Inspired by Little Bird – Annie Lennox

Little Bird

"Why do you call him 'Birdie'?"

"Hmmm?" Prussia tore his attention from the aforementioned Canada to stare at Spain. He was lounging sidesaddle in his chair whereas Spain was sitting on his backwards with his legs balanced on either side. "I don't know. Why do you compare Lovino to a tomato?"

"Because he is cute, just like a tomato!"

Prussia snorted and returned his gaze to Canada. The blonde was standing across the conference room with his brother and England. He noticed Prussia staring and raised a hand in greeting.

"Tomatoes are not cute."

"They are too."

"Are not."

"Are too."

"And what are you two ladies fighting about, I wonder?" France sat down between them and crossed his legs.

"Birds," Spain said at the same time that Prussia spat "tomatoes". France quirked an eyebrow.

"Ah, yes, of course. How silly of me…"

Prussia grinned.

"You have no idea what we're talking about, do you?"

"Actually, I suspect that it has something to do with sweet Mathieu and not-so-sweet Lovino. Yes?"

"Shit, Francis. That's eerie," Prussia laughed while Spain scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"Please. Do not doubt my ability to recall pet names," France snorted with a wave of his hand.

"Ah."

"And so?"

"I just wanted to know why Gilbert calls Matthew 'Birdie'," Spain sighed, "and he avoided the question because he is a coward."

"Am not."

"Are too!"

"Ladies!" France interjected. "That's enough. Far be it from me to be the voice of reason. I mean, really! Me!"

Prussia growled something under his breath and Spain kicked him but, other than that, let the subject drop.

It was quiet for a couple of minutes whilst the nations watched Canada. Prussia was looking at him with a rare fondness whereas France and Spain were glancing between Canada and Prussia in interest.

America jostled his brother and laughed. England frowned but Canada chuckled and shook his head. His blonde curls cascaded and bounced with the motion. His eyes twinkled.

Prussia sighed.

"Because that's what he means to me." He picked up the conversation where it left off, without preamble. "Vogelchen. Birdie. He flies so high above me and he doesn't even realize it."

"I do not understand," Spain frowned.

"Uhm…" Prussia paused to think it over. "I guess I mean that he… Flight represents freedom, right? Well, Matthew set me free without even meaning to. He is untouchable. He's perfect. He's like a bird floating high above me."

It was quiet for another moment before France chimed in.

"That was rather poetic. For you."

"Suck my dick."

"Ah, and the magic is gone."

Spain squinted at Canada. He was not sure what Prussia meant, exactly, but he could understand the feeling. Southern Italy was his own salvation and he made sure to tell the other nation at every opportunity, much to his ire.

"I think I understand," Spain whispered.

Prussia stopped glaring at France to focus on Spain. He softened.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Good," he grunted, turning back to watch Canada, who was untangling himself from his brother's grasp and heading in their direction, "because I am not explaining it again. Matthew is the only one who deserves to hear that."

"And that was rather romantic," France cackled. "For you, of course."

"Fuck you," Prussia pouted. His expression changed as Canada caught his gaze and quickened his pace.

Canada approached them with a smile and Prussia gathered him into his lap. He kissed the soft skin where his neck and shoulder met.

"Hello, Birdie."

Canada laughed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Hello yourself."

Spain bit his lip as Gilbert pulled the blonde even closer. France stood up in a rustle of fabric and clucked his tongue at the show. Prussia graced him with a middle finger for his trouble and France laughed as he retreated.

Spain scanned the conference room for his own salvation and his heart leapt as his eyes landed on Southern Italy. He pushed off from his chair and stalked towards the brunette. Southern Italy saw him coming and squeaked, dropping his cup of coffee.

He would leave the love birds alone…

After all, there was a tomato just ripe for the picking.

Author's Notes:

Cheesy! That said, I do so love the Bad Touch Trio.

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