This chapter was inspired by the song 'Colourful World' by Kathryn Ostenberg. This song makes me bounce.
Colourful World
Prussia and Canada walked down the street holding hands. Canada swung a plastic bag of vegetables and rambled about this and that and everything in between. They had not seen each other in over a week and they were starved for affection.
Prussia grinned and pretended that he was listening, but really, he just liked the sound of his voice.
Canada lit up, lifting the bag when he tried to gesture with his hand, and laughed at his own joke. His blonde hair was pushed behind his ears and tangled in his eyeglasses, his jeans were tattered, and his sleeves were too long. He was unkempt and forgetful but he watched Prussia as if he were the most important person in the world… And that was amazing.
Prussia squeezed his hand and laughed along with him.
He was so lucky to have the other nation in his life. He had suffered so much heartbreak and pain over the years but being with Canada was… Easy. He made love easy.
He never asked for more than Prussia was willing to give, and he never tried to change him. He accepted Prussia for who he was and expected the same in return. He never pushed him away or pulled him too close; he never told him that he was being juvenile, or unreasonable, or outrageous, even when he deserved it.
Canada loved him, just as he was, and Prussia loved him for that.
A crowd of children shrieked and ran around them, and under their swinging hands. Prussia chuckled and swatted after them. They ducked around the corner, catcalling and whistling at Prussia and Canada.
Canada beamed at him.
"… What?" Prussia asked after a moment. Canada's smile grew even wider, if possible.
"I love you, you know that, right?"
Prussia flushed. He acted larger than life and overconfident, and he was, but Canada was straightforward and honest and… Well, it got to him. It was hard to brush it off as meaningless because everything he said was so very meaningful.
He meant what he said and he said what he meant.
"Yeah, I know," Prussia mumbled. He could see the neighbourhood children peeking around the corner, watching them. How embarrassing.
Canada tugged on his hand and pulled him closer. He knocked their foreheads together.
"And you love me too, right?"
"… Yes."
"Say it," he mouthed the words against his lips, not quite touching but close enough that he could taste him. Prussia shivered, even though he was wearing a sweater and the sun was warm against his back. He heard a chickadee whistle in the elm trees, taunting him.
Prussia curled an arm around Canada and pressed their lips together. Canada melted into him.
"I love you," he whispered. The children tittered and fell over each other and Prussia knew that their mothers would be gossiping in the morning but it was worth it. So worth it.
Author's Notes:
This is just a little nothing chapter because the song has been rolling around in my head. Also, fluff.
I posted a bunch of drabbles on tumblr. today (under the same pen name) if you need even more fluff. I've been a bit manic.