Pancakes

Canada was at his house, with Kumajiro. It was a Saturday and he didn't have to do anything so he was just going to lay around in his boxers and maybe get up later to make pancakes for lunch.

The Canadian was laying on his side one arm over Kumajiro and the polar bear pressed closely against him. He was warm, comfortable, and slowly drifting back to sleep when he heard his front door slam open. He groaned and shut his eyes tighter; maybe whoever it was would just leave. Unfortunately for Canada whoever it was just happened to be his obnoxious brother America. And when America had an idea it was very difficult to change his mind.

Canada's bedroom door was slammed open. "MATTIE!" Canada pretended to be asleep, hoping that his brother would leave. But fate was not on Canada's side today, because soon the blankets that had been keeping him so warm were yanked away and he could feel America's hand around his ankle. "Get up bro."

"No…" Canada mumbled trying to pull his ankle out of America's grasp. America held on tighter and yanked Canada's leg pulling him off the bed a little. "Get up dude!" Canada groaned and wrapped his fingers around his headboard. "Sleepy…" He muttered as his head fell back onto his pillow.

America sighed and released Canada's ankle. "Fine then, we'll do this the hard way." He walked to the side of Canada's bed and lifted it up. Canada's eyes widened as he slid off of his bed and landed on the floor, with Kumajiro laying on his chest. "Ow…"

America grinned proudly. "Now that you're up." He walked over to Canada and lifted him off the ground. "I want pancakes." Canada groaned. "You could have gone somewhere else and gotten pancakes, or made your own."

America shook his head. "Nobody makes pancakes like yours." He looked at Canada with his best puppy dog eyes. "And I wanted to spend time with you…" Canada sighed. "Fine, I'll make you some pancakes."

America grinned and did a little dance around the room. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He chanted as he ran out of Canada's room and downstairs to the kitchen.

Kumajiro looked at Canada. "Annoying." Canada nodded and bent down to pick up the polar bear. "Yeah, but he's family." He walked downstairs to his kitchen and started to make pancakes while he listened to America go on about all the things that had happened to him. Most of which were just stories about bothering either Japan or England.

"-Then Kiku kicked me out, which wasn't really cool. But it was so worth it! You should have seen his face when I showed him the couch." Canada chuckled and shook his head as he flipped pancakes. "So dude what have you been doing lately?" America asked, surprising Canada a little. Usually the American would just talk about himself the entire time.

"Well I've been hanging out with Prussia and Romano a lot." Canada put the pancakes on a plate and sat them on the table in front of America.

"Right…those guys are weird." Canada frowned. "They're not really weird." America stuffed a pancake into his mouth and nodded. "You attract weirdos bro." Canada began to eat his own pancakes. "I do not…"

"And they're all bad influences." America stuffed another pancake into his mouth, not paying Canada any attention. "Prussia drinks all the time. Romano has serious anger issues…and he's pretty violent. Just like Cuba! I have no idea why you hang out with that guy; no idea why you hang out with Netherlands either he's probably encouraging you to do drugs."

Canada sighed choosing to ignore America at this point. "I bet all of them are corrupting your innocent mind!" Canada ate his pancakes, and wondered why America had decided to share his opinion about the people he hung out with. "Especially Cuba, that guy hates me. I bet he only hangs out with you so he can get to me!" Canada sighed. "And Netherlands is totally a pedophile! He's trying to get in your pants man!" America exclaimed through a mouthful of pancakes. Canada nearly choked on his pancakes when he heard that wondering where that idea had come from. "They're all going to ruin you bro. Next thing you know you'll be angry all the time, drinking, doing drugs and attacking people for no reason!"

Canada frowned and looked at America, hearing him talk about his friends like that had started to upset him. He stood up. "America, don't you have somewhere else you need to be?" America shook his head. "No bro, I can spend the whole day with you." Canada frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea…I have a lot of stuff to do. Maybe we could hang out some other time."

