*~* Hey! I'm back with the second chapter! indiechiquegeek Requested some PruCan in the story and so she shall have it! Please, feel free to request other pairings that involve other characters, the only ones I won't change characters in are: SpainxSouth Italy, GermanyxItaly, and PrussiaxCanada (because it was requested). Any other pairings may be requested, but in the end America and England will end up together so don't expect a lot of FrUk if it's requested. Also, this chapter will be from Canada's point of view :3 *~* H.A.J.K. 2.00
Warnings: Yaoi, BL, all that good stuff; lots of fluff in this chapter and... Prussia... Human names used! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, if I did there would be a lot more Yaoi involved with several pairings I won't bother to mention :3
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Canada stared at the floor for a long time after England had left. His brain had trouble comprehending exactly how he'd gone on this long and not recognized England's real feelings.
Or maybe he had known and simply refused to accept that their relationship had been doomed from the start - that no matter how devoted Matthieu could be to Arthur, the other man would always want Alfred more.
He finally collapsed onto the couch and pulled off his glasses, staring blankly at the ceiling until tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He was so swept up in his hopelessness that he nearly jumped through the roof when Prussia unceremoniously kicked in the door in and stomped into his house.
"Birdie, are you here?" the man bellowed without looking around to see if Canada was really there or not. "Oi, I really want some of you awesome panca- Hey, Birdie, what's with the not-awesome face? Are you okay?"
Matthieu looked up to find Prussia staring at him curiously, his red eyes wide and blinking. A small ball of yellow fluff was perched on top of his head - as usual, Prussia seemed to be completely oblivious to it.
"Yes, I'm fine," Canada lied. "I just have a few things on my mind." He turned his attention to the floor, hoping that Prussia would get the hint that he really didn't want to be pestered about making pancakes right now - he was busy watching his whole life fall apart.
"Oh...well, is it so bad that you can't make me some pancakes?" Prussia asked.
Canada bit back a groan - all he really wanted to do was curl up and be miserable, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do that until the other man left. And it was quite clear to him that the German wasn't leaving without a stomach full of pancakes.
"No, I suppose it's not that bad, but -" the Canadian began meekly.
"Great," Prussia said, cutting him off as he plopped down into a nearby armchair. "Well? What are you waiting for? Hop to it, Birdie! Someone as awesome as me can't wait all day!"
"Birdie?" Canada thought as he sighed in defeat, got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen where he started taking out the ingredients for pancakes. He set the flour and eggs on the counter and reached into an overhead cupboard for a large mixing bowl. Matthieu carefully metered out the ingredients - he'd made pancakes for Arthur so many times that he didn't need a measuring cup to make sure he had it right - and began to mix the batter in the bowl until it was mostly smooth.
He heard a faint whistle of wind from outside, and he set the bowl on the counter to look out at the cloudy sky from a small, round kitchen window. The gray clouds moved slowly in the light evening breeze, and Canada let himself get lost in their calming motion.
"Oi, whatcha' starin' at, Birdie?"
Matthieu yelped at the intrusion and lost his balance, his shoes slid around in the flour dust on the floor and he fell.
"Kesesesese! Scared you, didn't I," Gilbert asked, laughing loudly. "Hey, don't zone out like that - you're supposed to be making me pancakes!"
"Y-yeah, sorry, Gilbert." The Canadian apologized quickly as he picked himself up off the ground and dusted off his pants. He needed to remember to pay more attention to his surroundings, especially when Prussia was around.
Or France. But that wasn't important at the moment.
Gilbert leaned on the kitchen counter. "What's got you so distracted, Birdie?"
Matthieu only shook his head, picked up the batter he had been mixing and walked over to the stove to heat up a pan.
"Come on, tell me! I can't help if you don't speak!"
Canada hadn't planned to tell anyone - ever - about what had happened, but before he knew it, he heard himself saying, "I broke up with England because he likes my brother more than me." The words tumbled out in a rush, as if he'd hoped that saying it quickly would make it hurt less.
"Oh." Prussia was silent for a moment, looking more uncomfortable than Canada could ever remember seeing him.
Matthieu didn't say anymore about it. He ladled a spoonful of batter into the frying pan, listening as it sizzled and popped on the hot iron. "Do you want maple or blueberry syrup on these?"
Prussia stayed there for a moment or two, still looking rather shocked. Finally, he muttered, "Maple," and left.
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Matthieu set a healthy stack of pancakes drizzled with maple syrup and a tall glass of orange juice - because according to Gilbert, 'It's loaded with vitamins, which will make me even more awesome!" - on the table and peeked out of the kitchen into the living room to see the other man stretched out on the couch, watching a soap opera about young and restless Americans.
"Are you watching soaps?" Matthieu asked, barely holding in a laugh, and Prussia leaped off the cushions and scurried to change the channel.
"No! The awesome me does not watch lame things like soap operas!" Gilbert protested. Canada noticed that Prussia wouldn't look him in the eye.
Canada clapped his hand over his mouth and giggled softly. "So, how is Jack going to get back at Victor?"
"He's marrying Nikki," Prussia answered right away. "Then he's going to buy-" The gray-haired man froze, realizing that he'd completely given himself away.
"Ha - you were watching it!" Matthieu exclaimed.
Prussia stammered. "I d-don't...but...I-"
The Canadian chuckled again and took the German's place on the couch. He picked up the remote control off the floor and switched the television back on. "I kind of want to see it too. How do you think I know who Nikki and Victor and Jack are?"
Gilbert seemed to be a little relieved by Matthieu's admission, and he slowly sat back down next to him. "So," he started, "Eyebrows likes the Hero, huh?"
Canada's smile fell slightly. "Um. Yeah. I think I already knew it, but...I didn't want to believe it, y'know?"
Prussia nodded in response.
"So I broke up with him. If he doesn't want to be with me, I'm not going to beg him to stay," Canada said as he played with the drawstring of his red hooded sweatshirt.
"Well, Eyebrows is stupid."
Canada looked at the other man, a little surprised at what he'd said. "What?"
Gilbert nodded. "He's stupid. You're at least ten times cooler then your idiot brother! And if Eyebrows can't see that...well, it's his loss." He leaned over and set his hands on Matthieu's shoulders, patting them a little too hard. Canada didn't complain - the weight of Prussia's hands on him was oddly reassuring.
Matthieu felt his tension ease up a little for the second time that night, and he really smiled.
"Hey, Gilbert?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't forget your pancakes. They're going to get cold."
"Oh right!" The German jumped off the couch and sped into the kitchen. "Hey, Birdie?" he called from the other room.
"Yeah?"
"You, uh, gonna come in here and help me eat these? I'm awesome enough that I can share some."
Canada grinned to himself. "I suppose I could eat just a few." He got up from his seat and followed the other man into the kitchen.
He could be miserable about England tomorrow. He had an obscene amount of pancakes and a friend to share them with.
For tonight, that was enough.