This day began with a different energy as America woke up with a smile, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness. He decided to surprise Germany and Prussia by preparing a breakfast in their hotel room, a gesture of gratitude for the connection they had formed. As the brothers woke to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm eggs, they were met with the sight of America, beaming with joy as he set the table. Germany's stern expression softened, and Prussia's mischievous grin widened at the sight.
"Good morning, you two! I thought I'd whip up a little breakfast treat to start the day," America said cheerfully, his enthusiasm infectious.
Germany and Prussia exchanged glances, pleasantly surprised by America's gesture. "Well, this is a lovely surprise," Germany replied, a hint of warmth in his voice that America had come to cherish.
Prussia, never one to hold back, chimed in with a playful wink. "I gotta say, breakfast in bed with the awesome me and big brother - America, you're living the dream!" As they sat down to enjoy the meal, their laughter filled the room. The tensions of the world seemed to melt away, replaced by the comfort of each other's company.
The breakfast turned into a leisurely affair as they relished in the simple pleasure of sharing a meal together. They exchanged stories, jokes, and heartfelt conversations, deepening the connection they had formed. But they also exchanged touches, and playful glances. Tasked with cleaning the dishes Germany found himself in the kitchen failing to make progress as instead Prussia found himself commandeering the sink to splash America with water. With a shared glance, Germany and Prussia reached a silent agreement, and they took America's hand, leading him back to the bed. The meetings could wait; right now, they wanted to enjoy each other's bodies, savoring the intimacy and affection that had grown between them.
Prussia taking a moment to undress America, appreciated the picturesque body of America, muscled and toned, with a bit of chub around his stomach. America found himself enveloped in Prussia's love, pushed onto the bed they had already soiled, each breath together becoming a symphony. Germany not to be left out, had a commanding presence that quickly faltered as America took Germanys fingers into his mouth. Nothing lasted long with America as Prussia came with vigor inside of him, collapsing onto the bed and his brother swiftly pulling America into his own embrace.
Not to be outdone, the German entered America slowly, but soon brought up the pace, grinding against America, holding the younger nation as if he depended on the other. America felt wanted and adored as the two brothers fought for his affections, each taking turns lavishing the nation in love.
As the hours slipped away, they realized they had lost track of time, and they were now running late for the United Nations meeting. But none of them seemed to mind; in that moment, being together was all that mattered. In the warmth of each other's embrace, they lost themselves in the passionate dance of their desires. Time seemed to slow as they explored the depths of their connection, a symphony of pleasure and love unfolding in the sacred space they had created.
Elsewhere, the atmosphere at the United Nations meeting was charged with curiosity and speculation as the absence of the German brothers and America did not go unnoticed. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire among the nations, each trying to decipher the reason behind their absence. Canada, ever the caring and observant soul, couldn't help but feel concerned about his friends. He knew that the Germanic nations had grown close to America, and their sudden absence was unusual. Deciding to check on them, he excused himself from the meeting under the guise of needing a brief break.
Making his way to their hotel room, Canada knocked softly on the door, hoping they were there and safe. He was greeted by Germany, who opened the door with a slightly flustered expression.
"Canada, is something wrong?" Germany asked, attempting to maintain his composure.
Canada's eyes flickered with concern as he replied, "I noticed you and your brother were absent from the meeting, and America too. I just wanted to make sure everything is alright."
Germany exchanged a brief glance with Prussia, who was standing behind him with a playful grin. "Everything is fine," Germany assured Canada, though his tone seemed to hint at more than he was saying.
Prussia, never one to hold back, chimed in, "Yep, just having a little... private time, you know how it is."
Canada blushed at the implication, realizing that perhaps he had interrupted something more intimate than he had anticipated. "Oh, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude," he stammered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and concern. Noticing the state of affairs behind the door and the half dressed nature of the Germans, he realized much more was going on.
Germany smiled reassuringly, "It's alright, Canada. We appreciate your concern. We just needed a break from the meetings, that's all." Then turning to let Prussia have the door, he returned to America who was protesting the disruption from the bedroom.
Prussia, always the joker, "Yeah, you know how it gets in there - so much tension and drama! Sometimes, you just need a little escape." with a small laugh, he adds with a wink "You know you're welcome to join us if you need an escape too."
Canada couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly at Prussia's comment, feeling relieved that everything seemed to be alright. "Well, I'm glad you guys are taking some time for yourselves," he said, his caring nature shining through.
"So, Canada, you know you've got that quiet charm thing going on, right?" Prussia teased.
Canada blushed, feeling a bit flustered by the unexpected attention. "Uh, thanks, Prussia. You're always full of compliments," he replied, trying to remain composed.
Prussia chuckled, leaning in a bit closer. "Well, I can't help it. You're a catch, and I've got a good eye for these things," he said with a wink.
Canada's confusion grew as he couldn't quite grasp Prussia's intentions. He hadthought that Prussia had feelings for his brother, America, and the idea that Prussia might be flirting with him didn't seem to make sense.
"Uh, Prussia, aren't you into my brother?" Canada asked cautiously, unsure if he was misunderstanding the situation.
