There IS a reason why there's a Prussia at this school, but I don't know when I'll get around to explaining it. Chapter 36 at the latest…and if you think I'm joking then you've got another thing coming! xD I have this whole story planned out already, haha. So if you're in it, be prepared to be in it for the long haul! 50 chapters!

Chapter Pairings: Prussia x Canada

3. The Awesome Me! (Prussia)

"I know that my awesome ears couldn't have heard you wrong, so you must have misspoken," Prussia said, hoping that if he made light of the situation, it might go away. He was walking briskly towards the school building on his way to the second day of classes.

"Gil, I'm being serious," Canada replied from just behind him. Prussia felt his boyfriend's slim fingers wrapping around his wrist, forcing him to turn and look into those sweet, sad, violet eyes. It seemed Canada had figured out that he just couldn't resist when he looked at him like that. He relented, as he always did.

"Tell me again," Prussia said, sighing and taking Canada seriously, looking him straight in the eye. "What is that you want me to do?"

"I'm asking you to please keep our relationship quiet around school for a little while."

That's what I thought he said. "Why?" he asked, brows furrowed slightly, taking Canada's hand in his as they continued walking to school, but at a slower pace. "We never have before. Everyone already knows about us." The idea of keeping their relationship a secret made him feel nervous and uncomfortable for some reason.

"Not everyone. My brother doesn't know."

"The new American kid?" Canada nodded. "Well, who cares?" Prussia shouted, laughing loudly now as relief rushed through his veins. That's all this is about? That America guy? "Who cares if he finds out!"

"I do, Gilbert!" Prussia rarely heard Canada as worked up as he was now. The edge in his voice that indicated that he was close to panic abruptly stemmed the flow of relief making its way through Prussia's systems. "He doesn't know that I'm…that I'm gay!"

Canada blushed as he always did when he said the word 'gay' as applied to himself. It was still a new concept to him. Prussia had only convinced him to go out with him near the end of junior year. Before that, he'd staunchly refused Prussia's advances for two years, maintaining the claim that he was straight. But Prussia had managed to change his mind eventually. Even now he smirked at the thought. Then he remembered their current conversation and scowled.

"If he doesn't know, then we'll just have to go tell him! It'll be fine, he'll be happy that his little brother has such an awesome boyfriend!" Awesome was one of Prussia's favorite words to describe himself. It just suited him. Even when he was feeling less than awesome, like right now.

"Please, I just need to take my time before I tell him!"

"What, am I not good enough for you to bring home now or something? I know you never told your mom, but I thought you'd tell your brother about us." Now Prussia was beginning to get mad, the more he thought about it. Canada had never even told his own friends about the two of them going out. They'd only found out through Prussia.

"No, it's not that…" Canada said quietly, shyly, as though avoiding the real issue.

"Then is this just an excuse? I know you don't really like it when we kiss in public; is that what this is about? Are you ashamed to be seen with me at school, now, too?"

"No!"

"Really, 'cause that's what it sounds like."

"Gilbert, you're taking this all wrong!" Canada stamped his foot and his voice had a desperate note to it, but once Prussia had his mind set, nothing could change it.

"You're the one that's wrong, here!" Prussia said angrily, before charging ahead and managing to lose himself in the crowd in the front entrance of the school building. He ignored Canada calling his name somewhere behind him.

He felt a little guilty for making Canada, his Birdie, so upset. But he was so disappointed that Canada thought that he had to keep their relationship a secret from his brother. Why was Canada so afraid to tell him? Didn't he know that Prussia would always protect him and love him, no matter what his American sibling thought?

He sat down in his desk at first block fuming, glad that it was only the second day and he probably wouldn't have to pay much attention in class. The teacher was just talking about the first book they'd be reading for the class, which was English. It was to be Hamlet, but Prussia really couldn't care less. He was busy trying to get the attention of his cousin, who also attended this school: Germany.

He flicked a small ball of paper at him, and then laughed quietly when it hit him square on the nose. His cousin, who, in Prussia's opinion, was a little too serious for his own good, glared at him with cold, blue eyes, apparently not finding it amusing. "What?" he hissed through clenched teeth.

Prussia waited a heartbeat until the teacher began to pass out their books, and then turned in his seat to face Germany across the aisle. "Mattie's been acting really weird ever since he found out his brother was going here. Today, he asked me-"

"To keep your big mouth shut, for once," Germany said calmly, taking a book from the stack as it came his way. Prussia glared at him, silently demanding to know how he knew that. Germany shrugged. "He asked all of his, and your, close friends to keep quiet about it too. And I intend to respect his wishes."

"The little bitch!" Prussia murmured, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back in his seat.

Germany leaned closer, and whispered heatedly, "It's not bitchy of your boyfriend to ask you to do something for him, but you'll be if you don't do what he's asked." He sat back up straight, composed and poised, looking forward as the teacher made her way back to the front of the room.

Prussia sulked for the rest of class, now angry at Canada and Germany.

They just don't understand how the mind of one as awesome as me works, he thought as the bell rang and he shoved his way out into the hall, making sure he rammed his shoulder against Germany as he passed him. Mattie should be excited to tell his family about me! Why is he always running away from his problems! He can't avoid this forever.

He remained angry all through his second and third classes. During lunch he sat with his friends, France and Spain, rather than seeking out Canada like he always did. If he wants me to ignore him in school, then that's what he's gonna get! he thought savagely. He was determined not to give in to those beautiful purple eyes, so he pointedly looked in the other direction when Canada walked by with America. As he did, he felt a horrible tugging sensation in his chest, but he tried not to notice it.

