds, featuring carnival food alongside the usual American cuisine. He gestured to the stand a handful of meters away. "How about there? Looks like we'll find at least something there to eat... dunno if it's edible or not, verdammt American with his fat-filled burgers. Want to check it out anyway?"
Matthew chuckled softly, one hand reaching up to absentmindedly push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I-I guess that's alright," he responded timidly, stepping forward to find a place in the slowly thinning line. Prussia quickly fell into place beside him. Finally, once the two had reached the counter and the chipper cashier asked them what they would like, Matthew hesitated. The stand, of course, sold burgers, fries, hotdogs- all of the usual things to be expected for carnival cuisine. However, at the front of the stand, right next to the cashier, was a colorful display, holding some sort of fluffy looking pink substance on... sticks? Matthew's brow furrowed a little. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to the curious looking treat to the left of the cashier.
"Eh?" Eyes narrowed against the blazing afternoon sun slid over to the cotton candy setup of which Canada inquired. "That thing makes cotton candy. You haven't seen one before...? So that means... Mattie, have you ever had cotton candy?"
Matthew blinked, violet orbs taking on an even more befuddled sheen than before as he turned to face Prussia. "C-cotton...what?" he asked, utterly dumbfounded as to what his boyfriend was speaking of. "That...f-fluffy stuff is...candy? But...well...I guess I haven't had it before...Why..is it good?"
Prussia's eyes abandoned the cotton candy stand to wheel around to face Canada, looping an arm around his boyfriend's before dragging him over to the stand and ordering a pink and blue swirled swath of cotton candy, forking out a few American bills from the pocket of his jeans. "I'll put it simply, it's like an orgasm in your mouth. It's one thing that America got right after all these years experimenting with his candy and sweets, kesese!~"
Canada tentatively took the sugary treat in one hand as it was handed to him, other still holding its firm grasp on his beloved bear. For a moment, he simply stared at it, as if still unable to believe that it truly existed. Then finally, he removed the clear plastic wrapping around it and ghosted his fingertips across it. The substance was wispy and thin, and slightly sticky. With careful, nervous fingers, the sandy blonde plucked a tiny bit of the sugary fluff from its clump and slowly popped it into his mouth.
As soon as he did, his eyes visibly brightened. "This is...d-delicious!" he exclaimed quietly as he reached for another piece... and another... and another... and another…
With an intrigued expression adorning his pointed features Prussia unhooked his arm from around Canada's if only for the fear of his boyfriend somehow wrenching it off in his haste to stuff his face with cotton candy. "Yeah, it can get really addicting sometimes, like you've probably already found out." He hastily reached for Canada's now-lopsided lump of cotton candy and snatched a piece of pink fluff before the North American nation had a chance to finish it off without Prussia first stealing a bite.
One moment, the flavors were igniting within Canada's mouth like a symphony of saccharine goodness- the taste of the sweet, cottony substance dancing across his taste buds and slowly melting away. Then before he knew it, he had reached for another piece to find it was suddenly gone. The young blonde felt a great deal more sadness than he should upon seeing the lone rod in his hands that had once held his sugary treat. "It's gone..." he nearly whimpered, violet eyes downcast and shrouded in disappointment. "It was so good too..."
Snowy brows rose into his hairline as Prussia motioned to the nonexistent line in front of the register. "There's always more where that came from. You sound like you just found out your bear ran away!" he chuckled heartily as he hopped back in line, ordered up another cotton candy tree - tipping off the cashier an extra few bills to heighten the fluff - and ended up returning to his boyfriend with a ball of cotton candy noticeably taller than before, holding it out in front of the slightly shorter blonde.
The North American nation's expression brightened in an almost comical way, lavender eyes alight with exultation and delight as he snatched the treat from his boyfriend's hands. He barely had time to squeak a quiet 'thanks' before diving into it, ravenously devouring the large portion of cotton candy with such fervor that he nearly dropped his stuffed bear. The crimson-eyed albino beside him casually reached for a bite, and Canada found it almost painful to resist the urge to swat away the offending hand that threatened to steal the delightful delicacy away from him. However, the shorter blonde managed. After all, Prussia hadbeen the one to pay...
