Title: Sober on His Boyfriend's Loveseat
Pairings: Prucan!
Summery: Sequel to Drunk on His Brother's Sofa. This is like an epilogue or something. Yeah.
AN: Eh, sorry it took so long. I suck. And this kinda sucks as well. Anyways, enjoy.


There's a big difference to being drunk on his brother's sofa and sober on his boyfriend's loveseat.

For one, the impending hangover isn't hanging over his shoulder. But there's also the cuddling. And the only messes he has to clean is maple syrup stains. And another kind of stain that we won't be going into.

Happiness. It all started with happiness. Well, happiness in the form of maple syrup. When Gilbert looks back on it, he wished that he'd let the young boy in when he first appeared on his brother's door step with the bottle. But it worked out just the same.

It started with a few breakfast dates, going to all of Matthew's favourite pancake spots, It soon evolved to Gilbert showing up at the Canadian's doorstep drunk and demanding pancakes with maple syrup. Matthew, bless his soul, always let the albino in with open arms and a large stack of pancakes. After awhile Gilbert would show up sober and happy, genuinely happy. They confided in each other. Confided the good times and the darker times. Gilbert was surprised by how many dark times the young nations had been through. They realized that they needed each other and after awhile Gilbert moved in. He no longer had to walk pass the dreaded sofa and no longer had to listen to his younger brother's nagging. It was perfect. It was exactly what Gilbert needed, yet would've never gone looking for.

There were so many good parts that it's hard to Gilbert to pick out the best part. If asked, he'd say that invading Matthew's vital regions had been his favourite, but deep down they had so many tender moments that made Gilbert feel like he was worth something again that one of those had to have been his favourite.

Apparently he'd been the one pushing his friends away. No, Gilbert knew he was, but he couldn't stop it. He was happy again, though. No longer bitter to his friends, in fact, they go out to a bar once every two weeks. Gilbert actually has fun again. He's learnt that he no longer needs a county to be happy. Sure, it'd be nice, but he was fine with Canada.

He calls his brother every week. "I know that you're missing me!" He proclaims to Ludwig, but really, he just wants to check in on his brother. Germany would always laugh and say "You're right. I was missing you. Not anymore, though." And it's the truth, in a way, because Ludwig had Gilbert back. Not in the sense that he was staying with him instead of his boyfriend, but in the sense that Gilbert was back to his loud and brash self. The brothers would talk for a while, about their lives just so that they know what's going on. It's funny that they're more connected whilst living at different houses than they were whilst under Ludwig's roof.

Gilbert still chased after Feliciano for a date, no longer as forceful as he was when he was perpetually drunk. Matthew would laugh and try and get Feliciano to go on a date with him. It was a game to them. Neither of them had won yet, Feliciano was still oblivious to being asked out even when you yelled "Will you go on a date with me?" In his face. Gilbert and Matthew would speculate that Feliciano knew that the couple were trying to ask him out, but was just waiting for Ludwig. Matthew liked this idea, it seemed like something the Italian would do. It never stopped them from trying, though.

Meeting the parents was fun. In the most sarcastic way ever. Gilbert was sad to note that it took Arthur an absurd amount of time to actually recognize his boyfriend. He found himself really regretting slamming the door in the Canadian's face and almost leaving him out there. He'd come to realize that he wasn't the only one who needed a friend to get out of a slump.

Arthur was unwilling to believe that the Canadian's was in a relationship much less one with the Prussian, but the Englishman couldn't help but notice a change in Gilbert's behavior. A change for the better, he decided to give the couple his blessing, because, even though he didn't approve of it, he wasn't oblivious to how much the two needed each other. And Francis would tear him a new one for disrupting the powers of l'amour.

So now the Prussian and the Canadian were happy. Spending their evenings on the plush loveseat locked in embrace and obviously very much in love. He flaunted the Canadian around to the world. Saying that he was with the second-largest nation and an adorable one at that. Canada even made some friends by his boyfriend's obsession with showing him off. Many had been scared, for lack of a better word, in to remembering Matthew and they had found that he was a very pleasant nation and was a lot of fun to be around if you gave him the chance.

In the end, one would notice that one of the largest changed in the Prussian was that he no long just got drunk for the sake of being drunk. He still chugged beer, but he did it with a reason, whether he was out with his friends again, or he was watching hockey with his boyfriend, there was a reason behind it. And, as horrible and cliché as it must sound, it made him a much better Nation. Probably why he was able to keep the relationship with Matthew running so smoothly. Probably how he was back to being the Prussian that everyone knew and loved before he was dissolved. And thus was life.


UNG I hate writing endings. BUT LOOK! I DID A TWO PARTER! It took longer than I though, sorry. Good new is, I have two fics for this (Well one of them I'm trying to decide if it should be posted alone, with this fic, or both. But both makes me feel like an egoist, so I'm not sure if that's in my best interests. WHAT DO YOU SAY VIEWERS? /shot) and they're both about halfway done~! Now that doesn't mean they'll be finished anytime soon, you know me, but it counts for something, right?

Anyways, thanks for reading, I hope this wasn't as bad as I thought it was ~! Review if you'd like! (REMEMBER I'LL REPLY BACK! -nobodycares-)