However, a school day is a long time to sit and ignore the bubbling feeling of regret. He had hours to sit alone and just think. So sometime after lunch, he began to feel guilt gnaw at his insides. Prussia liked to think himself invincible to such emotions as guilt and remorse, but when it came to Canada sometimes he started getting all touchy-feely. It was disgusting, but worth it, he often thought. He wasn't thinking that now, though, as it felt like his stomach was eating itself.

The problem was, he loved Canada, and he'd often said he'd do anything for him. But this morning, for whatever reason, he'd just snapped at him without thinking, and now he regretted it. He still felt that they shouldn't have to hide their relationship, but if it was what Canada wanted…he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He was trying to concentrate on the test in front of him, a sort of pretest to see how much the students knew about chemistry. He was awesome at chemistry, usually, but right now he could only think about Canada and the twisting, turning, churning feeling in his gut.

I'll talk to him after school…he decided, but was still distracted and didn't finish his test before the bell rang. He turned it in partially completed and hurried outside, all the time looking for Canada's familiar curl among all the heads of hair. He didn't find him, and he walked back to the dorms without the usual arrogant bounce in his step.

He dumped his bag in his room and immediately headed to the common room, a large room in the dorm building filled with comfortable chairs and tables where a lot of kids did their homework and socialized. Canada could often be found there directly after school, doing his schoolwork like a good boy. Prussia usually waited a few hours before starting his, but he liked to sit and annoy his boyfriend while he worked. They had their own little corner where no one bothered them, if they were even noticed.

When he entered the room he saw Canada sitting in his usual chair, working hard at whatever assignment he'd been given. Prussia hurried over and slid into his favorite seat, which was still pulled up right next to Canada's. Canada gave him a look and then coolly turned his eyes back down to his homework.

"Oh. Hi, Prussia."

The use of his nation's name instead of his own really hurt Prussia. It sounded so cold and formal and distant that he just couldn't stand it. Without taking any more time to think about it, he blurted out an apology. "Birdie, I'm sorry about what I said this morning!"

Canada seemed to take a few seconds to register the words that Prussia had said, but he slowly looked up at Prussia, inviting him to continue. "Look, if it really means that much to you, of course I won't say anything to your brother about us. Because," Prussia lowered his voice. "I love you." He said this often to Canada, but somehow it felt different this time. He was looking Canada straight in the eye and he knew as he said it that he meant it, really and truly.

Canada's expression softened and he blushed, lowering his gaze after a moment. He glanced to either side of him before turning back to Prussia and whispering in a barely audible voice, "I love you, too, Gil. Thanks for understanding."

Prussia nodded and leaned back in his armchair, grinning once again. "No problema, dude," he said loudly, settling into the comfortable chair. He propped his feet up on the table Canada was using and chuckled when Canada glared at him for it. He laughed even harder when Canada tried, in vain, to remove his feet through force. The boy's skinny arms just couldn't lift Prussia's legs, and eventually he had to give up.

They spent the entire evening together like that; like friends instead of lovers. Since Prussia usually spent most of his free time attempting to molest his partner, it was actually a considerable change for him. It was difficult to resist his beautiful little Canadian, but he knew how important this was, so he restrained himself.

The hardest part came when they had to say goodnight by Canada's dorm room. Prussia thought that he would still get his goodnight kiss, as long as they were away from prying eyes, but Canada ducked his head as he approached. "It's easier if we just don't," he whispered, with a fearful look down the hall. Prussia could see him trembling and knew that it was just as hard on his boyfriend as it was on him, but Canada was truly afraid that America might learn about them before he had the chance to tell him properly.

"Ok. Goodnight, then." Prussia walked the few yards to his own room and glanced back at Canada, who was still waiting in the hall outside his door. There was something like sorrow in Canada's eyes as he waved a little goodnight.

…

Prussia was as good as he'd ever been in his whole life for the next two days. He kept a respectful distance between them as they walked to class together. He sat with Canada and America during lunch and, though he thought the whole thing was damn awkward, introduced himself as a friend of Canada's. He stayed in his own chair the entire time they were in the common room. He didn't kiss his boyfriend goodnight. He called him Canada in school and Matthew in the dorms, refraining from using his pet names. He kept telling himself, just grin and bear it.

He felt like he was going to explode, but he continued grinning and bearing it.

After he said goodnight, completely verbally, on the third night of this torture, he was digging in his pocket for his room key when he heard quick, light footsteps behind him. Turning, he raised an eyebrow. "Matthew…?"

Canada threw his entire body weight, little as it was, against Prussia, pressing his back against the door. Prussia couldn't help but gasp in astonishment at being thrown back, and also at the determined, almost ferocious, look in Canada's eye. "What're you-" he managed to get out before Canada smashed their lips together in a desperate, passionate kiss. It was crude and clumsy but beautiful and satisfying and awesome in every way. Surprised, but pleased, Prussia bent his knees a little and shifted his body lower, allowing Canada to have his way. It was the first time he could remember Canada acting as the aggressor in…well, anything.

When they finally broke for air, Prussia could only look at Canada in shock. "Birdie…what…?" was all he could ask. He was at a loss for words, a very rare occurrence indeed.

Canada was breathing heavily and blushing profusely. He pushed his glasses, which had slid down his nose a way, back up and cleared his throat a couple times before answering. "I just can't do it anymore, Gil. I'm telling Alfred tomorrow!"

AND THE FLUFF HAS BEGUN! I think they're just too cute. xD I like to refer to this pairing as Prunada in my head, haha.

Thanks to everyone who's reading this! And theticktalks, cause she's always reading and editing for me!