The newest supply of cotton candy was gone all too soon. Canada wiped feebly at a few strands of the thin, stringy blue substance that lingered at the corners of his lips with the sleeve of his hockey jersey. His cheeks flushed a deep, tomato red as he gazed bashfully up at his boyfriend, eyes shrouded beneath thick blonde lashes. "S-sorry, Gil..." he stuttered, picking up the bear that had been unconsciously thrown to the ground in all of his earlier haste. "It's just really tasty, eh? ...A-almost as good as maple syrup..." The Canadian couldn't help but feel a little guilty that he had barely let his boyfriend get a taste of the candy, especially when Prussia had been the one who had paid, but he had found that he couldn't help himself. It was just so delicious… Canada wanted more, more of the mouthwatering, delectable treat, but didn't want to be rude by asking again... He would have to make a mental note to ask America where he could acquire a cotton candy machine later.
"S'okay Mattie! So, uh… d'you want to find something else to do? The carnival doesn't end for another few hours, and these tickets were free, so…" Prussia nudged the blonde beside him, gaze alight with excitement and held steady upon the wooden frame of the roller coaster looming a few feet in front of them, visible behind the snack stand.
Canada followed his boyfriend's gaze to the wooden rollercoaster that towered above them. He watched in horror as a chain of brightly colored carts chugged up the steep hill ever so slowly, and then suddenly shot downwards at a horrifying speed. The young Canadian flinched when he heard the unmistakable sound of terrified screaming. "U-um...We can..ride that rollercoaster?" he suggested quietly, trying to keep his eyes averted from aforementioned ride so he wouldn't chicken out and disappoint his boyfriend. Prussia nodded excitedly and led them forwards.
For good measure, Canada locked the albino's hand in a vice-like grip and squeezed it tightly, if only to reassure himself. The last thing he could remember thinking before stepping into the first cart in line, was that he better get more cotton candy out of this.
Prussia leaned back farther into the garish, fire-engine red leather couch that spanned an entire wall of the questionably-decorated living room that could only have belonged to America, seeing as how the largest picture in the entire first floor comprised a framed, carefully ironed American flag boasting its stars and stripes, as he situated the obsidian Xbox controller that he had brought over himself upon his thigh and turned to the Canadian sitting beside him. "So, why exactly are we here again? You said it was urgent business... or something along those lines, right?" he questioned, garnet eyes scoping the room on the lookout for the return of the boisterous American.
The sandy blonde's eyes darted down to the hands situated in his lap, which he had been nervously wringing for about the past 5 minutes. The light dusting of blush that had begun to form across the apples of his cheeks was threatening to become more prominent, and he cleared his throat in a futile attempt to rid himself of his obvious embarrassment. "W-well, yeah," he mumbled softly, "it's uh… really important… I wanted to ask him about... ur... something..." But before he could even begin to explain any further, the nation in question suddenly bounded into the room, with all of the usual theatrics and obnoxious laughter that could only be associated with America. "Hey Canadia!" his eternally high-pitched voice diffused easily throughout the entire first story of his humble abode, "'Sup dude, what brings ya here?" The excited timbre of his voice dropped dramatically as he added, "and hey there too, Prussia."
A brief frown tugged at the Canadian's lips at his brother's attitude towards Prussia, but he decided he wouldn't dwell on it too much. America had always been iffy about their relationship, if only because he was a little too over-protective when it came to Canada. But at least now he was attempting to be polite. When Canada had first told the older blonde about their relationship, he had threatened to "rip Prussia's head off" as he had so charmingly put it. "Hey Al," greeted Canada, the corners of his mouth upturning into a gentle smile. "Uhm... so I wanted to ask you something…"
America's eyes, bluer than the sky outside, shifted to his brother as a pearly grin spread across his face, blatantly ignoring the obvious glare that Prussia trained on him. "Whatcha need, Mattie? Anything for my little bro!"
