AN: This is for "An UnBEARable Slight: Epilogue Part Deux" to wrap up the other couple with some Tiny Tent Prucan (as requested by some people). I made the UKUS ending more serious and emotional (since it was more of a USUK/UKUS story from the beginning but ended up being about both couples) whatever—Part Deux is different. It is a bit longer than the UKUS epilogue but not as dirty. I wanted PruCan to be a little weird and awkward, especially with the tiny tent. And I love these two raging dorks when they're all ridiculous…So this epilogue is a little more humorous and full of mishaps and it isn't very graphic, unlike UKUS (Sorry dudes—plus you gotta admit that Canada deserves it just a bit for interrupting Alfred and Arthur earlier (I love you Mattie, I do). I really wanted to explore these two as an awkward couple a little more.

Some light yaoi, kissing, occasional mentions of anatomy and grinding, mentions of blood, Prussia has a knife (no cutting of skin or knife play-he just needs it to...well, you'll see). I hope I didn't mess them up too much. So, without further ado: Tiny Tent Prucan!

Epilogue: Part Deux

Prussia sat cross-legged on the mass of sleeping bag crumpled on the floor of Canada's two-person tent. He had thought that there would be plenty of room for the both of them—it was built for two after all. However, the white-haired man had neglected to take into account the height and build of both himself and his blonde lover. Both men were extremely fit—broad shouldered and muscular—and quite tall. At least, that's what Prussia always told himself. He refused to admit that he was just a hair shorter than Canada, and Matthew indulged his insistence that they were of equal height—despite the untruthfulness of the statement.

The interior of the tent was enough room for two, but just barely. Gil kept shifting uncomfortably as Mattie clambered inside, unconsciously sticking his rear end directly in the Prussian's face as he zipped up the tent's door. Gil cocked one silver eyebrow and bit his lower lip. This was way too much temptation. Just as soon as Gilbert had decided to take advantage of his lover's position, Mattie spun around causing Gil to topple forward, his arms swooping out and grabbing nothing. The cross-legged position didn't allow for great balance and since Prussia wasn't the 'bendy' type, he simply face-planted on the floor of the tent, the hood of the polar bear costume falling over his face. Canada's violet eyes popped open in concern as he tried to help his lover sit up, but since he was bent at over a ninety-degree angle himself, his efforts were more hindrance then help.

"Verdammt Birdie," Gil muttered trying to right himself. "Why did you spring out of the way like that?"

"I didn't 'spring' anywhere," Canada insisted. "I can't really 'spring' in such a small space—and I wasn't expecting to be attacked from behind."

"Well, that's silly Birdie," Prussia scoffed, now sitting upright once more and shaking his head roughly. "You should always be prepared to be grabbed from behind when I'm around," he winked saucily and grinned. "Especially when you insist on having the cutest ass I've ever seen."

Canada immediately blushed. He and Prussia had been together for years, but despite being raised by the country, Canada wasn't France—and sometimes his boyfriend's openly lustful remarks made the world's second biggest county a little embarrassed. Canada and America were cut from the same cloth and had some issues with being comfortable with intimacy—not that Canada thought that was bad, but at least he was a bit more open than Alfred from his years with Francis. One couldn't expect to be raised by the Country of Love without being exposed to some relatively graphic depictions of 'l'amour', as his former guardian would say. Still, he never quite knew how to accept Prussia's compliments on his physical appearance so he responded in the way that he always did—blushing and muttering under his breath "You're ridiculous Gil."

Prussia leaned in and wrapped his arms around Canada's neck, nuzzling the younger country's cheek and whispering, "Not ridiculous when it's the truth mein Schatz." The furry hood over Gilbert's white hair rubbed against Matthew's ear causing the younger country to twitch and emit an awkward sort of giggle. Gilbert tugged insistently on Canada's shoulders until Matthew had no choice but to sink to the ground and assume his own cross-legged position, facing his boyfriend. The top of Canada's blonde head, (and Prussia's fuzzy white bear ears) brushed the roof of the tent and both countries noticed that the air in the enclosed space was already quite heated.

Leaning in to capture Canada's warm lips, Prussia placed his hands on Matthew's thighs and murmured, "Now, I believe that we both have some apologizing to do—yes?" The Prussian ran his tongue along Canada's lips, insistently pressing for entrance.

"Oh yes," Canada moaned a bit, opening his mouth. "I'm so sorry for making you feel elderly."

"What?" Prussia pulled back. "Really? You have to use the word 'elderly?' Mein Gott Birdie, that's kind of a mood killer."