"Aw bro come on can't you just do that tomorrow. I actually wanted to hang out with you. We could watch movies and play video games!" America tried his puppy dog eyes again, but Canada shook his head. Not in the mood to deal with his brother any longer. "No America…it's really important." America sighed and stood up. "Fine…I guess I'll see you some other time…"

Canada looked down feeling kind of bad now. "We could hang out next week if you want…" America's face lit up with excitement. "Yeah bro and you could come over to my place!" Canada smiled softly and nodded. "Okay."

"See ya later bro!" America gave Canada a quick hug and walked towards the door. Canada sighed in relief. "Yeah." He waved at America.

Once his brother was gone Canada plopped down on his couch and took a deep breath. He felt guilty about lying to America just to get him to leave, but hearing his brother go on about how horrible all of his friends were had snapped a nerve and he couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't like America was perfect…there was nothing wrong with his friends.

Cuba was nice to him when he realized that he was Canada not America, and what he had said about Netherlands was just ridiculous they were just friends. Romano didn't always yell he was actually really nice to be around, and Prussia didn't drink all the time. And he was positive that none of his friends were pressuring him into anything so he should just ignore the nonsense that came out of America's mouth like he always did.

Canada propped his feet up on the couch and relaxed taking his glasses off and setting them on the table. Maybe he would take a little nap, then get up later in the day and do something.

The Canadian had just closed his eyes when he heard someone banging on his front door. He groaned and went to open his door still in his boxers. "Al I told you I had stuff to do today." His eyes widened when he realized that America wasn't standing at the door. Prussia and Romano were.

"Hey Birdie!" Prussia exclaimed walking into the house and dragging Romano with him. Romano waved at Canada. "Hi." Canada flushed and closed his door. "Uh what are you guys doing here?"

"We came to hang out duh. Nice boxers by the way." Prussia commented, as he walked into Canada's kitchen still Romano along. "Let me go bastard." Prussia stared at the floor, well he stared at the polar bear lying on Canada's floor. "Birdie what happened to your bear?"

Canada walked into the kitchen and stared at Kumajiro; he gently prodded the bear with his foot and heard a groan of protest. Canada had forgotten about his uneaten pancakes Kumajiro obviously hadn't. He sighed realizing that he was still hungry and looked at the bear covered in maple syrup.

"What the fuck happened to your bear?" Romano asked. "He ate all my pancakes." Canada mumbled. Prussia stared at Canada. "Pancakes?" Canada nodded. "Yeah you know. Pancakes." Prussia shook his head. "No I don't know. What are pancakes?"

Canada's eyes widened. "Pancakes are like the best breakfast food ever, they're warm and fluffy and taste delicious with maple syrup."

Prussia thought for a minute. "Hm…well maple syrup is good…and if pancakes will get me maple syrup I'm in." He grinned. "Make me pancakes!"

Romano rolled his eyes. "I can't believe you've seriously never had pancakes before. Do you just stay in Germany's basement drinking beer all the time?"

"No! I do other stuff…"

"Like what?"

"Like….drinking with Spain and France."

"So…your life revolves around drinking beer?"

"There's nothing wrong with that!"

"Except for the fact that it makes you an alcoholic..." He mumbled under his breath.

"Okay!" Canada interrupted not liking the direction of the conversation. "Pancakes right! How about I make us all some pancakes, eh?"

Prussia nodded enthusiastically forgetting about his conversation with Romano. "Ja!"

For the second time that day Canada took out the ingredients for pancakes, though this time was different instead of just sitting at the table and talking while he made the pancakes Romano and Prussia tried to help…well Romano tried to help Prussia was just watching what they were doing.

"I'm not really sure if I'm doing this right." Romano mumbled as he mixed the ingredients. "I don't make pancakes a lot." Canada looked at him. "Yeah you're doing fine." Romano nodded and continued.

Prussia watched the two of them. "I want to help." He announced after a few minutes. "Oh…well you can mix the batter if you'd like."