Canada inhaled and exhaled deeply. He glanced shyly up at America from behind a pair of glasses almost identical to his brother's, indigo penetrating equally stunning cerulean orbs as he prepared himself to respond. "U-m... Well you know that really good cotton candy stuff that you had at that carnival a week or two ago…?" he stuttered, trying to keep his voice from trembling. "I-I was just wondering... if maybe you knew where I could... get one of those fancy machines that makes one… eh? I mean, if you don't mind..." He flushed even deeper this time, averting his gaze and refusing to look at either Prussia or his brother America in fear of their reactions.
What could only be called America's 'hero laugh' pierced the air after a few tense moments of staring at his brother in almost disbelief- he didn't exactly understand why Canada's voice shook so much if he was just asking for a cotton candy machine. It wasn't like he was asking to borrow a condom or anything, like another French-speaking country that he knew of... "Yeah! I got a spare one out back if ya wanna take that one with you when you leave here! I hardly use it anymore since I replaced it with a suped-up one that's only for barbeque use! It's got everything you need with it too, so you can hook it up and use it right when you get home if ya want to." He gestured to the back door in the adjacent room.
Canada's tone quickly lost its nervous edge and his smile broadened to reveal blindingly white teeth. "R-really?" he asked in both disbelief and pure excitement, eyes widening behind the rounded frames of his glasses. "Oh wow… I mean... Thank you, America!" he trilled in delight. His gaze then flickered to the room that his older brother had gestured to, and he found himself to be nearly bouncing on the edge of his seat in all of his enthusiasm and anticipation, which was quite unlike him, save a few rare occasions (now apparently being one of them). "Hey Gil, will you help me carry it home…?" he asked, turning to stare expectantly at his snowy-haired boyfriend.
Prussia simply blinked with a piqued eyebrow as he nodded, hopping to his feet and stooping to pick up his Xbox controller that had clattered against the floor, having forgotten that it lay on his thigh while he sat. "Yeah, of course Mattie, you don't have to ask! I'll carry it home myself, I'm that awesome!" he chuckled as he extended a hand to the uncharacteristically-ecstatic Canadian, though his eyes found America. "Thanks for giving it to him, dude. I hate to admit it, but sometimes you can be pretty awesome. ...but not as much as me, of course!"
America, for once, smiled at the albino, lips spread into a friendly grin. "Yeah, sure, whatever, Prussia," he answered with a wink. Canada, meanwhile, was already towing Prussia by the arm to the room of which America had spoken of, giggling lightheartedly all the while. He could practically taste the cotton candy's sweetness on the tip of his tongue now, feel it slowly dissipating into nothing but a pool of sugary goodness in his mouth... The young blonde nearly drooled at the thought.
It took Prussia a few seconds of stumbling to adjust to Canada's rather quick pace as the slightly shorter blonde nation whisked both of them through the door that America had gestured to previously. "Eh, you really like this stuff, don'tcha Mattie?" Prussia wondered aloud as they reached the mid-sized metallic cotton candy machine, eyes widening in elation at the prospect of the machine being equipped with wheels underneath the main unit. Thank Gott I don't have to carry that verdammt thing! Awesome!
The shorter blonde faltered a little in his step at the comment, a furious blush staining his cheeks. "W-well... yeah... It's really good, eh?" he replied timidly. His embarrassment, however, didn't last for long, for as soon as Canada saw the cotton candy machine, his blush quickly faded and his face lit up with excitement. "Wow! This is great!" he exclaimed, rushing over to the machine and simultaneously yanking his boyfriend with him in the process. "Oh, Gil, let's take it home right now so we can make some! Come on!"
Prussia couldn't hold back the scratchy laugh that resonated within his throat as he nodded, reaching out to clutch a handle jutting off of the cart. "Don't you wanna say bye or something to your Bruder before we go?" he asked absently, his mind apparently working ceaselessly on some unknown matter.
Canada blinked. "W-what? ...Oh... Well I guess I probably should..." But despite this revelation, Canada could not bring himself to abandon his newly beloved cotton candy machine. He stared forlornly down at the metallic contraption, one hand clutched onto its opposite handle, as if he couldn't bear to leave it. He glanced over at the door they had entered through to see it was slightly ajar, and an idea suddenly popped into his mind. Instead of running inside to give his brother a personal goodbye, he shouted through the open door, too anxious to get his sugary treat to supply anything further than, "Bye Alfred! T-thanks again!" Canada then turned back to smile at Prussia, tugging lightly on the handle of the machine. "Alright. Ready to go now?"
