This is a PruCan request. Did anyone notice that you can pair Prussia and America with anyone and it makes sense? And how the world meeting is a wonderful place to start a one shot, because then you don't have to think of another reason why all of these people are together at the same time? Anyway, I hope you enjoy and review.

Prussia was at the world meeting. It was boring, and he was glad they didn't have them when he still ran the country. But last week Italy and Germany had gotten married, and so their brothers were attending the meeting while they were on their honeymoon. He thought they didn't need one, seeing as how they had been going at it like rabbits months before the wedding. He walked in and looked for his seat, ironically next to Russia. He fucking hated Russia, and how could you blame him after the cold war. If he had to make that man one more cup of tea, he'd go postal. He sat down and realized that Russia was a lot higher than he should be.

"Hey, Russia! You're sitting on Canada!" He shouted, kicking the large man from the smaller North American. There was a chorus of "Who"s and he face-palmed.

"No need to just kick him like that." China scowled.

"He was sitting on the poor guy. You alright, Canada?" He held a hand out for the smaller man to stand up.

"Thanks, Prussia." He smiled nervously, expecting the albino to ask something in return. That's what he was used to since his brother was the only one who really ever helped him in the past.

"Not a problem. Tell me if that bastard hurts you again." he said, sitting down in his chair and putting his feet up on the table.

See, they had a previous history. Since Canada and Russia were connected at the time, as Alaska wasn't around, Prussia could sometimes sneak over to Canada's place for some down time, or to ask America what the hell was taking so long. Canada, however, was just happy to be remembered, something Prussia never failed to do in spite of his ego. Both of them could deal with the other's faults, and so they were a fairly logical pair. Everyone knew that they were good friends, but no one knew what went on behind the scenes, so to speak.

After the meeting, Canada handed Kumajiro to his brother, and got into Prussia's car.

"Thanks for getting Russia off of me. He's really heavy." Canada said, driving back to his place.

"I'll find any reason to annoy that guy, but I'd kick anyone in the ass for you." He said, showing uncharacteristic emotion.

"Well then, hero, how about I make you some pancakes when we get home, hm?"

"I do love those pancakes of yours." He smiled, thinking of the many other thinks he could do with maple syrup. He was a member of the bad touch trio after all, and that pretty much shouted that he had a naughty mind, though not quite as kinky as his french friend, something he had learned the hard way. A way that left him sore for weeks after. But enough about that, He was more focused on how to get his little maple leaf out of that suit, without him going into anything else.

"Here you go, Gil." The blonde said, walking in with an apron over his newly changed into hoodie and jeans. Jeans that hugged his ass quite well, Gilbert noted with approval.

"Danke, Mattie. You make the best food no matter what that idiot France says." He said, and in his opinion it was the god honest truth. He enjoyed these little breakfast circles better than all the fine food his friend could make for him, mostly because it was Mathew who made them.

"These are really good, but do you have any of that wonderful syrup of yours?"

"Yeah, stay here and I'll be back in a second." He went into the kitchen, and Prussia's plan went into action. He smiled as he stripped off his clothing, and placed the stack of three pancakes over his crotch and his nipples. He leaned against the chair, and waited for his lover to walk in. He did so a moment, later, and his cheeks flushed. While they had been having sex for years now, poor little Mathew always acted like a virgin, and Gilbert found it adorable.

"W-what is that?" He asked, nearly dropping the bottle of syrup in his right hand.

"Don't you like what you see?" He asked, before keseseing.

"O-of course I do. It's just a little...unexpected, is all." He had to search for that word.

"If it's too kinky for you, then you can tell me." He said, worried. He really wanted to have some fun, but he would rather be celibate than push Canada away.

"It isn't that, but, well, I just feel like you always come up with everything, and I don't bring anything to the table." He said, looking away as even his collar started blushing redder than the leaf on his flag.

"Well, I could put you on the table, and that would be plenty for me." He suggested, wiggling albino eyebrows.

"I know, but I still want to try something." He explained, and red eyes lit up. Finally his lover was coming out and telling him what he wanted.

"Anything, Mattie." he got up, and took the pancakes off.

"Well, I was thinking we could use the syrup..." He trialed off, and Gilbert liked where this was headed.

"If you're embarrassed to say it out loud, you can just show me." he told him, obviously quite curious as to what his lover had in mind.

He nodded, and stopped off everything he was wearing, and approached Gilbert with the warm syrup. He bit his lip, as if waiting for permission, which the albino gave in the form of a nod. He poured the sticky liquid over his body, paying extra attention to the areas that were most sensitive. He then proceeded to lick it off. Yes, drop by drop it was removed by a surprisingly talented tongue Gilbert gasped as the muscle went over his left nipple, and stroked it until it was cleaned of any remaining residue. He was gripping the sides of the chair so hard he thought he would break them as the mouth descended further, onto his sweet-covered cock. Around and around in sanity-killing circles until that space was clean and he moved onto the next half and inch or so. As the last bit was licked from his balls, they shot more, less artificial liquid into the waiting mouth of his Canadian lover, and he tensed up, only to stay lax a moment later staring into space until his vision returned. When he could see again, he saw that Mathew had been jerking himself off while going through the whole thing, and so he was taken care of as well. Good thing to, Gilbert didn't think he could speak, much less fuck properly. He smiled, and decided to give his lovely little maple leaf a thank you gift later. When his muscles decided to work again.

Yeah, I think this is the shortest oneshot so far, and maybe even total, but whatever. I decided to make them already a couple and so it was fairly short. Thank you for reading, and I hope you will review and even request your own one shot.