The night was spent with the two of them attempting to recreate another kind of movie marathon night, except movies with gore weren't allowed now, at least by Canada's request. Even though the only movies that were playing were action movies that were blaring with too many explosions and gun shots to count, the blond was still able to fall asleep upon Prussia's shoulder. Although he was also getting pretty tired as well, the albino could feel his eyelids drooping as they tried to coerce him to finally get some rest, especially since it was only two or three past midnight. Then the thought came to him, instead of giving himself another 'crisis' in the morning and panicking if he were to wake up in an odd position with the Canadian next to him, why not just carry him upstairs? It's better off not waking him up, especially since the jet lag from the plane probably hit him hard.
He dragged himself off of the couch, which seemed so comfortable to him at the moment that he was almost completely sure that he could hear it whispering to him that he should just sleep there instead of his bed downstairs. As he stretched a little and tried to get himself awake enough that he could get Canada upstairs, he was hit with a somewhat large issue.
How the hell is he going to get him upstairs?
Piggybacking him would be impossible since he's asleep and might fall off of Prussia's back. If he does the same thing but with him facing the other, that would just be too uncomfortable for either of the two, especially Prussia. The thought of waking him up was thrown out the window a while ago since the nation was probably exhausted from the plane ride. All that seemed left was to carry him 'bridal style', which wasn't the worst position to carry him, especially compared to Prussia's less than amazing ideas.
As he bent down and hovered above him to find a good way to get a some type of handle on his back as well as the underside of his knees, it had only taken a few moments for him to get Canada's arms to wrap around Prussia's shoulders and then to attempt to make the somewhat fluid motion of picking him up. Except Prussia hit the back of his legs on the glass coffee table that was behind him and almost fell over. He was able to save Canada as well as himself from a potentially terrible accident, but he could also feel the oncoming bruises he would see later in the morning. He then tried to get him upstairs and to his guestroom without letting his head hit anything. As both of them arrived to the temporary bedroom and when Prussia was able to get the door to open after a few minutes of struggling, he was able to get in and set him on his bed. He was about to leave when he heard a muffled snicker.
"Thanks Gil." He heard more snickers and giggles.
"You were awake! And you let me go through that struggle?" Prussia started pouting as Canada sat up and looked at him with a sleepy expression plastered on him.
"Well, I was gonna tell you that I was awake, but when you almost fell, I kinda wanted to see how far it would go." His snickers lessened but he still had an amused look in his eyes. "It was funny too, even though I kinda panicked 'cause I thought I would potentially die." His voice exaggerated the word 'die' since if Prussia did fall like he thought he was going to, he could've more than likely landed on top of the other nation. "Thank you though. I would've slept on the couch if you didn't bring me up here. I was too tired from the plane ride." He smiled at the other with gratitude upon his face, and Prussia gleamed back at him. He has always been a sucker when it comes to praise.
"Don't worry Mattie. Not that big of a deal." He started walking towards the door as the other pulls a few blankets over himself.
"'Night, Gil."
"Gute natch, Mattie."
Prussia had woken up somewhat early, if 10 in the morning was considered early. He went up the stairs from the basements that somewhat resembled a type of bedroom, only because of the single bed and nightstand that resided in it. Gilbird was chirping from behind him as the bird tried to catch up to rest up on his head. He was able to get to the kitchen, and as two plates had been set near the stove top, there had been creaking and then the light sound of yawning. It was the only type of announcement to let Prussia know that the tired Canadian had come downstairs, still in his pajamas (the same way he was dressed as well), to either eat or talk to him. More than likely, both.
"G'morning Gil." He gave another small yawn as he walked, practically stumbling, over to where the older nation was. "It smells so good in here."
As he spoke, Prussia could smell the mint coming off of the others mouth, and it made him a bit self conscious of his own morning breath since he had gotten into the habit of usually brushing his teeth after he eats. "Well, it's not much and I hope you're alright with a pretty basic breakfast." Canada nods and starts wandering around the kitchen, but still staying relatively near. "Although, as much as it pains me, we don't have maple syrup." That was when he stopped dead in his tracks.
"What!?"
"It's true. Ran out a while ago."
"No way! Impossible! I would've figured with how much to love pancakes, you would keep it around as much as I do."
The somewhat panicked look on his face made Prussia try to hold back a laugh as much as he could. "Birdie, I thought you would survive at least one day without syrup!"
He puffs his cheeks at him, then gives out a small 'huff'.
After the relatively simple breakfast of wurst, toast, and any jams that had been lying around (which Canada had hesitantly accepted), the two of them went to their respective bedrooms to go and change to get ready for any events that may occur.
Returning from his basement, Prussia had found Canada waiting patiently on the living room couch while fiddling with his hands.
"Hey, ready to go?"
He had gotten off of the couch, and he seemed to almost radiate a type of childlike joy in the smile that was on his face. It wasn't cynical and cruel like Russia's smiles usually appeared as, always holding childish cruelty. It appeared as such a genuine smile, Prussia could swear the only other person who ever had a smile like that would be Italy.
"Yeah, got any idea of what you wanna see?" The two of them had started walking towards the car while both had tried to get an idea of where to go.
"Well, the castles thing sounded kind of interesting. Didn't you say it was a river or something?"
Prussia started up the car and left the driveway. "Yeah! You're talking about Rhine, right? Damn, it's been a while since I've been there too."