"As long as you're ready, I'm ready," Prussia nodded, inwardly cackling at what a rushed goodbye America received from his brother. He began to pull the heavier-than-it-looked cotton candy machine, gritting his teeth intermittently on the way over to the back gate.
The young blonde pushed from the opposite side of the machine as his boyfriend pulled, struggling with its weight even more so than Prussia. As they finally reached the car and began to load it into the back (thank goodness Canada had brought a car with a lot of storage space on his trip here to America), Canada grinned up at Prussia, violet orbs radiating a generous sort of warmth. "Thanks Gil…" he muttered as they got the last of it into the back of the truck, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair out of his eyes. After Prussia had replied with a loud 'no problem' and something about being awesome, Canada anxiously hopped into the car, waiting on the edge of his seat for the delectable treat that now lay so close to his fingertips.
Days Later…
One solid kick to the front door wracked the generously-sized house as Prussia literally hopped through the now-ajar entrance, stopping in his haste to toe off his sneakers in the foyer and slam the door behind him before flying through the house in pursuit of Canada. He stopped in his tracks as he reached the now-cramped kitchen, scarlet eyes falling straight onto the blonde standing beside the fairly-new cotton candy machine. A hand flickered up to smack his forehead as he crossed the kitchen with a cocky grin plastered to his face, contagious laughter filling the room. "Oy vey, Mattie, you're gonna get sick if you keep eating that stuff day in and day out, you need to eat some real food too you know!" he mock-chided, halting as he came up alongside his boyfriend and tossing an arm across narrow shoulders.
Canada fumbled with the knobs on the machine for a moment in his haste to get his newest batch of cotton candy (which would be his seventh that afternoon). He felt a strongly built arm wrapping around his shoulders, and this only caused him to flush and struggle even more with the cotton candy machine's mechanisms. Finally, with a sigh, he gave up on his fruitless efforts and shifted his gaze to his boyfriend. "I-I haven't had that much…" he protested as he reached for the fluffy white bear that sat on the adjacent counter. "J-just seven batches... today..."
A bewildered expression overtook Prussia's face as his uniquely-hued eyes bulged. "S-Seven batches. Just today. You're kidding."
The younger of the two cast his eyes downwards in embarrassment, his relentless blush darkening as he clutched his bear even tighter. "No... B-but… seven batches isn't that much! I mean... just yesterday I had fifteen…! And t-then the day before that twenty... But that's still not a lot..."
Prussia blinked. "Uh-huh. Not a lot my ass, Mattie. Hang on, I'll... be back." A determined look glinted within Prussia's eyes as he pulled Canada into a one-armed hug before whipping out a pair of plastic-framed sunglasses out of the back pocket of his jeans- the word awesome had been scrawled onto one side of the frames in silver Sharpie- and plucked them onto the bridge of his nose. He knew what he had to do... even if that meant dashing over to America's house for cotton candy intervention.
Canada's brow furrowed, a little crease forming between two fine blonde brows. He noticed the pair of signature sunglasses perched atop the albino's nose, which only caused his confusion to grow. Canada recognized the glasses, and knew Prussia only whipped them out when he meant serious business. Violet orbs shifted to eye the taller man skeptically, but before he knew it Prussia was already making his way to the doorway. "W-wha... Gilbert where are you going...?" the younger blonde attempted to inquire, blinking a bit in all of his disbelief, but his only reply was the slight creak of the door as it swung lazily back and forth on its hinges, signaling that Prussia had very abruptly shoved it open and dashed out into the open atmosphere. Canada stood there for a few moments, his telltale curl waving a little in the breeze that fluttered in through the open doorway, then shook his head, as if to clear the stream of muddled thoughts and confused questions occupying his mind. Then, with a sigh, he turned back to his cotton candy machine, and began fiddling with the knobs once more.