"Ja!" Prussia grabbed the bowl of un-mixed batter and turned the mixer up to the highest setting; before Canada could stop him he had put the mixer into the bowl of batter splattering it all over the kitchen.

Romano glared at him and wiped the batter off his face, fortunately for the Italian he had been standing on the other side of the kitchen. Unfortunately for Canada he had been standing right next to Prussia, and both of them were covered in the batter.

"Oops..." Prussia chuckled nervously and set the bowl down. "It's…it's fine Gil." Canada said softly, it's not like his clothes had been ruined or anything. "But we're both covered in batter." Prussia looked at himself and frowned.

"Yeah…you can use my bathroom to clean up, and I'll wash your clothes if you want."

Prussia grinned. "Thanks Birdie!" He quickly stripped to his boxers and tossed the clothes to Canada. "Where's your bathroom?"

"Um upstairs first door on the left…" Canada mumbled as he held the clothes. "Okay." Prussia left to go to the bathroom.

Romano looked at Canada. "I'll help clean up the idiots mess." Canada smiled. "Thanks Romano, I'm gonna put these in the wash. I'll be right back."

Romano nodded and used a dish rag to wipe up the batter that was on the counter. Once the counters were clean he bent down to clean the floors.

Prussia came back into the kitchen, batter free and still dressed in only his boxers. He crept up behind Romano and whistled, before the Italian had time to question what he was doing. Prussia smacked his ass, hard.

Romano yelped and jumped up, spinning around to glare at Prussia. "What the hell did you do that for bastard?!" Prussia shrugged. "Your ass looked smackable." Romano growled. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard you pervert!"

"Hey I'm not a pervert."

"Yes you are!" Romano yelled. "You're a creepy ass pervert and I want you to stay away from me!" His face was bright red when he finished yelling at Prussia.

Canada walked back into the kitchen and cleaned up the rest of the batter.

"Aw come on Roma I'm not a pervert." Prussia insisted he opened his arms. Romano stared at him. "What the fuck are you doing now?"

"Come on I know you wanna hug me." Prussia smirked. Romano glared and shook his head. "No I don't want to hug you."

Prussia moved closer to Romano his arms still open. "Yes you do."

Romano backed away. "Get away from me bastard. I don't want to hug you!" Prussia continued to move towards Romano, backing the Italian into a corner. He smirked and wrapped his arms around Romano.

Romano's entire face went red and he pushed at Prussia's chest. "Get off damn it!" Prussia just shook his head and continued to hug him. "Okay bastard you've had your stupid hug…get off." Romano whined. "It's not a real hug unless you hug me back."

While his friends were in the corner…being themselves Canada made another bowl of batter and began cooking pancakes.

"I'm not going to hug you back…leave me alone stupid." Romano pressed against Prussia's chest. Prussia pouted. "Why won't you just hug me?"

"I don't like hugs." Romano mumbled.

"But Spain hugs you all the time."

"Spain is an idiot."

"And I've seen your brother hug you a lot."

"He's an idiot too."

"Is everyone that hugs you an idiot?"

"Yes! Now let go asshole."

Prussia thought for a minute then hugged tighter. "Nope."

Canada looked at his friends. "Uh…I made pancakes." He said softly. "Awesome!"

Romano sighed. "Now you have to let me go." Prussia shook his head. "No I don't." He picked Romano up and carried him to the table. He turned Romano around and sat down in his chair pulling the Italian into his lap. "There."

Romano frowned. "I don't want to sit in your lap!"

"Too bad."

Canada rolled his eyes and set two plates of pancakes in front of them. Taking his own plate and sitting across from them.

"Birdie do you have beer!"

"Fucking alcoholic!" Romano yelled. Canada chuckled and ate his pancakes. Kumajiro walked over to Canada and tapped his leg. "Weird." Canada nodded. "Yeah, but they're my friends."

A/N: I wanted to get this out yesterday, but…life and stuff so you guys get it today! I think I made America a really big jerk. I did didn't I? I don't like making him a jerk, so he probably won't be like that for long, but it's gonna play a part in the story later.