Author's note: Yeah…. Um, here's the translation to the French bit from the last chappie. XP

L'amour n'est pas quelque chose qui peut être masqué lorsque exprimé so... explicitement. - Love is not something that can be hidden when expressed so... explicitly.

Now… ON WITH THE SHOW!

The little white bear scampered up to America and looked the tall nation straight in the face as he asked, "Who the hell are you?" Probably the biggest and most hilarious sentence Canada had heard from the little bear.

Prussia stood under the gaze of a very irate looking Englishman, appearing unfazed by the daggers that were being glared at him. Inwardly however, he was a tidbit intimidated. He'd never in a million years admit it though. It would be just plain un-awesome. So there he stood, waiting as patiently as possible for England to verbally chew him out so he could get this whole awkward situation over with. But the man in front of him seemed to be unable to get past the first word. He kept saying things like "Y-" "Wh-" "H-" and "Th-." It was beginning to get on Prussia's nerves.

"Oh spit it out old man!" Yeah he probably should've kept that particular comment to himself seeing that England was now inches from his face, and that's impressive for a small man like him.

"Who are YOU calling old? If you were any older Italy's Grandfather would've been calling you 'daddy!'" England fumed.

Prussia scoffed. "I'm not that old."

"You might not be but you sure as bloody hell are not as young as-" England paused to think.

"Canada?" Prussia deadpanned.

"Exactly!"

"So that's the only thing you have against our relationship?" Prussia raised a grey eyebrow.

"No! There's also the fact that most 'relationships' you get into end in either tears or, in your earlier years, wars." England crossed his arms.

Prussia could only roll his eyes at England's assessment of him. Sure, he'd broken a few hearts before and yeah, he claimed vital regions and started a ton of wars but he wasn't completely heart less.

"I was younger then, I was using my youth to its fullest extent and, last time I checked, you weren't the nicest nation in the world either."

"That may be, but I never took advantage of a young nation such as Canada!"

"What about America?" Prussia's eyes narrowed.

"It's not the same thing, for one, America and I never had a sexual relationship." England defended, but Prussia could tell he had him with that.

"Oh sure it is," Prussia took a step toward England. "You still used him to further your wealth and power while he was weak and defenseless. Isn't that what you're accusing me of?"

England appeared affronted, but he held his ground. "It's not the same thing." He said through gritted teeth.

"Oh but it is, and you know it." Prussia smirked. "The only difference between me and you is that I actually care about Canada. You can't even remember his name for ten minutes."

England sighed in defeat. "Yeah well it's not my fault the boy never makes himself known as well as his brother does."

"That excuse stinks like ass." Prussia said, relieved in the change of topic.

"And you are an ass."

Canada swallowed hard when he finally saw Prussia and England walk into the room. He looked expectantly between the two of them. England simply smiled and Prussia sat beside him grinning like a mad fool. Canada took it as a sign that things had gone well. A pregnant silence permeated the room.

"So-"

"Come America, we're leaving." England cut America off short and turned to exit the room.

"Wh-What? Why? And how many times have I told you to call me Alfre…" America's voice trailed off as he followed England out the door.

Canada suddenly felt like a lamb in between a couple of lions now. He could practically feel the leer France was giving him and Prussia.

"S-So everything went… well?" Canada asked Prussia quietly.

"Oh yes, we won't be getting anymore trouble from them." Prussia replied, putting his arm around Canada's waist.

"Merveilleux! So what was Angleterre's issue anyway?" France chimed in.

"He said I was too old." Prussia scoffed turning to Canada. "Do I look old to you?"

"Well, you do have white hair. You kind of look like an old man-"

"Or an old lady." France mused.

"What? I do not!" Prussia said looking between the two of them.

"Oh don't worry about it! Canada likes 'em older!" Canada blushed madly at that.

"Yeah well, you're just as old as me so fuck off gramps!"

"At least my hair is still as lustrous and bouncy as my younger years. And my face is still filled with l'amour! Unlike you, if you get anymore wrinkles people might mistake you for a bulldog."

Canada giggled at the face Prussia was making at France and clapped a hand to his mouth after realizing. But the two men on either side of him didn't seem to care.

"And that pale skin of yours already makes you look like you sleep in a coffin or something."

"Will you stop with the old jokes already? I feel like my skin is going to crawl off my fucking face!" Prussia pouted.

"You're face fucks?" France asked perversely.

"Better than you do…"

"Oh so it's gonna be like that now is it?"

Canada felt that now would probably be a good time to interject.

"G-Gilbert?"

Prussia looked down at him, stopping short of saying anything else to France. And it was only now that Canada realized he didn't really have anything to say. Thinking quickly he could only see one possible option of what to do. Or maybe it was just because he wanted to do it. Canada leaned up and quickly pecked Prussia on the lips. Prussia smirked, unsurprisingly, down at him.

"Well what was that for?" He asked though looking thoroughly pleased with himself already.

"For not getting yourself killed by England." Canada smiled weakly back at him. A content silence passed between them.

"I can see my presence here is no longer needed here," Both Prussia and Canada jumped at the sound of France's voice.

"I shall take my leave now." France bowed Dramatically before he all but pranced out of the room, singing a French love song at the top of his lungs.

Canada and Prussia looked at each other, not saying anything for a few seconds. Then Prussia began to laugh and Canada followed shortly after. Pretty soon they were a piled heap on the couch, laughing their heads off. The funny thing was that there was nothing funny at all. Except perhaps France's singing, the whole ordeal they had gone through today was just plain awkward. And neither of them ever wanted to relive this experience.

Prussia now had his head resting comfortably upon Canada's chest and sounded like he was beginning to fall asleep. Canada looked up at the clock; it was only about 4:30 in the afternoon. He contemplated waking Prussia but as he looked down at him, he thought it would be best to leave him for a few minutes; after all it had been a long day. Canada smiled and ran his fingers through Prussia's short tufts of hair. He delighted in the soft feel of it in his fingers.

So he sat and listened to his lover snore softly and after awhile he felt himself beginning to doze off too. Until the phone rang, however.

Author's Note: OMG I am SO sorry I haven't been updating! D: School and my life at home has been beating me up so I wasn't able to write! I promise to finish this story within a few chapters though ok? And then I'll probably be doing oneshots for awhile DX So I can recover from my failure of all of those of you who review. I hope you enjoyed this! I will update more frequently since I have a better idea of where I'm going with this story now. Just be patient with me ^^;