Flashback Time!

Warnings: This is a flashback of a past PruCan and why they fell apart. Also a PrUs, slightly lemonish, with !Snapped [and drunk] Canada . Ich liebe dich means I love you in German, mon cheri means my darling, just in case you couldn't guess/didn't already know, but I'm sorry if my translation was wrong. OTL

"Aw Gilbert, why don't you just leave Austria's vital regions alone", Canada whined to his lover for the thousandth time, knowing the answer.

"Ah, but if I did that, all the other countries would think I was a wuss! I'm too awesome to be called a wuss! Ich liebe dich, that's all that matters Maddhew. OK?"

OK, fine. But only because I love the way you say my name", Canada said rather sulkily.

"So I can go to the party too? Pleeease", begged Prussia, the excitement building rapidly inside of the albino.

"Fine", Canada said. "But if I have to pick up your sorry ass from one more party drunker than Kumajiro with excess maple syrup-"

"Don't worry. I know the punishment", Prussia cut in with his best erotic voice.

"Oh shuddup", Canada said giddily.

After Prussia left, Canada was bored out of his mind. He watched endless boring reality TV shows, and cleaned up the house. Finally, after lying around on the couch, he decided what he was going to do. America had invited him to the party, and Canada had just politely declined, as he wasn't a big party person. His brother and Gilbert were sure gonna be surprised now! He went upstairs, and after careful consideration, put on his favorite worn out red hoodie, his ripped black skinny jeans, and his Converse All-Stars, which were faded after many years' worth of walking.

"Look Kumajiro", Canada exclaimed rather loudly for talking to a bear. "See? I finally look cool! Maybe now everyone will notice me!"

Kumajiro, being the bear he is, said nothing in response.

"Oh well, bye Kumajiro!"

Ringing the doorbell, Canada was pumped with energy.

"Oh hello little Matthew, you're here for Prussia, aren't you", France asked with a perverted smirk on his face.

"Hello, and yes, I am here for Prussia. Do you know where he might be in here?"

"Oh yeah, you're dating him, aren't you", France asked, even though he OBVIOUSLY already knew.

"Yes papa, for the last time, we are dating. Could you please let me in the house now?"

"Of course mon cheri, but Prussia is out at the moment…"

"OK then, do you know where he is out", questioned Canada.

"Actually, no, I don't know where he is. I'm sorry. I can call you when he gets back if you want."

"What do you mean, 'call me'? Even though Prussia's not here doesn't mean that I won't stay for the party!"

"Pardon moi, but I just had assumed you were here for Prussia and only Prussia, because you're not really much of a party person", France said with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Well, I just got bored, so I figured I might as well come to this party. See you later Francis", Canada yelled while darting into the house.

'Oh no, what if poor Matthew goes into the basement? No, he won't, the others won't let him', France thought to himself. Then, he decided to go clubbing so he wouldn't have to sleep alone [*sexy wink*] that night, and left the party.

"Hey England, do you know where Prussia is?"

"Nope, sorry Matthew, you'll have to ask someone else. I do believe he left to go somewhere else though", the giant browed nation said nonchalantly.

"OK then, thanks anyways!"

"China, have you seen Prussia", the maple syrup loving country yelled from across the room, as he didn't want to go too near Russia, who happened to be with the Asian country.

"Sorry, I have not Canada ~aru."

"It's OK China! Thank you very much for your time!"

"You're welcome ~aru."

Canada wandered around the house asking everyone where Prussia was, but as he went around, people offered him beer, and wine, and in the instance he accidentally ran into Russia, vodka. Not wanting to be, rude, he always drank it, so by the time he got to Poland, his speech was slurred, and his vision blurry, but even massive amounts of alcohol could ever block this night from his memory. However, Canada was a mean drunk, but since Poland was such a nice person, even drunk Canada knew not to yell.

"Hey Poland", he yelled, staggering over drunkenly. "You seen Prussia anywhere? No one here has seen him."

"Yeah, like, totally! He, like, went in the basement a while ago, with, like-"Poland was suddenly cut short of speech by England.

"You babbling idiot", he yelled. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to shut up?"

Canada, having a bad feeling in his gut, ran down America's stairs leading to his basement in a hurry.

'Did they kill him? Why else would they keep it a secret from me? What the fuck is going on here", he asked himself anxiously.

He slowly nudged the basement, and stopped when he heard… Prussia moaning?

"Oh God Gilbert, that feels SOOO good. Oh fuck, so good", a voice moaned.

Oh no, Gilbert's been cheating on me? But, but with who? This was a country only party, so who was he cheating with?

He pushed the door open a little farther, just to be able to see without the other two seeing him.

It was… America with Gilbert? But why? His brother knew how much he loved Gil, didn't he?