"Sorry!" Canada yelped a bit. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking—"

Prussia pressed his cold hand to Matthew's protesting mouth. "Calm down, kid," Prussia threw in the last word as a small dig. "The Awesome Me, is tougher than I look—and you apologize too much."

Canada blinked for a few moments until the silence was broken by a very pleased sounding moan from outside the tent and the sound of England's name. "Oh—sorry!" Canada said before he could stop himself. "So sorry about my brother! Oh god…ew…" Matthew slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from apologizing again.

Gilbert laughed, his head thrown back. "Nein Mattie," he chuckled. "It's perfectly fine. Although I must admit I'm a bit jealous."

"Of my brother?" Canada scrunched up his nose.

"Nein—of England," Prussia wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "At least Arthur is getting to apologize in a fun way."

"Oh," Canada trailed off a bit. The images of walking in on his brother and England years before were starting to surface since the two countries were definitely not attempting to keep their lustful moans down. 'Why couldn't they go in their own tent and be courteous like we did?' Canada thought. He knew why—America was nowhere near as polite as he was, and he also knew that if given the chance, Prussia would have wanted to stay out and fuck by the fire as well. Swallowing hard, Matthew lifted his bright purple eyes to Gilbert's red and smiled a bit coyly. "Well, if you want to apologize, then go right ahead."

Prussia's eyes lit up and he blurted out quickly, "Sorry I ruined your bear!"

Canada looked over his lover who was still clad in his beloved polar bear lounge pajamas and sighed as he noticed all of the dark slashes of mud embedded in the beautiful white fur. "Jeez Gil, what did you do? Roll around in the mud?"

"Of course not," Prussia scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "That would be incredibly stupid—no way would the Awesomeness do something so…so…um…" Gilbert let out a bit of sigh. "Actually ja," he shrugged a bit, "that is basically—exactly what I did."

Mouth hanging open, Canada managed a noise that sounded like "What?"

"Not on purpose!" Gilbert waved both hands wildly, the bear ears on his hood vibrating. "It was an accident! I fell out of Francis' tiny little car and I—"

"Francis' car?" Canada choked out. "France's car! You got France to help you with this?"

Sheepishly, Gilbert dipped his head a bit and smiled, "It was mostly his idea Birdie."

Canada fumed a moment thinking, 'I bet France was getting me back for accidentally spilling my Timmies on his new silk scarf—that complete…meanie!'

"Matthew," Prussia had resorted to Canada's human name after a few 'Birdie's' failed to catch the blonde's attention.

"Huh?" Canada cocked his head, looking confused.

"We were in the middle of something," Prussia smirked. "Something much more pleasant than discussing my bestie's role in tonight's activites."

Canada hummed and smiled, "Yes we were."

Both nations leaned in toward one another to meet in a kiss, but the slippery material of the sleeping bag beneath them caused Gilbert to shift forward quite suddenly, banging his forehead directly into Matthew's nose.

"Oh maple!" Canada's voice was bit louder than normal as he clamped his hand over his throbbing nose. "Maple Leaves!" Matthew cried pulling out his 'most offensive' curse.

"Mein Gott!" the Prussian pulled back rubbing his face at the site of impact. His own pain was immediately forgotten when he tilted his red eyes to look up at his boyfriend's face. A line of blood was slowly trickling out between Canada's fingers—obviously originating at the poor country's nasal injury.

If it was possible for an albino to go pale, then Gilbert managed.

"What?" Matthew asked, his voice sounding muffled, as though he had a cold.

"You're bleeding!" Gilbert cried. "You're freaking bleeding—mien Gott Birdie, I'm so sorry!" Reaching out his hand toward Matthew's injured face, all he managed to do was bump his fingers into Canada's nose causing the younger country to twitch uncomfortably and the stream of blood to become a bit steadier.

"Ah!" Gilbert exclaimed, "That didn't help—I'm not helping!" The albino snatched his hands away from his lover's face, his own features twisting in a grimace. "I'm so sorry Birdie!"

There was a small twinge of pain, but it wasn't too bad—however, Prussia rarely apologized for anything and the look of panic on Gilbert's face worried Matthew a little. Maybe it was worse than he had thought. It seemed as though it was just a bump. Pulling his hands away from his nose he noticed the streaks of red. So he was bleeding a little—this wasn't too terrible. Nowhere near as bad as the time he and Russia decided that it would be fun to play a game of pick-up hockey after a World Meeting—both countries ended up in the ER with broken bones and spent the entire wait laughing and insisting that the other had lost shamefully.

