Author Notes:

-Hehe

-I have no idea how long this is going to be. Let me give an idea. There are 103 threads in our role-play. With 1 being the END and 103 being the BEGINNING, we are now at 80. Yeah. Wut?

-Sound track for this chapter: Linkin Park "Minutes to Midnight" - put "In Between" on repeat once I got to it. Specifically the words: "between my pride and my promise" - seemed appropriate. xD

One Shot Gift Fic:

-I have decided that every 50th reviewer gets a free one-shot fic from me. And, yes, it can be anything, though you can look on my profile and see what pairings I like. It doesn't necessarily have to be a pairing fic, either. I'm open to whatever. Really. REALLY. So, every 50 reviews. And we're coming up to review 50 soon. Good luck ~

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One Month

Chapter 7

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When Prussia walked into Canada's kitchen, he was met with a different sight than what he remembered last time Canada was making food. The man was wearing an apron this time. A pink apron. He took a moment to stop and stare and enjoy the view, imagining what Canada would like in a full maid outfit like Hungary's – or even with just the pink apron on and nothing else.

He hummed a bit to himself and then pulled away from the imagery, seeing as it was leading him down a certain path he didn't want to deal with right now, since he wouldn't get to act on any of it. Instead he leaned against the side of the open doorway, still in the same clothes as yesterday, though he'd lost the hat somewhere along the way and he probably needed a shower. But he could do that later. Right now, there was food to eat and a certain Canadian to stare at.

"I wonder how many people are going to call you when they hear about me being over," Prussia said into the silence.

It was a genuine curiosity. Obviously Canada didn't know about Prussia's tendencies, but the rest of the world did. War, sex, and parties. Life didn't need much more than that these days. Except here he was being completely content with a kiss that didn't lead anywhere – and with simply staring at the person he wanted, like he was following some kind of no-touch policy, and happy to do so.

As if on cue, his own cell phone started to ring, blaring the Prussian Nation Anthem, indicating someone who hadn't called him before – or someone he didn't think important enough to add as a contact with a personalized ring tone. Now who would...? As he moved to answer it, Canada called from his position on the other side of the kitchen where he was busy being an expert pancake-cooker.

"I still stand by what I said earlier, eh. About how if it's America, I'm not here."

Prussia nodded, but he kind of didn't expect Canada's brother to be calling him. Especially now. After the drunken phone call last night and the pissed off hung over Canadian today. Still, he wasn't expecting the annoying bastard who did call him, either.

"Ve~ Prussia? Did you two hit it off yet?"

Oh, he could feel his eye twitch at the sound of that annoying sing-song voice. "...Why the hell do you have my number?"

"I got it from Germany silly~ So did you and uh...America's brother get together yet? Are you having fun over there? Are you going to stay there forever and ever now?"

Oh he saw where this was going. "What the hell?" He snapped back. "Is that what you want? You trying to get rid of me?"

"Ve~ Are you really going to stay over there for a month~? Germany bet me that you weren't gonna stay for even a week~"

"Hah! He said that, did he? What would he say if I ended up loving it over here? What if Canada ends up better than home? Would he miss me?"

"Ve~ Prussia, did you ever clean your room at all while you were here? 'Cause Germany's been in there all day, and he said he won't come out until it's done~"

"Why do you care? You don't live there."

"Sure I do~ Aren't you living with America's brother?"

By now, he could feel his teeth grinding against each other and when he snapped again he pushed himself away from the doorway and stomped on the floor. "Get the fuck out of my house! Gah! Why does my brother even like you?"

There was a pause, a very short pause, but a pause nevertheless. Apparently their questioning banter was coming to an end. "Why are you asking me that? I-I don't know!"

And Prussia couldn't stay still. He had to start walking around as he talked, not really paying attention to where he walked, just moving somewhere. "How do you not know why someone hangs around with you? Are you aware of how far from awesome you and your country have been? I mean, seriously, what do people think of when you combine Italy and greatness? They think of Rome. Not you. You've got nothing on the history books."