As soon as the rubber soles of Prussia's newly-sneakered feet touched the pavement outside he burst into a dash, pushing himself faster than he had ever run before. Gotta get to that verdammt American's, gotta get there now! A pep talk-like chant echoed within his eardrums as he rounded a few corners, absently keeping track of the scenery that flew by him. It didn't take him long to reach America's mansion-esque house, jiggling the doorknob and allowing himself inside once he found that it had been left unlocked. "HEY AMERICA, THIS IS IMPORTANT!" he hollered at the top of his voice as he slammed the door behind him, carmine-red eyes shrouded behind cheap sunglasses flickering around the foyer/living room combination in which he found himself in search for the broad-framed blonde nation.
There was no reply for several moments, which left Prussia more than a little bit angry. He was about to scream for the exuberant blonde nation a second time, when suddenly said nation came bounding down the stairs, his feet pounding against the carpeting as he clambered to reach the albino that had burst into his home. Prussia found the American's appearance a bit questionable, and might've pointed it out and mocked him for it if the situation wasn't so urgent. America was shirtless, his tanned, bare chest glazed over with a glimmering sheen of sweat, and he was struggling with the button of his worn blue jeans, which seemed to have been thrown on with a great amount of haste. His blonde hair was rumpled, frizzy, and seemed to be tossed in every which direction, and his face was still deeply flushed. Electric blue eyes were wide and full of panic as America eyed the man in his doorway, chest heaving with each deep intake of breath. "What, what is it? Is everything all right? Is somebody hurt?"
"Uh…" was all Prussia could manage as his mind jumped to all sorts of conclusions about America's current attire; it took all of his will to bite back the snarky comment that built in his throat, his thoughts careening back to Canada's current problem at that moment. "Oh right. No one's hurt… yet. Mattie's kinda got an addiction now to cotton candy, he eats the fluff day in and day out, batch upon batch. So, I need your help with intervention! I don't want to see him like this, dude, you should see how he looks at it and shit, like he needs it to live. For once the awesome me needs help with this situation, so… will you help me? If not for me, do it for your Bruder at least."
America seemed to let out a breath he hadn't noticed he'd been holding at the statement. One hand reached up to wipe the sweat off of his brow, then drifted upwards to comb through tousled golden locks. A look of both relief and pure annoyance overtook America's sunny features. "Geez, Prussia..." he sighed. "You freakin' scared me..." America's annoyance, however, was quickly replaced by confusion. "Matt's addicted to… cotton candy? Whoa. Weird. Well uh… yeah I'll help, I mean, if it's for my bro… but can we do the intervention in a little bit… I gotta get decent, you know? And—" yet America's sentence was suddenly cut off as a pair of softer, more practiced feet were heard traipsing down the stairs.
Much to both of the two nation's surprise—and horror, if speaking of Prussia—in walked England, who was clad in nothing but a pair of Union Jack boxers and… was that a blindfold in his hand...? His appearance seemed to resemble Alfred's, except he looked quite a bit more frustrated than the taller man had, two bushy brows furrowing and seeming to form one large one.
"Alfred you git," remarked the small nation, who walked right past Prussia to reprimand the younger blonde, hands placed plaintively on his hips. "I'm waiting for you in there you know, you can't just stop in the middle of—"
Prussia then made it a point to clear his throat. Loudly.
England's head whipped around and a deep blush colored his cheeks as he saw the Prussian standing in the foyer. "Oh… Uhm… Hi Prussia… Ur…" Green eyes went wide beyond belief, taking in the almost sickened expression on the albino's face. "Uhm… Alfred I'll go wait back upstairs…" And with that the older nation scurried up the stairs at a furious speed, leaving in his wake a horrified Prussia and a facepalming America.
A hand flew up to Prussia's mouth as he half coughed, half laughed uncomfortably. "So, uh... sorry for interrupting," he snickered "but you're coming with me. Right now. This is SERIOUS, and I mean as serious as I am awesome!" With an expression caught between disgust and horror plastered onto his face Prussia grabbed America's arm and towed him out of his own home before the caramel-haired nation could properly react, already halfway down the street.
Ugh... ENGLAND FOR GOD'S SAKES. Prussia shook his head, attempting to rid his mind of the mental picture of England standing there clad only in his boxers. Ah well, this'll make for awesome blackmail! "Kesese...!" Prussia muttered as he shot a glance behind his shoulder at America, making sure that he kept up though he had a good hold on the other's forearm.