"Gil," Canada reached behind him to grab a spare shirt to wipe his hands. "I'm fine. This is nothing."

"Nein," Prussia waved his arms around as wildly as he could in such a confined space. "Nein, nein, nein. You are hurt. We should get to a hospital—can you walk?"

Canada cocked an eyebrow and gave Prussia his best "Patented Arthur Kirkland" look. "Yes, I can walk. My nose is not my foot." He reached out to place his hands on Gilbert's face. "We don't need to go to a hospital—I'm fine, really. I didn't even lose a tooth." Canada chuckled and spread his mouth into a huge smile to demonstrate his abundance of teeth.

Prussia slumped a bit and let out a small sigh. "I know," he muttered. "I know you're tough and this is nothing but I…I worry about you mein Schatz."

Matthew blushed deeply, "That's really sweet of you, Gil." The young blonde's voice came out hardly louder than a whisper.

"I know," Prussia boasted. "The Awesomeness is always sweet to you."

Canada let out a breath of a laugh and smiled at his adorable boyfriend. "Just let me get cleaned up." He turned to rummage through his backpack and pulled out a small white box bearing a large red "X."

"You brought your own first aid kit?" Prussia inquired.

Matthew snorted, which hurt a bit, as he opened packets of alcohol swabs and dabbed them around his nose. "Of course I did," he stated. "I was going into the woods for three days with Alfred—he was bound to get hurt somehow. Splinter, twisted ankle, minor burn from throwing things into the fire that he shouldn't."

"Yeah, that's true," Gilbert nodded his agreement. He loved his boyfriend's brother but Alfred was kind of a spaz sometimes—even Prussia could admit to that fact.

Turning back around, his face now free of any trace of injury, Canada smiled and brushed his blonde hair off of his face. "Now, to pick up where we left off?" Matthew's voice held a note of seduction as he began to slowly unbutton his plaid shirt.

Licking his lips, Prussia pulled off the bear pajamas in one quick motion, careful to avoid hitting Mattie's nose as he swung his arms and legs about shimmying out of the costume. He did manage to knock himself on the forehead again, but his awesomeness could handle it—neither man wanted any more delays in their make-up sex. The Prussian was naked in seconds.

"Hurry up Birdie," Gil growled. "I want to see that perfect ass of yours."

Matthew blushed again at the compliment to his anatomy and reached to tug his zipper down. The silver tab made it almost halfway down the fly before abruptly stopping. Canada tugged harder on the zipper, which refused to budge. Yanking with all his strength now, the young blonde looked up at his older lover with a panicked look on his face.

"It's stuck!" Canada cried out in despair.

"What?" Prussia's red eyes narrowed. There was literally no way that this could get any worse. "Just pull them off," he reached over, placing his hands on Matthew's hips and yanking on the blonde's jeans. His thumbs brushed against Mattie's sides, rubbing the hot skin lightly as the Prussian tugged at his lover's belt loops.

"Yeah, that's not helping," Canada mumbled, his blush deepening considerably. "Gil, don't…you're…it's…they're not coming off."

"What's wrong?" Prussia tugged on Canada's pants once more.

Hissing in his breath, Canada let a slight moan escape his lips causing Prussia's head to snap up and look into Matthew's eyes. "You're touching my sides and you're super close and…" the blonde trailed off looking incredibly embarrassed.

"What?" Prussia questioned.

"I got really hard," Matthew hung his head. "There's no way that they're going to slide off now." Canada sounded truly dejected.

For a moment, Prussia just stared at his adorable lover, taking in his red cheeks, his messy blonde locks, those perfect violet eyes. Smirking, Gilbert reached over and plunged his hand into one of the boots that he had just removed and pulled out a slim piece of metal. Holding it up in between their faces, he pressed a button, revealing a spring loaded blade that popped to life and caused Canada to jump. "Well, then Mattie," Gilbert's voice dropped into a low purr. "I guess I'll just have to cut you out of them."

Eyes wide and heart hammering, Canada lay down on the floor of the tent and watched as Prussia carefully slid the blade into his waistband. The metal felt cool against his skin, and although he knew that any blade that belonged to Gilbert would be razor sharp, he wasn't worried—he had complete trust in his lover.

Maintaining eye contact, Prussia thrust the knife up toward him, effectively ripping Canada's pants clean off of his hips and causing the young country's impressive erection to spring into view. Grinning, Prussia slid one hand up to grasp Canada's hard cock, and kept the other on the handle of the knife. Placing the blade between his teeth, he used maneuvered the blade back within its sheath. Tossing the weapon carelessly behind him, Prussia allowed Matthew some movement to wiggle his hips out from the ruined pants, his hand never leaving the Canadian as he began soft strokes down his lover's length.