"I...I do too have greatness! There was...that one time...with..."

"Keh. Don't even try." He stopped walking, as if standing still could make his voice sound even more smug.

"I-I-I-" there was a yelp from the Italian and the sound of the phone switching hands...and then Germany's voice came over the line. "Who is this, and what did you say to Feliciano?"

Prussia grinned and immediately started walking again. "Oh hi, West, so glad to hear from you!" His free hand started to make motions in the air as he talked and made circles around the kitchen table, not that he was happy to be talking to his brother or anything. "How's my room? Any particular reason you're cleaning it up?"

He could hear West huff. "Bruder, what did you say to Italy this time? Why does he always end up crying when you talk to him?"

"Meh. I'm not going to repeat myself," Prussia said, stopping his movements again, not even realizing that he was standing behind Canada, facing the other direction but standing behind the quiet Canadian nonetheless. "Besides, isn't he always crying? Does that turn you on or something to have someone cry so you can comfort him? I did not raise you to-"

He was interrupted by two things.

First: West sighing into the phone. "Bruder, you don't know anything."

Secondly: Canada squeaked, bringing attention to his presence right behind him. Which also made Prussia realize a lot of things all at once. "Hey, what's the matter with y-" He turned to see Canada fighting back his own tears. Sensitive as hell. Always crying.

And then it really started to click. "Oh, you're..."

He had just made fun of Italy for the same thing. He had just shown his complete disapproval, his annoyance, his near hate for the always-crying aspect of his brother's Italian lover. Beyond that, he had spouted off insults at Italy without even realizing that they could probably describe Canada, too.

For some reason, he could barely keep his grip on the phone. "Oh..." he whispered, starting to back away from the Canadian, meeting those tear-filled eyes and feeling that familiar-yet-strange hold on his heart. "Oh, I..."

You made him cry. You really did it this time. It's all your fault. Look at what you do. You're a terrible person. How could you hurt him? He's been so nice and all you do is lash out and make him hurt.

His back hit a wall and he found himself taking short breathes of air, like he couldn't get a good deep breath to save his life. "I get it."

He winced again when Canada turned away, dropping the cooking utensils, turning the stove off with shaking hands. "I-I'll just...G-go then..." His voice was shaking as he stepped out of the room and then there was the sound of racing footsteps and the slam of a door.

Prussia's hand was reaching out for him. "No wait!" What do I say? You always know what to say! Why can't you think of something to say now? "I..." His eyes noticed his hand reaching out and he blinked and stared at it, wondering when he did that, wondering what it meant. He heard a sigh in his ear and realized he was still on the phone, his voice constricting around his throat as he forced himself to whisper. "West, what do I do?"

"What do you mean? What did you do?" West seemed a little preoccupied and there were the sounds of sniffling in the background, more than likely from Italy.

Fuck, you know exactly how to hit people where it hurts without even touching them. Weren't you proud of that? Why does it suddenly matter now? Think!

"I figured it out, West. I-I understand...What you see in Italy..." He couldn't breathe. He couldn't focus. He couldn't think. There was so much guilt. "A-and all those things I said..." So much fucking guilt. His legs became useless, unable to hold him up anymore, so he slipped down to sit with his back against the wall, keeping his eyes on the floor. "West, what do I do damn it?"

There was a sigh from West on the other end. "All right. First, go talk to him. Tell him that you were wrong – and do not let him bring himself down. Hold him close, and don't talk about how great you are. The rest, depends on the person."

You just got advice from your brother. Use it this time.

He closed his eyes and let out his breath, finding himself finally able to take a deeper gulp of air and control his breathing now. "Right. Okay. Uhm..." He let the air out in one final rush. "...thanks." And then he closed the phone and dropped it to the floor, his hand immediately going to his hair, digging through the mess of white spikes.