America stumbled as he was yanked violently out into the open doorway. He had no time to utter any words of protest—he still had no shirt on and looked like he had just gotten stopped in the middle of…well, what he had gotten stopped in the middle of—as Prussia pulled him along. Finally, the blonde gave in and ran along with Prussia, regaining his footing and wincing a little at the thought of what had gone down earlier in his home. I am going to get so much shit for that… He cringed. And these suspicions were only confirmed by the look that Prussia then sent his way. America inwardly groaned as he was dragged onwards.
Without so much as a huff of fatigue, wound up by the sheer adrenaline now fully coursing through his veins, Prussia kicked down the door as he had done before as soon as they had arrived upon Canada's doorstep. Turning around he picked up America and flung him onto the nearby sofa, not waiting for the North American country's protests before he skirted into the kitchen, discovering Canada in the same place where he had left him. "Come with me!" he shouted unnecessarily, clutching Canada's forearm and dragging him with unexpected force into the living room.
Canada let out a high-pitched yelp as he suddenly felt a large, firm hand squeeze him forcefully by the arm and drag him forward. "W-wha—Gil? What are you doing?" he spluttered, his glasses being thrown askew by the sheer force of Prussia's stronghold. "Y-you—Wha—" His arm was just as quickly let go, though, and he stumbled a little as he struggled to stand, glancing around nervously, squinting to try and make out where exactly he had been led to. The young nation felt his glasses being handed to him, and he gratefully took them and slipped them onto the bridge of his nose, only to find that he was in the living room... and on the couch was... America?
Said national superpower shot his twin brother a nervous grin, and mouthed a quick 'I have no clue either' upon seeing Canada's baffled expression. The younger blonde turned to face Prussia then, giving him a skeptical look. "What's Al doing here…? Gil… what is this...?"
Prussia adjusted the onyx sunglasses still situated upon the bridge of his nose before his arms crossed in front of his chest, taking a step back so both nations stood in his periphery. "Cotton candy intervention, Mattie. You've got a problem with the fluffy stuff, and we need to—awesomely—put an end to it."
America straightened on the couch, adjusting the hem of his jeans somewhat and attempting to shoot Canada an authoritative look (though he was clearly failing, because he hardly knew what was going on either). "Yeah, bro… what he said."
Canada, meanwhile, was shell-shocked. He blinked at Prussia for a few moments in pure confusion, unable to utter any form of spoken words or phrases. Then finally, he let out a quiet, nervous chuckle, one hand reaching to toy idly with a stray lock of sandy blonde hair. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about, Gil..." he stuttered. "I'm not addicted to it! I just like it, is all…"
Prussia shook his head. "No, Mattie, just liking it is having one little cotton candy tree maybe once every two or three weeks. That's what normal peeps do at least, because the verdammt thing is so tooth-decaying… but you eat it like you need it to live! Eating… what, seven batches at the least per day?... is not healthy! You need to cut down before something really bad happens." His expression slipped slightly then, his true anguish betraying him but only for a moment, though he screwed his face up quick to cover it.
America took the liberty to pipe up then and interject with his own comment. "You're eating that much a day, Mattie…? …Whoa... Dude, that's not healthy, and that's coming from me. I agree with Prussia... which is also something I don't do often. You gotta cut down on that shit, dude..."
Canada's eyes suddenly went wide with panic, and the striking lavender of his irises glazed over with the misty haze of oncoming tears. "W-wha… No, what are you talking about? I'm not addicted, it's perfectly fine! I can't have less... I can't… No, no… I need some right now, right now, I-"
The despaired young blonde then abruptly turned and began to rush towards the kitchen in pursuit of another batch of his sugary treat, but he was halted by a firm hand clutching onto his forearm once more. His eyes shifted to Prussia, who had stopped him, and he immediately writhed in the albino's grasp. He shot Prussia a pleading look that was so completely desperate that it made both of the other nations wonder just exactly how far out of control this addiction had gotten. "Let me go!" Canada pleaded, his voice quickly rising in volume as he struggled against his boyfriend's grip. "Let me go now, I need it!"
