Canada was so comfortable; he didn't want to get up. He just wanted to lay their forever, warm, happy, content, and relaxed. The sunlight on his face persisted to bring Canada into wakefulness and he turned his face over in hopes of getting out of the sunlight, only to realize what he was lying on was moving, it was breathing. His eyes shot open and he slowly looked up.

"G'dmornin', didja sleep well?" Prussia asked. Canada bolted upright and stared.

"Wha…wha…what're you doing?" Canada stuttered.

"Isn't that what I should be asking you?" Prussia asked eyebrow raised. He may have been hopelessly drunk last night, but he was not, and never had been a black out drunk. He knew Canada had been in the kitchen when he had finally passed out. How he'd ended up asleep on Prussia he had no idea, he couldn't even fathom an idea as to why.

Canada had been so shocked when he woke up he'd totally forgotten about how Prussia had pulled him down and that he hadn't been able to get away. Ahhh when did I even fall asleep?! Canda turned hopelessly red and bit his lip.

"You…I was getting you a blanket…" Canada mumbled out. Prussia waited and waited. He sighed.

"And?"

"You…pulled me down…wouldn't let go…I was…stuck." Canada could feel his face burn. Prussia laughed

"Did I do that? Jeez, Canadia if you blush any deeper Antonio is gonna start calling you a tomato as well." He chuckle when Canada mumbled maple hockey under his breath and covered his face with his hands. "I wondered what I was dreaming about to do something like that…."

Canada froze.

'I love you, Hungary. I do.'

Canada abruptly got up and walked to the kitchen. Prussia feeling the mood change got up and followed. He watched as Canada pulled out a bowl and began making pancakes from scratch. He could tell Canada had something on his mind that was fully occupying his thoughts. What did the world did I say?

Prussia laid his head on the cool counter top, it was pounding and he didn't want to impose on Canada even more than he already had, because despite what everyone thought of him, Prussia did have manners. He would just be unawesome if he didn't. What was he even worrying about he already was unawesome…

"No! You are awesome! You're confident, you don't care what people think, you do whatever you want and say whatever you want, you're fearless and brave and caring…"

Prussia smacked his head against the counter. He had no freaking idea what to make of that statement. "Verdammit…" he muttered.

Canada had glanced up at Prussia as he cussed. Thinking that his head was what made him swear, Canada poured a cup of coffee. Leaving it black he walked over to Prussia and pushed it toward him as well as a plate of pancakes totally drenched in maple syrup. Prussia glanced up and smiled gratefully. There was an awkward silence as Prussia sipped the coffee and tried to eat the drowned pancakes.

"Delicious! Is this like real maple?" Prussia exclaimed after he dared to actually take a bite. A small smile slipped onto Canada's face and just as quickly as it came it slipped away. Prussia stared at him, wondering what was going through the Canadians head. "What's the matter? Do like hate me now? Or did I do something to make you mad? Or do you find me unawesome now? Or am I annoying you? Apparently I tend to do that and like I never notice and I know it's totally unawesome-"

Canada spoke quickly, cutting him off. "You were talking about Hungary in your sleep."

Prussia's face visibly paled and he began to stutter, trying to defend his awesome pride. "I…umm..Well, you know me and Hungary used to be best friends and I was most likely thinking about the old days, you know-"

"You said you loved her."