You have advice. Put it to use.

Ah, yes, but where to start?

Stand up and go talk to him, duh. That's what West said, right?

Right, but...

But what? Are you chickening out? Are you going to sit here and let him cry in the other room because of something you said? You hurt him! Go fix it!

I know, but...

Stop second-guessing yourself! You're the Great Prussia, aren't you? Get your ass up off this floor and go talk to him! Fuck, if you would just admit your feelings, maybe this whole mess wouldn't have happened!

...What the hell is that supposed to mean?

You know how you feel! Stop pushing it down, stop hiding it, stop running from it! Coward! You talk about how awesome you are and you tell him to take risks but you can't even do that yourself. You kissed him back, didn't you? You know what that means, don't you? Why can't you just go tell him?

I...

Get your ass up off this floor, soldier! Get up and apologize! That's an order!

Gritting his teeth, Prussia pulled himself up to his feet, listening to his own mental battle, giving in to the voice in his head. His heart was pumping fast, like he was nervous or something, but he was on his feet now. He clenched his hands into fists and called upon the good old Prussian determination, pushing away everything that didn't matter. He was good at pushing feelings away, after all.

Oh don't you do that again.

Before he could take a step, the voice came back, loud and insistent.

You know what I mean. Let those feelings come back. You should feel guilty for what you did. And that big one that you seem so scared of, you know the one that made you kiss him before you could hold it back? Don't throw that away, either.

But-

Don't you argue with me, soldier!

For some reason, being referred to as a soldier made him stiffen up, made his determination strong, made him listen to the loud voice in his head. Most of all, it reminded him of Old Fritz. And that was one voice he had to listen to.

Trying to follow all the advice, Prussia collected himself and slowly made his way down the hallway to Canada's bedroom. He pushed the door open, thanking all the gods in the world that it wasn't locked. It opened with a squeak but he focused on the figure curled on the bed. Didn't he just comfort him? From earlier? When he gave his own advice? But this was different...This was because of his own brash mouth. He had to fix this. He had no idea if this was going to work, pretty certain it was going to end up terribly, but he had to try.

"Hey, Canada?" He winced slightly, hanging in the doorway and realizing that he didn't actually know the man's human name. He would have preferred to use that, seeing as country names could be rather impersonal – and the nickname wouldn't have been such a great thing, either. "Uhm..."

The Canadian answered him in between hiccuping sobs. "Y-you ca-can go h-home now..."

He winced again. "Look." Of course he wants me gone; why does it hurt to know he wants me to leave? With a shake of his head, Prussia stepped forward. "I'm...sorry." He sat down on the bed, staring at the huddled mass. "Those things I said...Well...I didn't mean them for you and uh, I wasn't thinking. And I – Gotverdamt! I suck at this!" A hand went to his hair again, tugging on the white mess in his frustration.

You really do suck at apologizing, don't you?

He almost growled at the voice in his mind, but then Canada spoke again. "I k-know what you meant. You don't want anything to do with me. I'm just America's brother, and that's it."

"No! That's not it at all!" The words came out before he could even put them together in his brain. "You're way more than America's brother! You're...you're you..." He grimaced as soon as he realized what he said. How did that statement even make sense?

For some reason, Canada reacted positively, climbing out of the covers. "Y-you really m-mean that...?"

"Yeah of course. I always mean what I say!" He bit the inside of his cheek in an effort to stop the habitual words from coming out. West had said not to talk about himself. So there was no need to add the typical, 'because I'm awesome.'

"B-But if you always mean what you s-say then...When you s-said that to Italy..."

"Uh...well..." Yeah, how do you explain it now? "I meant that, too, but that's in the past now. I, well, I don't mean that anymore." You should know that's the dumbest thing to say.

"I'm sorry I'm such a nobody," Canada said, throwing the covers over himself again as if to escape Prussia's stare.

Now what are you going to do?

