Inspired: Never Gonna' Give You Up by Rick Astley. This chapter is dedicated to anyone who has ever been 'Rick Rolled'. So, everyone, really…
Never Gonna' Give You Up
Canada rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling fan as it spun in sluggish circles. Prussia was sprawled next to him, tossing popcorn into the air and catching it with his tongue.
It was hot outside and neither of them wanted to do much besides lie on the carpet and ponder the meaning of life. Well, the meaning of life and of popcorn…
"It's hot…"
"I noticed," Prussia drawled as he caught another piece of popcorn. Canada raised his hand as if he could coax the fan to spin faster. He could not, of course, but that did not stop him from pretending.
It was hot but the truth was that Canada found the weather even warmer than Prussia. He preferred the ice and snow of the tundra.
"But I'm hot!" Canada complained. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and he despised the impression of stickiness.
Prussia laughed.
"Yes indeed. You are smokin' hot."
"That's not what I meant."
"Ah, but it's true."
Canada looked up at him through soaked curls. He did not feel attractive, that was for sure.
"I doubt that."
"It's true," he said again. Prussia leaned forward and kissed him on the nose. "I love you, even when it's hot out and you're in a bad mood. I love you even when you're covered in sweat."
Canada sulked and crossed his arms.
"Prove it, then."
Prussia was quiet for a long time, so long that Canada assumed he had won the trivial argument. It made him feel a little better.
Then Prussia set aside his popcorn.
"'I just wanna' tell you how I'm feeling,'" he started.
"Mmhmm," Canada encouraged, waving him on with his hand, although he knew that he had won the argument.
"'Gotta' make you understand.'"
Canada paused. Prussia was speaking in monotone but something about the words caught his attention. He had heard them before. What was Prussia quoting?
"Uh…"
He broke into song, pointing at Canada and rocking his head back and forth.
"'Never gonna' give you up, never gonna' let you down, never gonna' run around and desert you…'"
And all of a sudden it made sense. Horrible, horrible sense.
"Oh no, no. No."
"'Never gonna' make you cry, never gonna' say goodbye, never gonna' tell a lie and hurt you!'"
Canada pushed him over and straddled his chest. He covered his mouth with both hands just to shut him up.
He could feel Prussia smiling against his palms.
"Did… Did you just 'Rick Roll' me?"
Prussia nodded and the smile widened. Canada let go but did not move from his chest. He just stared down at him in dumb wonderment.
"Yes. Yes I did."
Canada had been be redirected to the music video on the internet before but this was surreal, even for Prussia.
"I can't believe that you just 'Rick Rolled' me!"
"Better believe it."
Canada blinked.
"You're insane. I love you but you're insane."
"No," Prussia dragged him down for a kiss. It was warm and humid and not altogether pleasant but it was Prussia and that made it awesome. "You love me because I'm insane."
Author's Notes:
Good morning! That's right, you've just been 'Rick Rolled'. I barely regret this at all. The worst part was that I had to listen to this song on repeat while I wrote it. At four in the morning. Huzzah for insomnia meets the eighties!
I'll write something substantial a little while later.