"It sounds interesting though. The idea of castles always interested me, although the idea affected Alfred a little differently." He had started chuckling. "Whenever he felt like it, being the 'hero' that he is, he would always try to find damsels in distress and he would always be the knight or the prince. But guess who was his 'damsel in distress'."
His right eyebrow quirked, and Prussia started snickering. "Holy scheiße! No way! Did he make you put on some frilly dress and say that there was some dragon he needed to fight? I bet Francy-pants would've helped with the dresses."
As soon as he mentioned the idea of a dress, Canada quickly turned his head away from him and turned to the door window instead. "Maybe."
Once Prussia burst out in laughter, and then gotten a few punches in the arm from Canada, he realized that he was somewhat close to their destination.
The car ride the rest of the way was carried on with interesting conversations that had no point to them with his own occasional teasing comments which were always followed by snide remarks by Canada.
As the two of them had gotten in a somewhat heated discussion about how Prussia should be the one making dinner instead of Canada, even though he was still the guest and wanted to cook, they had arrived to Rhine.
After Prussia had parked the car and started heading towards the boating docks, as it was the best way to see all of the castles, Canada was already ahead of him while quickly talking about how excited he was about the whole place. After complaining that he was walking too slowly and that by the time the two of them would make it to the docks that it would be closed, he had grabbed Prussia's hand and hurriedly dragged him to the dock so that they could to buy the tickets.
Prussia was able to buy the tickets, while Canada kept on jabbering about how excited he was about the trip, even though it was blatantly obvious with how he couldn't stay still, as well as how he kept asking the other seemingly endless questions about the castles that could be seen. It was a little endearing to Prussia about how happy and excited he was to be there.
The two of them had gotten on the boat, when Prussia had noticed some odd looks from those near him, he figured it was because he was an albino and they simply had never seen one before, so he quickly shrugged off the somewhat rude looks.
As the 'cruise' went on, Canada's excitement seemed to only grow as he pointed out everything and anything that peaked his interest, which was mostly the castles.
He started leaning along the white fencing of the boat, while still looks towards the various castles and hills. "You know, it's been a while since I've felt like a tourist. While I know that I probably look like one anyways, even though I hope I don't, this is so much fun for me. Oh, look at the castle over there! It's right behind that hill! I mean, it's nice being able to actually travel somewhere for something other than business; no paperwork to worry about, no meetings I have to worry about, no politicians badgering me about issues they've talked to me about so many times that I can't count anymore, it's nice and a little bit relaxing. Oh, look at how big that castle is!" He had returned back to his excitement after giving that little speech, and Prussia could feel a little closer to him for some reason. Maybe because of how he could sort of understand what he meant.
Always being at war was fine with Prussia since he had somewhat enjoyed fighting, and still does, but he always loved when he was able to relax and do something as simple as listen to the sound of nothing. No fights, no screams, only the tall grass that would be around him while he leaned against a tree to simply relax.
Prussia realized that while becoming nostalgic, he had been absentmindedly staring at Canada, with what he assumed was a rather loving face. Fidgeting rather quickly, he moved his head so that he would face the mountains as well. As the trip continued, he had ended up joining the excited Canadian in his endeavors while trying to tell him as much about the castles as Prussia could manage, even if it wasn't that much. Although he did seem to appreciate the knowledge that Prussia was trying to pretend that he knew.
Before they knew it, the boat ride was over, and it was nearing sunset. As the two of them left the docks and starting searching for the car in the mass of vehicles in the parking lot, Prussia realized it is still only the afternoon and that by the time that they could get back to the house, it would only be nearing 6 o'clock back with the 12 hour clock .
As they located the car and got into it, Prussia had come up with an idea that seemed pretty good to him. "Hey Mattie, are you hungry or something?" He wasn't exactly starving, but he did know of one location that the Canadian would love as much as he does.
"I guess, but just a little. Why? I thought you wanted to cook for dinner, or something." He straps on his seatbelt as the other starts to drive out of the parking lot.
"Yeah, I still do, but I thought of a place I wanted to take you. Gotta keep you on your feet, the element of surprise and all that shit."
"Hmm, and I can't do anything to make you tell me?" He started rapidly blinking his eyes in false innocence as an attempt to get Prussia to tell him what it was that they were going to do.
"Not a chance Birdie."
Prussia snickered as he gave out a 'huff' and then slouched in his seat.
Translation
gute natch - good night
scheiße - shit
Hey you guys! First of all I want to give an ever lovely thank you to the amazing pastaaddict for giving me the idea of them going to Rhine, I hope it was good! I had tried to do as much research as I could, so I hope I did a good job at it. If you guys have any other ideas as to where they should go then make sure to tell me, as I'll more than likely put it in these future chapters. I am somewhat proud as to how this chapter turned out, since I've become more comfortable writing in Prussia's position (even if I still have a long way to go!) and it's turning out pretty good. While I'm still not sure how long this story will be, I do know that it will be a while before I officially end it. Remember that if you guys have any comments, critiques, or if you think there's something that I should improve on, try and tell me! For the moment, and I hope you guys are enjoying it so far! (/^▽^)/
Also, if you guys were wondering why Prussia decided to clean in the previous chapter, I had found this game Hiruyama made that is really cute and you should totally play! It's somewhere in the Hetarchives and its called 'Cleaning Prussia'.