Shut up and let me think damn it!

With a grimace, Prussia reached out and set a hand on top of the covers, lightly patting the huddled mass underneath. "Hey, you're not a nobody; you may be overshadowed and forgotten but uh...You know what?" I can't believe I'm about to say this... "I'm the same way now. Hell, even before I was awesome I was just a special nobody crusading out on my own without any real land. Maybe you can – well – uh – I think you're awesome even if the world doesn't yet."

That made no fucking sense...

Shut up! I can't think straight!

Two eyes and a bouncing hair curl peeked out from the covers. "Why are you doing this? I mean...why are you trying so hard?"

"Well because I..." He felt the blush forming on his face, growing hotter and redder the minute he recognized it was there.

Admit it. Admit it. This is your chance. Admit it!

I...

Don't be a coward, soldier! You're better than that!

He tensed and looked away, refusing to meet Canada's eyes, hearing his voice escape in the quietest whisper he'd probably ever expressed in the history of his existence. "Ilikeyou."

Oh come on...

The confession was made worse by Canada's reaction. When the Canadian sat up and just stared at him, Prussia felt his face heat even more. "What?"

He's going to make me repeat it!

Of course he is. You barely made a noise the first time.

Unable to take it any longer, Prussia shot up off the bed and started pacing around the room, refusing to look over at the bed, at Canada. He kept his eyes on the ground, watching his feet. His hands were lost in their own motion as he talked, not that he needed more expression at this point. "I like you. I know we just met but I want to know more about you. You're like this new mystery that I can't understand and...and...I don't really know the right way to go about this so..." Suddenly, he froze his position and faced Canada straight on, staring right at those wide blue-violet-eyes. He clenched his teeth and kept his hands straight by his side. "There. I said it."

There you go.

"And...you're not just saying that?"

"No, I'm not just saying it!" Prussia snapped, noticing Canada's blush and making his own grow to the point that he could feel heat all the way down his neck now. "Do you not realize how hard it is for me to say stuff like that?"

You always were cute when you were flustered.

"I-I'm sorry," Canada said with a slight flinch. "I just...No one has ever said that to me before..."

Prussia huffed, ignoring both the voice in his mind and the little flinch from the Canadian. "Good. At least I don't have competition."

Canada smiled and started wiping the tears away. "Merci...Really..."

Before Prussia could respond or come up with something else to say, the sound of a growling stomach interrupted his thoughts. Of course it hadn't come from him, but the blush from Canada revealed its true source and he couldn't help but grin. "Right. Food!" He took a step toward the door but then dropped the grin and looked to Canada. "...so was that a yes?"

Not that you actually asked him anything...

To his relief, Canada nodded. "O-oui." But he wouldn't meet his eyes, like he was embarrassed or just as nervous.

Before he could react, that stupid fucking bear attacked his leg, though he was pretty certain by now that the bear hated him, especially whenever Canada was crying – or had been crying. "Argh!" He exclaimed, shaking his leg, kicking out to make the bear let go, scowling and reaching for it. "I swear I'm going to kill you this time."

Yelping, Canada jumped off the bed and picked the bear up before Prussia could get his hands on it. This, of course, had them standing right in front of each other. "Kuma! Be nice!" He was happy to meet Canada's eyes when the man finally looked up at him, but Canada didn't seem to be really looking at him. "I'm sorry. He should have warmed up to you by now..."

Keh. Warmed up to me? I doubt he'll ever like me.

As he stood there and growled, a familiar tweeting bird flew into the room, flying around Prussia's head once before hovering in front of the bear. Kumajiro snapped out at the bird, as if trying to eat him. Prussia noticed and was about to warn Gilbird, but his yellow chick was ever the risk-taker and was having too much fun shouting at the polar bear, floating closer and closer to the bear's jaws.