Prussia's teeth clenched unintentionally as he beheld the crazed form of his significant other, squirming in his grasp as if his fingertips conducted electricity. He shook his head as his free arm coiled around Canada's shoulders, relinquishing his hold upon the other's forearm to slide around a petite waist. "No, Mattie, you don't need that. If anything you need me," he murmured in uncharacteristically soft tones, "and you need your Bruder. No more cotton candy for you, for a long time."
Canada's thrashing and crazed theatrics began to die down some as his lover pulled him into a warm embrace. Finally, he stopped struggling and tentatively hugged back, wrapping a pair of thin, pale arms around Prussia's midriff. A few tears that had been welling in his eyes escaped and traced their way down his cheek, creating cruel tracks against the pale flesh. "B-but…" he squeaked, his voice much softer than it had been a few moments ago. "I don't know if I can..." His murmurs were muffled as he buried his face into Prussia's shoulder, voice shaky and slightly unstable as he spoke.
America's expression softened a little at the display—maybe Prussia wasn't that bad—but ultimately he felt pretty awkward. "Yeah, uhm... What he said… again…"
A devious smirk spread across Prussia's face with a glimpse spared in America's direction. He decided then to blatantly make America more uncomfortable (though his first and foremost goal was to comfort his lover) by tucking his head near the shell of Canada's ear, obscured by flaxen, sweet-scented locks. "Why don't you think you can, Liebe?" he breathed, hands drifting down Canada's back as careful fingertips traced intricate designs into its small through the blonde's shirt in a comforting gesture.
Canada stifled a sob and fisted the fabric of Prussia's clothing in his weak, trembling hands. "B-because… I think… maybe… maybe you were… r-right… I feel like… I need it to live… And I don't know what I'll do if I can't—if I can't have it…" he choked out, burying his face deeper into the crook of the albino's neck. He tried to calm down, focusing on the soft, reassuring touches his lover gave him as pale, spiderlike fingers ghosted across the young blonde's delicate frame, taking deep, soothing breaths all the while.
America, on the other hand, was now feeling exceedingly awkward. He did something that sounded as if it were between the clearing of the throat and a cough, shifting awkwardly in his seat on the couch. "Hey," he said, trying to regain some of the two's attention. "I'm here for you too, Mattie, I'll always be here. I'm the hero after all!"
All America received, however, was a quietly murmured 'thanks' and his brother's attention was once again focused on Prussia. I see what he's doing, thought America. Trying to get back at me for what happened with England earlier, the bastard. He then huffed childishly and averted his gaze away from the romantic scene that was happening only a few meters away from him.
"Well, instead of all that cotton candy, you've got something way more awesome right at your fingertips," Prussia whispered before pulling away from the Canadian, one hand flitting up to the other's chin to nudge his face upward, "you have the awesomeness that is me sitting right here, ready for you anytime, you know. Always been here! Always will be. So… let's change that addiction of yours around, shall we?" His trademark "kesese!~" reverberated in his throat as he tossed his arms under the joints of Canada's knees and across his shoulders, picking his boyfriend up bridal-style. "Oh yeah, you're free to go back to bangin' England now, America," Prussia remarked, fighting to keep the laughter out of his voice before he crossed the room to mount the stairs with Canada.
The younger North American nation blinked away the remaining tears from his eyes and, despite everything, gave his boyfriend a sweet, warm smile. "Thanks, Gil..." he muttered, a light pink blush forming across his sallow cheeks. "Je t'aime..." The last words Canada muttered were almost completely inaudible, and he doubt Prussia had caught it..
By this point Canada had completely forgotten of his brother's presence, and was even more flustered when he spotted America looking particularly awkward on the couch. He was about to say something to his twin, but was cut off before he could even say anything as Prussia swooped him into his arms. The young nation let out a small squeak of surprise. "G-Gil…!"
The caramel haired nation on the couch blinked in surprise at the Prussian's snarky comment. He would've said something, but Prussia's offer had seemed all too tempting, so instead, he just gave his brother a quick goodbye and a few reassuring words, and hurried out the door, eager to resume his earlier session with England. Freakin' finally.
