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It makes me happier than Russia with unlimited vodka...

"Well, Ca-na-da," Prussia replied, waving his arms in a grand gesture. "Don't be sad any longer, I will tell you all about my awesome and you will become filled with joy! It's a natural reaction to my stories... Sometimes people even cry! And..."
Matthew sighed, tuning out the nation he had just met. Gilbert. What a strange name. It didn't sound very 'awesome.' Picking himself up from the floor, the blonde nation tried to get the others attention. "Prussia, please... I don't want to hear your stories."

The albino paused, red eyes shifting over to Canada with a quizzical expression. He looked as if he was about to say something but instead, crinkled his nose and sniffed the air, looking disgusted. "What's burning?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
With a start, Canada remembered his pancakes that he had left cooking on the stove. "Putain!" He cried, rushing into his kitchen with the hope of saving his breakfast.
The taller nation followed curiously, forgetting that the sharing of his awesomeness had been interrupted as he leant against the wall, watching Canada rush around the kitchen with a strange fascination.
Waving away the smoke with his oven mitts, Canada coughed, in shock that he had actually burnt his pancakes. He always made them perfectly... It was such a sad sight.
Turning the stove top off, he stayed silent for a few moments, feeling hopeless. "Mother of maple..." he grumbled, poking at the two charred cakes with a fork.

Clearing his throat, Prussia peered at the black lumps in the frying pan. They didn't look very appetizing. "Um, are those supposed to look like burnt piles of charcoal?" GilBird popped up from his hair, chirping a few times as if to wonder the same thing.
With a look that the albino assumed was supposed to be threatening, Canada's eye twitched in anger. "If you hadn't burst in here and distracted me, they would look like they are supposed to - fluffy and delicious... so, no, they are not supposed to look like this." With a deep sigh, he began to scrape the ruined food into the garbage, trying to get all the blackened pieces off the pan. He would have to start all over again.

Realizing what Canada had said, Gilbert suddenly felt guilty – something he never felt. Scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, he watched the other pour a creamy looking mix into a new pan, trying to remember how he would go about apologizing.
How should I do this again? Um... Oh, right.

"Hey, I'm... uh, sorry." Forcing the words from his mouth, he could feel his eye twitching at how unawesome it was to be saying sorry. The nation better accept his apology, or else.
Looking up from pouring the mix in the pan with a surprised expression, Matthew stayed silent for a moment, not sure if Prussia was serious. It seemed an unlikely thing for such a cocky nation to do.
"It's okay," he finally replied, looking back down at the blobs he had made, wondering why his cheeks suddenly flushed red. They only did that when he said something too loudly...

An awkward silence filled the air, broken only by the sudden hissing of Canada's pancakes cooking. The smell of smoke quickly dispersed and was replaced with the scent of warmth and cozy feelings. Uncomfortable with the silence, Gilbert spoke his first thought, flopping down into one of the chairs seated around the small dining table. "So, Canada, what's your real name?"
He had only just realized that the blonde had simply told him what nation he was, not his actual name.

Shocked yet again, Canada tried to brush off his surprise. No one had ever asked what his real name was before... In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had kept a conversation going with another nation for so long. It felt... nice.
"I'm Matthew. Matthew Williams..." He replied, his voice quiet. Suddenly he felt more timid than usual. Flipping the cakes over, he thought for a few moments before continuing. "I'm Alfreds' brother and we look alike. For some reason everyone mistakes me for him... It can get troublesome, as you so intrusively demonstrated."

Leaning forward, Gilbert frowned as he listened, finding it hard to hear the nations soft voice. It was so different from his own boisterous one. As Matthew explained, he wondered how he had ever mistaken the two. Of course, there were similarities but once he really studied the other nation, it seemed obvious to him that he was not Alfred. The other grew quiet again and he sighed, feeling worse than he had two minutes ago. Not only had he ruined his breakfast, but he also rudely mistook Matthew for someone else.
Mien Gott, I'm such an ass. A really unawesome ass.

Suddenly, Matthew was beside him, setting a plate down on the place mat, looking slightly nervous. "Here," the blonde mumbled, sitting down on the other side of the table with his own plate. "I'm not sure how good they will taste but..."

Interrupting him, the Prussian inspected the food on his plate. "What... is this?" He had never seen anything like it before. Experimentally, he poked it, surprised that it was kind of squishy. That made him even more apprehensive.
A small laugh made him look up, red eyes narrowing. No one laughed at the awesome him without good reason. Before he could complain, Canada was reaching across the table with a glass bottle of golden liquid, pouring a generous amount on his food.
"They are pancakes with maple syrup... Just try them." Matthew found himself smiling wider than he had in a long time as he watched the albino, already eating his own pancakes.

Deciding that they probably weren't going to kill him, Gilbert took a bite, nose scrunched just in case it tasted horrible. His eyes widened and he stared down at pancakes, mouth open slightly. He could swear Austria was hiding in a corner, playing music to match his happiness. Either that or he had gone insane.
Looking up at Matthew, he exclaimed, "These are amazing! Completely worthy of the awesome me!" before stuffing half of a whole pancake in his mouth.
Canada simply shook his head, secretly gleaming inside; he had always wanted someone to share pancakes with...

Translation Notes
Putain! - Fuck!
Mein Gott - My God