Still, it came as a shock when the fucking polar bear actually caught Gilbird in his mouth and struggled out of Canada's grip to run out of the room, yellow chick trapped in its jaws. "Kumachiki!"

It took Prussia half a second to react, forgetting everything and chasing after the polar bear for the second time since he'd been in Canada's house. The only difference this time was that there was actually something worth while to chase after, not just a good meal. "Let him go you fucking bear! Hungary will be pissed at me if you eat him! Shit!"

Hungary will? What? She stopped caring about you and the bird a long time ago...

Pushing the voice to the side, Prussia found himself outside again, standing at the bottom of a very familiar tree. "I swear if you eat my bird..." He growled, glaring up at the closed-mouthed baby polar bear, grabbing a hold of the tree and starting to climb up the trunk.

Before he could really get anywhere though, a bottle of maple syrup came flying through the air, knocking into the baby polar bear's head and thankfully causing him to drop Gilbird. Prussia felt his heart slow considerably when he saw his yellow chick flying through the air again. He put his feet back on the ground and raised a hand to let the tweeting and pissed off bird land on his finger.

He couldn't find anything to say, preferring to just stand and watch his best friend in the whole world. Gilbird ruffled his feathers and started cleaning them, ranting away about the stupid bear, and Prussia just smiled and leaned back against the tree trunk, slowly sliding down to sit against it.

He did catch Canada's shout aimed at the bear, "You can stay in that tree," before the Canadian stomped back into the house.

And he had to look up at the bear and stick his tongue out. "Nya, nya, he likes me more."

Of course, the bear seemed much more interested in the bottle of syrup, but Prussia didn't care. Everything was okay now. Gilbird was safe. His mind wasn't a constant battle ground warring over certain feelings. He'd finally confessed and Canada had seemed to accept it – seemed glad to accept it – so everything was fine.

Not that anything was truly official.

But at least this interesting month was going to be a different kind of interesting than he originally thought. It was going to be a good kind of interesting. He could deal with that. He still had a lot to sort out mentally, but for now...well...

It was a start.

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Canada tried to sort through his emotions as he worked on the pancakes. That had been the last thing he had expected from Prussia. Of all people, why would the battle-loving, risk-taking, crazy, loud albino like him? Him of all people? It was like a dream come true and he wasn't sure why he was so happy.

Or so calm and accepting.

For some reason, he had been wanting that. But even he didn't know why he was so happy to hear those words from Prussia's mouth. It wasn't a love confession or anything. It was just a simple "I like you." Which could mean anything. Well, at least it meant that Prussia didn't hate him; it meant that they could at least be friends, right?

That was all he wanted, after all.

Sure, he'd researched the Prussia Empire, but he'd done that for a reason. A real, logical, practical reason. Why would someone research a nation that had fallen? It was the same reason so many people poured into Rome's past. To keep themselves from falling into the same situation.

He'd been simply curious as to why Prussia still existed when Rome and Germania and others had disappeared. He'd thought maybe Prussia would have an answer. But if the only answer was "because I'm too awesome" then apparently even the albino himself didn't know.

Obviously, Matthew's subconscious had insisted there had been more. Apparently, some deep part of him longed to see Prussia smile – a real, happy, genuine smile, not that wide laughing grin he wore so often. He wanted to see parts of the albino that everyone else insisted didn't exist.

And he had seen one of those parts just now.

After all, had anyone else seen Prussia so flustered before? He wasn't sure, but he did know that such a reaction had never been used in the description of the albino ex-nation. A big question, then, was why had Prussia shown that to him? And an even bigger question was why did Canada want to see beyond Gilbert's typical brash act?

Why did he want to know more? It was like he was growing obsessed. Surely he had just wanted a friend, and since he was so invisible to the rest of the world he had figured that he could make good friends with an ex-nation that so many others tried to ignore.

So why did he want more?

He could feel his face blush at the next question to hit his brain.

Why had he kissed him?

Why had he been so happy when Prussia kissed back?

