Changement

Part 25

"And what's your name, cutie?"

Canada was rather startled by the sudden voice by his ear; startled enough that he jumped rather violently in response. Almost right out of his seat. "Uh, wha—?"

A group of five guys had surrounded him while he wasn't paying attention, completely lost in thought. And, as he glanced forward, he realized that he was also surrounded by a rather impressive amount of empty glasses. Crap...

"Um, I'm Matthew."

One of them, probably the one who had first spoken, grinned at this remark and sat down in the empty seat beside him, flagging down the bartender as he did so. "Two of whatever he was drinking."

Another dropped into the seat on his opposite side, flashing him a look that was probably supposed to be flirting.

"I'm Tom," the first remarked as the beers came and he slid one in front of Canada. "What's somebody like you doing sitting all alone? Broke up with your girlfriend or something?"

"Um, no..." Canada usually would do anything to keep from being rude, but at the moment, he was so mentally exhausted that he just wanted to ask them to please go away and leave him alone.

Unfortunately, this Tom fellow didn't give him an opportunity to be rude. "So, where are you from? I've never seen you around here before."

"Canada..." He did not want to deal with these humans right now. He really really did not want to deal with these humans right now. Why had France suddenly decided to ditch him like that? Now he was stuck sitting by himself while he tried to figure out how to react to the fact that Prussia apparently liked him.

"Really? You're from Canada, eh?" He laughed as if he'd just made the most hilarious joke ever. Canada really wished that he weren't so polite. If he wasn't, then he wouldn't feel bad if he decked this guy.

He attempted to ignore him, downing the beer set out in front of him, hoping that the guy would take the hint and leave.

Unfortunately, he didn't.

Neither did the guy on his other side.

"So, you got a girlfriend, Matt?"

Please just go away. "Yes, I'm actually waiting for her right now."

"But she ain't here yet?" And suddenly a hand was resting on his leg and one of the other guys was leaning over his shoulder. He could smell beer on his breath...

Crap. Where the hell had France gone? Or Prussia...Where was Prussia?

"No...Oh, wait, there she is. Sorry, I gotta go." Canada attempted to stand up, but suddenly felt a hand on either shoulder, pushing him back down.

"Aw, come on. Why don't you dance with me?" Tom chuckled, leaning closer. He smelled like some mixture of beer, cigarettes, and the faintest twinge of vomit. Canada flinched slightly at the vile smell, searching the crowd desperately for France or Spain or Prussia or England or anyone that he knew.

"Hey, bastard! Get your hands off my Mattie!" And, before Canada had a moment to react, Tom was down, his nose crunching under a fist. He immediately yelped, hands reaching to the nose which had quite probably been broken. And stared up into a pair of absolutely furious, ruby-red eyes.

Canada had never seen Prussia angry before. Never. No matter what happened, he was always perfectly at ease—he'd cause others to blow up, sure, but he never lost his temper himself.

Now he had and now he knew why it was that the other nations spoke about Prussia's military history with such fear. He honestly looked as if he were about to kill this human right now. His red eyes were glinting the exact colour of blood; his lips were drawn back in an animalistic snarl that showed slightly too-sharp teeth.

How in the world could he still look like so hot like that?

Wait... And finally Canada's alcohol-drenched mind realized exactly what it was that he was looking at. Prussia honestly looked as if he were about to kill this human... Kill. As in, commit probably the most serious crime against a human. And then he reached to the bar and grabbed an empty beer bottle, smashing the base against the wood...

Oh, shit. He actually was going to kill him...

"Gil!!" And suddenly Canada was on his feet, almost falling over due to the sudden motion. He definitely should not have been drinking so much. Especially since he was now apparently going to be trying to reason with an incensed Prussia. "Gil, don't..."

Prussia was completely ignoring him, his eyes on the human who was too terrified to move. "Fucking piece of shit. You keep your filthy hands off my Mattie."

"Dude, I'm sorry," the human squeaked, his voice congested due to the broken nose, which was causing blood to drip down his chin...

"Gil!" Canada hurriedly jumped forward just as Prussia brought the bottle-neck back, grabbing his arm before he could strike. The bartender, who had started to move toward them at the sudden sound of the bottle breaking, grabbed the other arm, effectively allowing the human the opportunity to crawl away.

