To WhitetwinBlacktwin. Her/His headcanon: Prussia/Canada.
You just made many fangirls happy, I hope you know.
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NO MORE HEADCANONS! UNTIL I FINALLY FINISH WITH THE ONES I HAVE NOW, NO MORE!
AND IF YOU DO SEND ONE IN, IT WILL NOT BE MADE!
Usually when someone hears a scream followed closely by a crash, it's because someone was hurt. But of course, if the scream was followed by a crash with a shout of, "Maple!" and weird snake-like laughter, then it's the complete opposite.
Why was it different this time? Well, it was simply Prussia hug-tackling Canada. Why? 'Cause. That's why.
Truly, in the haven that was Canada's home, Prussia didn't need a reason. His Canadian was in their kitchen cooking pancakes for them while wearing one of his shirts. So the act of forceful affection was heard in the shout of surprise and amused laughter.
Many things happened before, as, and after the two nations went sprawling on the kitchen floor.
Before, Prussia was watching his little Birdie sway just ever so slightly to the music in his head. Prussia was used to seeing the Canadian dance to his own music, sometimes aided by South Korea; but Prussia is so very happy he is not used to the sight of it in his home. Prussia hopes that Canada will continue his little rituals and traditions, the things he did without thinking and the things he did with too much thought. Both the small and the big things; Prussia loved them all. So, as he leaned against the door frame, watching his Birdie prance around the kitchen while looking so very tempting, nearly drowning in the Prussian's oversized shirt, he just had to give some love back. But, of course, in a much more... obvious way.
As Prussia's body collided into Canada, he didn't notice that when their bodies rammed into each other that Canada's now-flailing arm was stirring maple syrup. Therefore, as they crashed to the floor, maple syrup poured over them, with Prussia's back taking most of it before it spilled over and coated the kitchen floor in the sweet caramel.
After they cleaned the maple for the floor and Prussia's shirt (as well as getting the Prussian something to cool his back with; fresh maple syrup is hot), the two lovers used the last trickle of syrup left to drip some into two mugs of hot chocolate. Together they snuggled into the other, fitting together perfectly. When the TV started becoming background noise, the fire dimmed, and the hot chocolate slowly cooled, the two simply resigned themselves to sleeping on the couch.
No matter how tempting the beckoning of their bed was as it called, the couple wouldn't move from underneath their blanket and from each other.
Their warmth was shared.