It was...

Was it...?

Biting his lip, Canada shook his head and then smiled, filling two plates with pancakes before turning the technology off. This had been an attempt from his brother to hook him up. This had been America's idea to take it further than friendship. Even if Gilbert had made a bet to stay here for a month... Maybe "I like you" meant things could go further.

And maybe Canada was happy to let it go further.

No, he was more than happy. He was ecstatic at the possibilities.

Pancakes in hand, he walked outside, smiling when he saw the red-eyed white-haired ex-nation sitting against the tree trunk with the yellow bird cleaning itself, resting on his finger. Canada walked forward and handed Prussia one of the plates, but he kept himself from looking into those eyes. "Here. We can eat out here if you'd like..."

With a chirp, the bird moved from Prussia's finger to Canada's arm. As the ex-nation took the plate, Canada sat down next to him, smiling at the yellow chick on his arm even as Prussia exclaimed, "All right! Food time!'

Slowly digging in himself, Canada laughed lightly at Gilbert's childish reaction. He watched the yellow chick clean its feathers, hopping occasionally along his arm and tweeting every once in a while. "So, he doesn't talk or anything?"

There was a moment before Prussia answered, but Canada chalked that up to the fact that the albino was currently busy stuffing his face. "Nah. He's a normal bird... 'cept for the living forever part. That's part of what makes him awesome like me."

Ah. I get it. So the bird lives on against all rules that say he should have died a long time ago, like you.

Keeping the smile, Canada cut off a small piece of the pancake and held it up for the bird. "So how did you find him? He's so adorable."

While the bird started nipping at the food, Prussia answered. "Eh. Well. Hungary gave him to me when she...uh...well...before she married Austria." Canada looked over to him, catching the light grin and the distant look. "...the only present I ever got from her."

"Awe, that was nice of her. Did you ever get her anything?"

"Uh well. I got her a lot of things. Especially when we were kids." Prussia laughed at that, obviously remembering a funny memory. "She tended to throw them back at me, though." There was a pause and Canada blinked when the ex-nation turned his head to look away. "Did you know I proposed to her way before Austria got to it? The ring was something she threw at me."

Oh...so it's like that...

He felt his eyes widen and he looked away, opening his mouth to say something else but deciding against it. Instead he turned back to his food and started to eat again, slower this time. Very slow.

I didn't realize he liked someone else...

Breaking his thoughts, the yellow chick jumped on his food plate and started tweeting emphatically. Loud. Insistent. He could only stare back, having no idea what was going on.

"It's like he's trying to tell me something," he mumbled.

When Prussia coughed, he glanced over to see the pale man trying to hide a blush. "Heh. Yeah."

Tilting his head in curiosity, Canada turned back to the bird. Could Prussia understand the chick? If they'd been together for so long, maybe he could. But then why would he blush? What was the yellow bird trying to say? And why wouldn't Prussia clarify for him?

Was it some secret? Was Prussia glad that Canada couldn't understand?

He could only blink and stare, curious to know, wishing he could translate the tweets and chirps. From now on, he would have to pay attention to Prussia's reactions whenever the bird tried to say something. Because there was definitely something important that he was missing.

If only Prussia would tell him. Then he wouldn't have to be so worried, or so confused. Then maybe he could understand his own feelings, his own mixed and confused and wanting...

Feeling his own blush, Canada shoo'd the bird off his plate and went back to eating. This month really was going to be interesting, and it had barely started.

For some reason, he couldn't wait to see what else was in store.

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A/N: Oh, notice how Prussia's inward thoughts are two conflicting voices? There's the "I..." and there's the "you..." My brain filled in the 'you' eventually as being Old Fritz trying to smack some sense in to him, but you are completely free to interpret it however you want.