Once Matthew was free from the confines of his ripped clothes, Gilbert placed one hand on the ground next the Mattie's ear and began to sink down towards his boyfriend's open and eager mouth. Just as their lips touched Canada shifted and his knee managed to lightly nudge Prussia's most awesome body part. The clip was enough to cause the albino to grunt in pain and slump forward onto Canada's chest as he hissed in a breath.

"I didn't mean it!" Canada yelped. "Maple! Maple! Son of a…maple!" Canada tried to push himself up on his elbows, but Prussia shook his head while gritting his teeth and blinking back some very un-awesome tears.

"Its fine, Birdie," Prussia grunted. "Just—let's keep going or this will never happen."

Canada bit his lip, "Are you sure?"

The immediate response he received was another loud cry from outside the tent. Apparently his brother was really enjoying whatever it was that England was doing to him. Canada didn't know which was worse—listening to his brother and Arthur having sex all night, or not being able to have sex of his own.

"Ja," Prussia huffed. "I'm sure. Just—don't move your knees. Maybe don't move at all for a while, there isn't a lot of room in here."

"Okay," Canada nodded as he lowered himself back down, carefully spreading his legs so that Gilbert could slide in between them.

Blowing out a huge breath, Prussia shook his head and then met Canada's eyes. "Now, mien Schatz," he whispered, "Allow me to apologize."

Gripping Matthew in his hands, Gilbert began his smooth strokes once again, as both men crashed their mouths together in a full kiss. Their tongues pressed against one another and Canada wiggled his hips against his lover's own growing erection. Both men were in an admitted amount of pain and none of this evening was working out according to plan, however Prussia would be damned if he came all the way out to the freaking forest without getting a piece of his beautiful Canada.

Their kisses gradually became needier, and soon their own light moans began to mingle with the sound of their companions out by the fire. Unfortunately for Matthew, it seemed as though Alfred was just getting more vocal as the night went on. He was having a hard time focusing on all the wonderful feelings that Gilbert was giving him when he could hear his brother moaning ten feet away.

Gilbert thrust his hips against Matthew's rather roughly, just as America seemed to let out a particularly loud cry. Pushing back against his lover, Matthew broke their own passionate kiss and looked into Gilbert's red eyes.

"Oh maple," Canada moaned. "I can't concentrate with them making so much noise—they're freaking me out."

"You want me to go out there and tell them to pipe down?" Gilbert cocked his head quizzically.

"No!" Canada's voice squeaked a few octaves higher than normal. "If you do that then they'll know we can hear them!"

"I think they already know that we can hear them," Prussia chuckled. "America sounds like he's giving a performance—kind of like that movie we rented a few weeks ago."

"Don't talk about it," Matthew blushed deeply. "I still can't believe you rented that—and I was the one who had to go return it. I'll never be able to visit that store again."

"Birdie," Prussia laughed. "It was a porn store—I'm sure they weren't judging you on renting a dirty movie."

"I didn't rent it," Canada poked his boyfriend hard in the chest. "You rented it and then refused to take it back."

"It was good," Prussia shrugged. "Plus, that one pilot looked a bit like you, I thought we could get a lot more use out of it."

"You can't just keep things when they don't belong to you," Canada moaned, burying his head in Gilbert's warm chest.

"I kept you," stated the Prussian.

The Canadian stilled and there was a moment where nothing could be heard except their shallow breathing and the steady thump of two heartbeats. Matthew lifted his head and gazed deep into Gilbert's intoxicating red eyes. "Yes you did." Canada's smile broke across his face making Prussia join with a matching grin.

Simultaneously, both men leaned in, their mouths meeting in the first perfect and injury free kiss of the evening. As Prussia wrapped his arms around his beloved Canada, grinding his hips against Matthew's, he realized that his first impression of their tent was correct—it truly was the perfect size for two.

AN:

Timmies: Tim Horton's coffee

Mein Schatz: "My Darling"

Sooooo sorry boys! I didn't intend to torture you that much when this began. I like the idea of Prussia getting all protective and worried over hurt Canada without realizing that he probably gets worse injuries every day doing his outdoorsy stuff or playing hockey or whatnot. And I actually really like the idea of Canada and Russia playing hockey together and beating the living crap out of one another and just finding it amusing. I think those two would be total bros. Sorry that there wasn't much smut-I got kind of carried away with making their night as awful as possible. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.