After France decided that Prussia was sufficiently inebriated (i.e. unconscious) he set to work. France lifted Prussia up from his place at the bar and hoisted the man onto his shoulder. He paid both of their tabs and smiled at the bartender who allowed the men to leave with a sympathetic glance toward the albino knapsack. With heavy steps, the men were on their way. France carried Prussia out to his car and after opening the back door, laid the body of the other man inside. Prussia snored softly, undisturbed by his change in location, and Francis began laughing maniacally. This maniacal laughter did not cease until he reached his destination. Before reaching his destination, however, he stopped at a party supply store for some ribbon, and a drug store for some large Trojan condoms, rived for her pleasure… The cashiers were startled by the disturbing aura of the man, but rang him up quickly to get him out of their stores. (The woman who sold him the condoms was particularly concerned.) He got back into the car, and drove the familiar streets to a certain nation's house. He parked on the street and with a careful glance to either direction, pulled the Prussian out of his car and onto the porch. He hummed to himself as he went to work. Once he was finished, he rang the doorbell with a giggle and ran as quickly as he could to his car, his tires squealing as he made his escape.

Canada was sitting inside his house, relaxing on the couch to some horrible French soap operas and some coffee with two hearty squirts of maple syrup, when his doorbell rang. With a sigh, he set his coffee on the coffee table and walked to the door to meet his guest. He opened the door and began his usual monologue.

"Hi, I'm Canada. America lives down the street and to the left. The house number is 285, thanks for… For…" He was startled by the appearance of a certain unconscious man on his porch. Prussia had been stripped of everything but his boxers, skillfully bound with red ribbon, and had a small red bow on his head. Next to him sat a twenty-four pack of condoms.

"M-Maple…" Canada's face flushed and he felt a rush of heat to his groin. He looked around for the culprit and seeing no one, pulled his unconscious gift inside.

"Uhm… Prussia?" Canada timidly prodded the unconscious man with a finger. "P-Prussia?" After receiving no response, Canada decided he might need a drink himself before dealing with the situation. He walked toward his kitchen, repeatedly turning back to check that the man was still unconscious. There was no change in the other man's situation and with a sigh, the Canadian opened the fridge and grabbed a can of beer. He opened it and took a hearty swig before he walked back into his front entranceway, beer in hand to determine a solution to his problem. Prussia was… more than half naked, and unconscious in his home. That was startling enough for the meek Canadian, but Canada was startled further by how… attractive he found the other man and how aroused he felt, watching the other take deep relaxed breaths, unaware of his current bindings. Canada didn't want to untie Prussia. In fact, he wanted to do something completely different.

No! Bad thoughts. Canada could practically hear his shoulder angels screaming at each other. This is bad. Bad, bad, bad! I need to get out of here before I… I…

His thought process was rudely interrupted by a delightfully enticing set of lips before him. He watched the other's lips move slightly with his every breath, and couldn't help but lick his own lips. He wondered exactly how those lips would feel against his lips and other parts of his body. Before he knew it, he had approached the other and had placed and gentle hand on his cheek. He blushed, surprised by the movement, by didn't step back from his new position. He watched the other's face for movement and seeing none, decided to take a chance. He leaned in slowly and placed a gentle kiss on the other's lips. The kiss lingered and Canada became increasingly heated by the connection. He kissed at the lips with soft suctions until the other party mumbled something in his sleep. Canada stepped back, terrified and tripped over his other foot, falling on the floor with a loud thud.

"Nnngghh…" Prussia groaned before opening his eyes. "The fuck…?" Canada lay before him on the floor, eyes wide with horror and mouth flapping with words he couldn't quiet form. "Canada?" He moved to lean toward the Canadian but found that he was held in place. "Thheee fuccckk!" He wiggled in the binding, curiously at first, and then increasingly alarmed. He found that the ribbons were surprisingly well tied and did not budge. He looked down at them in frustration and the looked back toward the Canadian.

"Did you seriously…?"

"Wh-What!"

"I mean, it's not like I'm not in to this, 'cuz I totally am. I just never thought you were so… kinky," he said with an erotic smile toward the other.

"N-No! I swear I didn't! You were just on my porch, and I brought you in and then I… I…"

"I was on your porch?" Prussia thought back on his evening, praying to God that there was a rational, non-embarrassing explanation for why his was bound and unconscious on the Canadian's doorstep. He couldn't think of any and sighed, flipping his hair. He paused for a moment and studied the Canadian again.

"Waiiiit a second. Forget why I was here. What exactly did you after you brought me in?" Canada stared with wide eyes and then expressed his response in what could only be defined as an unmasculine squeak. The Canadian's blush was not lost on Prussia and he continued.

"Hmm? What was that?" Canada stared at the ground, ignoring the question and the existence of the other man as thoroughly as he could, praying that he was anywhere but here.

"Did you take a taste of my awesomeness, Mat? I can't blame you, I'm pretty fuckin' sweet. Did you try to touch me? Hmm? Did you touch my—"

"-I… I just…"

"MMMPH" Canada explained what had happened with a live demonstration, effectively shutting Prussia up.