Next chapter: USUK...and USUK semi-smut. It's actually quite funny. It takes my sister and I a while to feel comfortable role-playing smut. In the beginning, if you recall, Prussia interrupts GerIta before anything can happen. And in the USUK chapter...well...my sister stopped it early because I made her be the "seme" (not that I really accept those seme/uke labels anymore). The PruCan smut that eventually happens, though, is when we were completely comfortable with it and it came out...well...you'll see when we get there...

-OOC comment: ((THANK YOU JESUS I've BEEN WAITING FOR A LIGHTBULB MOMENT! I DON'T CARE IF ITS FAST I FUCKING WANT THIS XD)) – Reda

Kairi: Hey. Hey, Hey. I'm a Uke through-and-through. It's not my fault I ended it early with "they screw each other senseless" ...oh wait... that is my fault xD

I love how our Question War came out~ Like, that part with the Prussia-Italy phone call. Yeah, Reda said something about how they were only asking questions and I was all like 'challenge accepted' And then...Prussia started being an ass xD

I GIVE UP! You all can fight for Canada! Spain is mine bishes!

Review Replies:

-Okay for Chapter6, I got a couple of Guest/Anon reviews and I've decided (sorry) to respond only if you give me a name to work with, because it'd be way too confusing to say "guest1" "guest2" and so on...So yeah. I'm going to do it this time. And if you go to the review page, click chapter 6, and start from the bottom – that's how I respond to my reviews – so it's in the order of who reviewed first. For next time, if you review anonymously – give me some kind of name to reply to, please?

Kairi-Yajuu2: Oh, you.

seqka711: Thank you! I hope it's still awesome! :D

Guest(1): I know! They finally kissed! I thought it was sweet that it was Canada who instigated it, especially after Prussia's "take risks" advice. (Though you could blame my sister for getting impatient with me, I guess xD).

Guest(2): The official reason for Kumajiro biting Prussia is because he hates Prussia – and he hates Prussia because Prussia keeps making Canada upset. There's a video for a country song "Little Moments" and one of the stories brings up a girl who has a dog who bit her husband in the ankle...and the guy is like "she still doesn't like me...the dog..." (actually my sis and I made an AMV/slideshow thing to this song). But that's pretty much the idea. Kuma will never like Prussia. Unofficial reason: I blame my sister because she controls Kuma. Then again, he could be a huge cock-block, too, and be really annoying. I dunno. Thanks for the review!

love1398: Thank you thank you thank you! Glad you love it ;D And I'm glad Canada is adorable!

black snow rose: Your avatar is adorable...cute kitty~ And yes! Finally someone to say Prussia is cute when he's confused and flustered! All these comments on cute-Canada have left me yearning for some Prussia-love, too. I think France is hilarious, personally, even if he's really rude. And, yes, America is that asshat older brother. And, technically, Gilbird doesn't talk, really; it's just that Prussia can understand him because he's awesome like that~

lilredd3394: Thanks for the review! I think we should all give Mattie a hug~ Or maybe we should force Prussia to do it already~

Guest(3): Snarky is the perfect word to describe Gilbird. I love it!

BlueRavenQuill: So how was this chapter? Things are slowly coming along. I'm obsessed with really slow paced love stories (I mean, I adore Kimi ni Todoke which is like ahhh~), and I feel like this is too fast. Then I look and realize I'm on chapter 7. Heh...Thanks for the review!

Guest(4): Yes, just keep checking regularly. I'm glad it was cute! Yay~ Oh, and I showed my sister (the one who is control of our Canada here) your review and she agrees that she did make him cry too much. I've tried to turn it into a plot point, so we'll see how it works. And don't worry about poking at us if something feels off. Some things are drilled too deep in the story already, but there's a lot we can tweak and improve as we continue this little adventure, so please, don't feel bad for pointing that out. :)

Sami199: Thanks! I would throw the phone, too. I have fun trying to imagine what France was telling him there. Haha.

~~As always, thanks for all reviews/favorites/alerts; they are really appreciated~~

~Reda