Inspired: All Four Seasons by Sting

All Four Seasons

Spring

Prussia blinked. Morning... It was morning. He sat up and stretched with a low murmur, allowing the soft bedsheets to slither down around his waist.

The alarm beside him flashed '0600' in neon. He had slept in, then.

Prussia turned his attention to the blonde snuggled against his legs. Canada. His lips were parted and pink and sighed with each breath. Prussia chuckled when the other nation tried to burrow deeper into the blankets and kissed him on the forehead.

"Good morning," he whispered.

Canada snorted and peeked at Prussia through his tousled curls.

"'m not sure there's an'thing 'good' abou' it…" He mumbled as he patterned little designs on his legs with his fingers.

"What about me? I'm good!"

"Oh, yes, I suppose."

"Just 'good'…?" He waggled his eyebrows.

"Mmm." Canada sat up so that he could nip at his collarbone. "You're wonderful."

"Damn right."

Prussia let Canada slide back into the nest of pillows and blankets. And then he disappeared, settling under the bedsheets and between his legs.

And then Prussia stopped thinking altogether.


Summer

Canada wandered around the kitchen without a stitch on, gathering ingredients and humming a wordless tune. Prussia sat with his chin in his hand and watched him. He had managed to find some socks before Canada had dragged him downstairs for breakfast but that was all.

He danced to the counter with a carton of eggs and a spatula.

He started singing. His voice was rough from their earlier activities.

Prussia grinned.

"What'cha' makin'?"

"Hmmm…" Canada studied the collection of ingredients. "I haven't decided yet. What do you want for breakfast?"

His smile widened before he was able to school his expression. He leaned back and inspected Canada. Or rather, he inspected his backside.

"… You."

Canada put his hands on his hips, still holding the utensil.

"I can't believe you said that with a straight face."

Prussia shrugged.

"I want you."

Canada picked up the teapot and stalked over to him. He sat on his lap and offered it to him with a self satisfied smile.

"Coffee, tea…" He kissed behind his ear, nuzzling. "Or me?"

Prussia laughed and jostled him.

"Oh, you. Definitely you."

"… You asked for it." Canada set the teapot aside and straddled the other nation. He grasped his face between both hands and kissed him with more passion and grace than he should have before breakfast. Prussia whined against his lips.

He let Canada take the lead. Well, 'let' was a bit of an overstatement. He did not have much of a choice in the matter and that was just fine with him.


Autumn

Canada curled up next to him under the worn blanket. It was cream with stripes of colour and somehow important to his heritage. Prussia just knew that it was warm.

The fireplace crackled with cedar and birch and loose pine needles. It smelt nice.

Prussia sighed in contentment.

"This is nice," he said. Sure, sex was wonderful but he adored cuddling. Not that he would ever admit it.

"Mmmm…"

Canada shifted so that their bodies melted into each other and Prussia wrapped his arms around the other nation. Their pets were sprawled before the fireplace, snoozing.

And it was nice.

Canada wound their fingers together and kissed each of his knuckles, gentle and sweet. The sun washed through the window and painted the scene in soft pinks and yellows.

Prussia kissed the top of his head, the blonde curls tickling his nose, and continued to trace circles on his hipbone with his thumb and forefinger.

It was relaxing and warm and perfect.

And it was theirs.


Winter

Canada meandered into the den with a little frown.

"Gilbert, have you done the dishes like I asked?"

"Uh…" Prussia paused with his beer an inch from his lips. Whoops.

"You forgot, didn't you?"

"Uhm, no…"

"You did."

"No, I…" Canada tossed a dishtowel at him, hitting him in the face. "Ow! What was that for?"

"You promised to do the dishes!"

"Look, it's not the end of the world. I can do them now."

"You better believe you'll do them now."

"Yes, yes," Prussia put down his beer and turned off the television. He rolled his eyes. "I'm a bad, bad boy. I deserve to be punished."

"Don't you roll your eyes at me!" Canada growled.

Prussia bit his lip to keep from asking him if it was his time of the month or some other wisecrack that might have him sleeping on the couch. He pecked him on the cheek and fluttered his eyelashes.

"My mistake. I'm sorry."

Canada pouted.

"It's no fun being mad at you if you apologize…" He crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his left foot. Prussia thought he was adorable.

He laughed.

"How can I make it up to you?"

Canada blinked before a slow smile spread over his face.

"Oh. I'm sure I can think of something…"

Canada touched their noses together in a soft 'Eskimo Kiss' before Prussia leaned forward and sealed the deal.

And after that… Spring. Again.


Author's Notes:

'All four seasons in one day…' Spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Sweet, passionate, affectionate, and irritated. Rinse and repeat. Canada can be all four seasons in one day. I think we are all capable of bouncing between those dispositions. Some of us more than others… Myself, for instance. I can give you whiplash.

I like the image of Gilbert sitting back and watching Canada wander nude through the kitchen in nothing but his socks. Sort of bearsandswears style. (She is another wonderful artist. I tend to go to MapleVogel, bearsandswears, and stripesandteeth on tumblr for my PruCan fix. I should stop by and tell them how awesome they are.)

(The blanket mentioned is supposed to be a Hudson's Bay point wool blanket. I imagine that Canada would have one of the original blankets because, uh, duh.)