Prussia's grin widened, and he chuckled again. "Ah, come on, Canada! Brothers are great and all, but there's plenty of room in my heart for more than one person," he said with a playful wink. Prussia kept up his flirtatious banter, leaving Canada feeling even more perplexed. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed Prussia's company and found his playful nature endearing, but the idea of anything more than friendship seemed foreign to him.
"I... I don't really know how to respond to this," Canada admitted, feeling a mix of emotions.
The air crackled with tension as Prussia leaned in closer, his mischievous grin replaced by a more intense gaze. "Come on, Canada," he whispered, his voice husky. "Just give in to the moment. Let yourself feel what your heart desires."
Caught in Prussia's magnetic allure, Canada hesitated, feeling torn between the rush of emotions swirling inside him. Prussia's persistence and charm were hard to resist, and for a moment, Canada found himself leaning in, their lips almost touching.
But then, in the depths of his mind, memories of another - memories of Russia - flooded his thoughts. He remembered the gentle way Russia made him feel, the warmth of his embrace, and the understanding they shared.
With a sudden rush of clarity, Canada pulled back, his heart pounding in his chest. "I can't," he whispered, his voice trembling. "There's someone else... someone I can't forget."
Prussia's expression softened, understanding in his eyes. "Russia, right?" he said gently, taking a step back to give Canada space.
Canada nodded, a mix of relief and guilt washing over him. "Yes, Russia. I care about him deeply. I can't just forget about him, even if I feel something for you too."
Prussia placed a hand on Canada's shoulder, a sincere smile on his face. "I get it, Canada. Love is complicated, and it's okay to feel torn. Just know that I'll be here as your friend, no matter what."
Canada felt grateful for Prussia's understanding and friendship. "Thank you, Prussia. I really appreciate your honesty and support."
As they stood there, the weight of the moment heavy on their hearts, Prussia pulled Canada into a comforting embrace. "Whenever you're ready, I'll be here," he whispered softly.
With that, Canada took a deep breath and mustered a small smile. "I've got to head back now," he suggested, trying to regain his composure.
Prussia nodded, showing no signs of disappointment or resentment as he let him go, "See ya later Birdie" And though Canada's heart still held a place for Russia, he knew that the connection he shared with Prussia was something special too.
Canada's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he returned to the United Nations meeting, the rumors about the German brothers and America still swirling around him. He found himself seeking solace in the presence of Russia, hoping to find some clarity amidst the chaos. As they exchanged glances, Canada felt a mix of guilt and uncertainty. He knew that Russia cared deeply for him, and he couldn't bear to keep the truth from him.
"Russia, there's something I need to tell you," Canada began, his voice soft and hesitant. "I saw America and the German brothers together earlier, and it's true... they're having some kind of relationship."
Russia's expression remained calm. "I see," he replied, his voice steady. "Thank you for telling me, Canada."
Canada felt a pang of guilt in his heart "I didn't want to keep it from you," he said earnestly. "You deserve to know the truth."
Russia nodded, reaching out to gently hold Canada's hand. "I appreciate your honesty, Canada. It means a lot to me."
As they sat there, their fingers intertwined, a moment of vulnerability passed between them. And in that moment, Russia leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Canada's lips.
But as their lips met, a flood of conflicting emotions washed over Canada. Thoughts of Prussia, came rushing back to him, clouding his mind. He pulled back slightly, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Russia, I... I need some time," Canada whispered, his voice filled with turmoil. "There's something I need to sort out."
Russia looked at him with concern, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Of course, Canada. Take all the time you need. I'll be here for you, no matter what."
With a heavy heart, Canada nodded, silently grateful for Russia's understanding. He knew that he needed to confront his feelings for Prussia and Gilbert, to untangle the web of emotions that had taken hold of his heart.
As the United Nations meeting finally came to an end, the night settled in with a sense of stillness. Russia had left to tend to his own affairs, leaving Canada to navigate the swirling emotions within him. Feeling the weight of his thoughts, he decided to seek advice from someone he could trust - his father figure, France.
Canada found France in a quiet corner of the lounge, sipping on a glass of wine. He hesitated for a moment before approaching, unsure of how to put his feelings into words.
"Bonjour, mon cher," France greeted Canada with a warm smile. "What brings you here tonight?"
Canada took a deep breath, knowing he could confide in France. "I... I need to talk, France. It's about... love," he admitted, his voice soft and vulnerable.
France nodded understandingly, setting aside his glass of wine. "Of course, Canada. You know you can always talk to me about anything. What's on your mind?"
With France's reassuring presence, Canada began to pour out his feelings, the confusion, and the tangled emotions he had been grappling with. He spoke of his deep connection with Russia and the unexpected advances from Prussia. France listened attentively, offering a sympathetic ear and sage advice. "Mon cher, love is a complex dance of the heart. It's natural to feel torn when faced with such emotions," he said gently. "Take the time you need to sort through your feelings, and remember that there is no rush to make any decisions."
Canada nodded, finding comfort in France's words. "I know, but it's just so overwhelming," he confessed. "I care about them both, but I can't shake these conflicting feelings."
France placed a reassuring hand on Canada's shoulder. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed, mon cher. Love is not always easy, but it's a beautiful journey of discovery. Follow your heart, and trust that in time, you will find the clarity you seek." With a sense of relief, Canada thanked France for his understanding and guidance. As the night went on, the two continued to talk, sharing stories and laughter, finding solace in each other's company.