One Month Later…
Stocky thumbs flicked across the glass screen of America's new touchscreen phone that he had run out to buy at midnight of the same day. He traipsed down the sidewalk leading toward Canada's house, whimpering inwardly as he activated the lock on his new toy and dropped it into the back pocket of his jeans. He jiggled the tarnished doorknob and allowed himself inside with a forte "Hey bro, I'm here!" that rattled the ivory plaster walls of the first story of his brother's home, striding over and plopping down onto the vacant couch.
Canada entered the room but a few minutes later, hugging his signature fluffy white bear tightly to his chest. The young blonde nation looked much better than he had a month ago when he had been plagued by his cotton candy addiction; his skin was no longer as sickly pale, and the dark shadows underneath his eyes had faded until they were no longer there. He was noticeably happier as well, which was a great relief to the timid young nation's twin brother. "Hi America," said Canada, shooting the American a small, polite smile. "Thanks for coming...The machine's in the kitchen." He then gestured to the door to his left, where the machine was being harbored.
"'Kay!" America chirped as he hopped to his feet. "You look a whole lot better, Mattie. It's good to see!" Passing Canada America threw an arm around his brother, pulling him into a one-armed bear hug before a huge grin broke across his face.
Canada momentarily returned the hug with a generous smile. "Yeah," he replied, his smile broadening. "Gil's been real supportive… He really is a good guy, Alfred..." America, however, just nodded in response, and Canada took that as the best answer he would receive.
America then traipsed into the kitchen and seized the handle on the machine that he had previously given away, tugging it behind him with ease back to the front door. "I'm good to go, right? Is there anything else you need while I'm here?" America wondered, pure blue topaz eyes shifting over to his brother.
Canada stood in the doorway and watched as America prepared to take the machine away. The young blonde never thought he would feel so happy to see it go. "Nope, this is all, Al. Thanks again."
With an enthusiastic nod America heaved the machine out of the front door and all but ran back to his house, the thought of playing with his new phone mingled with the citrine-haired Englishman that he had left to his own devices in their semi-shared room (after all, the home that England owned was back in London). His mind went black for a bit as he reached his abode, striding in a half-circle around the premises until he reached the tall gate bordering his backyard; with a deft hand he unlocked it and wheeled the cotton candy machine back into its respective place upon the cement patio adjacent to the back door, a thought piquing his curiosity then. Y'know, I haven't had cotton candy in so long I can't even remember the last time I ate some! It wouldn't hurt to make some now, before I get caught up with Iggy again!
After finally towing the cotton candy machine into his home, he situated it in the far back corner of the kitchen, and began to call for England. He called for the smaller nation several times, but received no response no matter how many times he tried.
With a shrug, the caramel haired superpower trudged back into the kitchen, only to find a note from stuck to the fridge that he must've missed earlier. It said that he had been abruptly called to an emergency meeting with the Prime Minister and wouldn't be home until late. America was a bit disappointed, but not exceptionally so, for it gave him more time to make himself some cotton candy. After all, there wasn't really anything else appealing to eat in his house, and his stomach was starting to growl..
At the time, America had thought it would be harmless; what could one little batch of cotton candy hurt? It wasn't like he was going to get addicted, like Canada. No, he was the hero, and he had a lot more willpower than his meeker twin brother did. However, after one taste of the fluffy, mouthwatering treat, he had immediately had the urge to make more…and more..and more…
Now, three days later, here he was, and England was wrenching a freshly made batch of cotton candy out of his hands, which made America whine childishly and grapple for it back, to no avail. Prussia and Canada were also in the room. Canada looked concerned, but his lover Prussia looked downright amused, a signature smirk gracing his features.
"What is this?" asked America, glancing around at the three nations stationed in his household. "What are you all doing here?"
Prussia snickered and casually slung an arm around Canada's shoulders. "Déjà vu, bitch," he chided, garnet eyes glimmering with a daunting look of mischief. "This is a cotton candy intervention."
A/N: I gotta admit, that was LOADS of fun to roleplay, you have no idea. XD
Hope you enjoyed! Next collab is already going to be started later today, so be expecting some Bad Touch Trio action soon!
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Until next time!
~I.S.