Prussia immediately spun around, eyes flashing with bloodlust at the bartender, who quickly dropped the arm and took an automatic step backwards.

Canada held on even tighter. "Gilbert, I'm fine. Leave him alone. I'm perfectly fine. It's not worth it."

For a minute, he was terrified that Prussia might actually turn on him with the bottle or hit him or something. It really would not take much of anything for him to break free right now, after all. Canada could barely keep himself upright, let alone hold back a sober, furious, bloodthirsty Prussian.

But then, after a few moments of them staring at each other as if to see who would break first, Prussia slowly relaxed and then sighed.

"Damn it, Mattie. I wouldn't have actually killed him. I'd just have sent him to the hospital for a few months. He'd have recovered. Eventually."

"Gil, you can't do something like that. I had it under control."

Prussia snorted and shook his head slightly. "Obviously not, since you hadn't already punched that bastard in the face when I showed up."

Please. He could not deal with this right now. Especially not when Prussia was standing really really close to him... And the alcohol in his system was not making thinking very easy.

Actually, the only thing that he could really focus on right now was the fact that Prussia was standing close... And it wouldn't be hard to lean forward right now and... And Prussia liked him. Really liked him.

"Gil?" He started, hesitating when Prussia actually turned toward him with an expectant expression.

"What?"

"I—that song—" Canada froze, eyes nervously dipping toward the floor. Damn, this was embarrassing... "I—did you really mean it?"

And now Prussia was the one to freeze. His eyes widening slightly in panic... Oh crap, Mattie had...But was this a good thing? Maybe he hadn't hated it... But what if he had?

Oh fuck it all. He couldn't lie to those ridiculously pretty violet eyes.

"Ah...well...yeah. Yes. I—I just thought that since I think that you're pretty awesome, you deserved a pretty awesome song. And I—well—I kind of...I kind of like you. A lot."

For a moment, there was no reaction from the other nation. Who seemed to have frozen in shock.

Prussia attempted to save himself. "I mean, it's not like I—"

And he was interrupted.

As a pair of arms was thrown around his neck and a very excited Canadian attacked his lips with much more ferocity than the Prussian would have expected from the other nation.

For a few seconds, Prussia just stood there in shock. And then he realized that this was so totally unawesome. The awesome Prussia was not about to be outdone by anyone—not even Mattie.

So he decided to deepen the kiss, sliding his arms around Canada's waist and drawing him closer. Because the awesome Prussia was also an awesome kisser.

He was a tiny bit surprised when Mattie started giving back just as good as he was getting. Hmm, maybe Mattie was getting a little bit closer to Prussia's level of awesome...Who would have imagined that his adorable little Mattie would be so good at this?

And then they were interrupted—of course—by screaming from the dance floor.

"Holy shit!"

"Isn't anybody going to stop him?!"

"Fight!! Fight!! Fight!!"

"Don't you dare touch my Iggy!"

"I'm not yours, you bloody git! And don't you dare break his face in before I get the chance to!"

"Alfred, stop this! You're making a scene!"

"Break that French pervert's nose!"

"Lovi, don't say that!!"

"Gilbert-nii!" And suddenly Prussia was semi-tackled by a slightly hysterical Italian. "Gilbert-nii! Alfred is going to kill France-nii because he kissed Inghilterra!!"

Apparently he was hysterical enough that he was mixing up their country names, human names, and Italian names...

"Feli? What are you doing here?"

"Prussia-nii! You have to help save France-nii!" And Italy was tugging on his arm, attempting to drag him into the centre of the chaos.

"Ita—Feli—wait…I was just…" He glanced back at Canada who just responded with a slight shrug.

Fucking America.

A/N: Three more chapters. Wow. This went so fast. So I'll basically be finished with this by the time I get back to the States. *sad face*

So, right now I'm on the train coming back from the Lake District after a few totally awesome days of hiking up mountains, helping a shepherd herd his sheep (not that I did much, but I got to hold a lamb cuz of it), getting totally lost while walking around lakes… Twas much much fun :D And tonight I'll be heading out to Rome. EXCITING!!!

Anddddd… WE HAVE MORE FANART!!! Tamer Lorika has been darling enough to draw a picture for this story. Go to my profile to view it and SHOW LOVE!! :D