That Curl
Chapter Two: Prussia/Canada
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers and the people in this work of pure fiction do not actually represent the countries named in any way or form.
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Three a.m. was a wonderful, peaceful time, Matthew believed. It should be spent dreaming about pleasant, calming things.
It should not be spent getting the door-bell for god-knows-who.
Matthew shuffled to the door as his doorbell rang again and again, rubbing his eyes. Kumajiro hadn't woken up, despite the rapid ringing and knocking at the door.
Matthew nervously opened the door, hoping it wasn't a robber or something.
It was worse.
Prussia stood shivering at the door, soaked with the rain and with the scariest smile Canada had ever seen in his life.
"Hey! Canada! Cana-" Matthew shut the door, and trudged back to his bed.
Frantic knocking and ringing of the bell continued the instantly after the Canadian shut the door, and so a moment later, Matthew opened the door unenthusiastically.
"Yes, Prussia?" He asked, in confusion and exasperation.
"Hey Mattie!" The Prussian continued, happily. "Make the awesome that is me some pancakes, okay?"
Canada gaped. "You…You came to my house at three in the morning for pancakes?" Canada was touched, albeit only a little, but it was mostly covered by disbelief.
Prussia nodded enthusiastically, pushing past the surprised boy into the house, and shaking off the water that had collected on him.
"Uh-huh!" He answered cheerfully, the little yellow bird on his head shaking off the water in a similar fashion. He looked at the tired short nation beside him. "So, make them!" His face was full of smiling obliviousness, and somehow Canada couldn't push the other out into the rain.
Sighing heavily, the Canadian motioned to the kitchen. "Come on." He turned towards the room, Prussia following cheerfully.
Matthew pulled out the bowl and mix, and set to reluctantly making the pancakes.
Prussia sat down on a chair behind the counter, his bird buzzing around the house excitedly. He swung his legs idly, staring at Matthew make pancakes with a soft, unusual absentminded smile.
Matthew finally brought out the cooked pancakes, warm and golden-brown.
Prussia grinned widely, and dug into them with gusto.
"Hey, wait." Matthew said, holding a bottle. "You have to put this on them." He held the maple syrup to Gilbert expectantly.
The albino nation blinked. "Maple what?"
Now it was Canada's turn for surprise, as he exclaimed, "You don't know what maple syrup is?"
Prussia nodded, face stuffed with pancakes. "Never heard of it."
Matthew opened the bottle, and poured a generous amount onto the Prussian's food, ignoring Gilbert's squawk of protest.
Prussia frowned, poking the syrup-covered food with his fork. "How do I know that's not poison?"
Matthew sighed. He put a finger into the syrup and licked it off.
"See?" He said. "Not poison."
Gilbert didn't really pay attention, because the sight of Matthew sucking gently on his finger was something he'd like to tape and replay and replay…
Prussia took a tentative bite of the food, and with surprise he got up and knocked Matthew over in a crushing hug.
"Awesome!" He yelled arms tight around the blushing Canadian. "That's really good!"
He looked at the Canadian happily, and noticed that a piece of curly hair was in the way of his sight. He reached and brushed it away slowly.
Suddenly, Canada tensed, his face breaking out into a blissful blushing look and his mouth parted.
"Ahn…" He gasped, the noise surprising the Prussian. "Huh?" Gilbert muttered in interest. He poked the strand again. A repeated moan broke from the smaller of the two, and his face increased in redness.
"G-Gilbert…plea-please don't…" Stuttered Matthew, trying very hard not to arch up into the tall nation.
Gilbert grinned a devilish smile. "I don't know what this thing is, but I think you should do that again."
He took the piece of hair and pulled slightly on it.
Matthew's reaction increased.
"G-Gilbert…" He moaned.
Prussia took the strand and licked it slowly, paying close attention to Matthew's reaction.
Matthew was in such bliss he moaned unrestrained, arching up into the Prussian and bringing his face up closer.
"Oh…n…" Matthew said.
Prussia smiled down at Matthew and quickly kissed him. Matthew responded and kissed back with force.
They wouldn't move from that spot until morning.
A/N: Ah! So many reviews, you are all so kind! ~ Next chapter: US/UK