What? I ACTUALLY UPDATED IN A DECENT AMOUNT OF TIME!? HOLY CRAP! IT'S NOT EVER CHRISTMAS! :D I kinda had the writing bug and just ran with it. Lucky you guys! :3

Canada was the first to awaken, nuzzling closer against Germany's warmth. He sighed contentedly, glancing up at the one who he should have run from a long time ago. They were on opposite sides of the war. Not that Germany had any say in the matter, he knew. Bosses made them, as a country, do things none of them were proud of. He could think of a couple instances himself….He shook his head, forcing his mind from that dark path. That wasn't something he felt like wrestling with at the moment.

He shifted his head so it rested comfortably on Germany's shoulder while he studied his sleeping face. They had shifted while they slept, Canada realized, to the point where he was nearly on top of Germany, their legs twined together. He smiled to himself sliding an arm over Germany's stomach and settling down more under the blanket. He had to admit to himself, he kinda liked it when Germany's hair was a little mussed. Having it slicked back made him seem so formal and stiff. He liked this side better. A side he was almost positive no one (with maybe the exception of Prussia) had seen before. And he was allowed to see it. He couldn't suppress the almost childlike giddiness he felt at the thought.

He, the most invisible nation ever, was allowed to see a side to a frightening nation that no one else ever had the honor of seeing. It filled a place that he hadn't known to be empty until now. He was able to someone as they really were and be seen himself! He wasn't a footnote anymore! Not some brief thought that would sooner be fairy dust then solidify into reality. To this one person, he wasn't see through. He wasn't a ghost. He was seen as flesh and blood. And it made him so happy that the knowledge that it wouldn't last physically hurt. He didn't think he would be able to survive the separation. Gods, he was clingy already! They had only kissed once. Was he so desperately in need of some real recognition that he had fallen so fast and so hard for his enemy…?

He admitted to himself that, yes, he was. And he realized that he just didn't give a damn about it. Why should he deny himself something that he had been fighting so hard for for most of his life? Forget the logic, forget the guilt, he told himself. Everyone deserves to be happy. He did too. Both of them did…..

Canada, satisfied with where his thoughts had taken him, closed his eyes and dozed off again, falling into dreams of warmth that hadn't visited him since he was nothing but a colony. He was content with happy dreams.

Germany stirred an hour or so after Canada had dozed off, glancing down at the weight on his shoulder. He blushed softly and untangled himself from the sleeping Canadian, careful to not disturb his rest. Germany yawned, sitting up and swinging his legs around so he could rest his feet on the floor. He shivered slightly at the loss of heat as he stood, turning and tucking the sleeping man back in. He couldn't help the small flicker of affection he felt for the Canadian. Hard to believe that he had been (still is) frightened of someone who seemed so fragile on the inside.

Don't get him wrong, the man was far from delicate, but there was something under the surface of the Canadian. An odd undercurrent that you couldn't tell was there until you knew of it. He had a feeling he may have been the only person the man had ever actually broken down in front of. He couldn't deny the reality of the sobs, claiming himself unimportant to his own family. He couldn't deny himself the fact that most of those break downs the Canadian most likely had were spent alone, desperately trying to claw his self esteem and confidence back from the pit they had sunk into. If misery loves company, who could you share misery with but yourself if you were always alone?

Germany sighed, running a hand roughly through his hair, as if to strip the thoughts from his mind. It was too early for that kind of thinking. Far too early. He gave one last careful tuck around the sleeping figure and left for the kitchen to make a little breakfast for them both.

Canada stirred at the smell of eggs and potatoes wafting into the room. He cracked a sleepy eye and then sat up yawning as Germany presented a try of the food he had made, his own plate in hand. He thanked Germany and took the tray, setting it on his lap and picking up the fork, starting to work on his meal before it even rested on his legs. He was hungry today!

Germany shook his head slightly at the eagerness and took a seat in his customary chair, staring to make his way through his own breakfast.

"Your cooking could rival France's!" Canada complimented between bites happily.

"It's hard to mess up eggs and potatoes." Germany countered, raising a brow as the Canadian giggled lightly.

"You've never seen England cook, I take it?" He snorted. "He could burn water as long as it wasn't for his tea. I have no idea how he makes tea so perfectly, but can't make a meal without burning every part of it."

"America vas alvays saying that it vas good…"

"America has no taste buds! He could eat anything." Canada made a face. "I really mean anything."

Germany chuckled and shook his head, finishing his meal and standing, walking over and grabbing Canada's tray, taking everything back into the kitchen to be washed later. He came back into the room and stood, staring at Canada a moment, the other staring back.

"Off vith the shirt, Canada. Let me take a look."

Canada nodded, stripping his shirt and holding still as Germany inspected his injuries.

"You're pretty much all healed up, now. I von't have to redo any of the bandaging." He informed the smaller man, straightening.

Canada made a soft 'yay' as Germany scooped up the used bandages, removing them and placing them in a pile of other clothes that needed some washing. He turned and gave a start when he saw Canada behind him.

"Can I help with those?" He asked hesitantly and Germany shook his head.

"Nein. You shouldn't be outside right now. You are in enemy territory." He reminded him. "But….if you really vant to help with something, maybe you could vash up the dishes? I'll go get some vater for you."

Canada nodded, happy to be of some help. Even a nation as lazy as he was needed to move about sometimes. Otherwise, he'd go crazy!

Germany returned with water and helped Canada get it ready for washing the soiled dishes before leaving him to it and heading out to wash the various dirtied fabrics. They worked separately for a while, Canada inside and Germany out, both focused on their own tasks. Soon the last bit of laundry was hung to dry and he came inside to find Canada just kind of puttering around, doing things here and there but careful to stay from the windows.

He glance over his shoulder and smiled as Germany entered, careful to not mess up Canada's sweeping.

"I…..got a little bored." He laughed, setting aside the broom. "And when I'm bored, I clean."

Germany laughed. "It is not a bad habit to have."

"No. No I suppose it isn't." Canada moved in front of him, still smiling. "What, no 'good job' kiss?" He teased lightly and tilted his head, eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Do you vant one?" Germany asked seriously, meeting Canada's eyes.

"...yes."

"Good." With that Germany bent down and met Canada's lips lightly, leaving the smaller breathless.

"Remind me to do more around here."

*guiltily admits that I had too much fun writing this* I just. Ugh. I love these two as a pairing SO. MUCH. X3 There really should be move people pairing these two! Also! I love you guys for putting up with my butt! You're awesome! :D Let's hope I can keep up, eh? Let me know if you want to see something happen in the story! I might include it! :)