Canada yawned, his eyelids fluttering open. The room was dark and he was pressed against something warm and hard. He tried to sit up, but a weight kept him from doing so. Confused, he looked up, only to see Prussia's face, a trail of drool coming from his mouth. His heart skipped a beat as he flushed, remembering what had happened between them the night before. He fidgeted uncomfortably before smiling after regaining the memory of what Prussia had told him. He carefully removed the arm that was slung over him, making sure he didn't wake the other man. He turned on a light, causing Prussia to scrunch his face. He placed a foot on the carpeted floor and stood, the bed making a small creaking noise. He searched around for his glasses and clothes.

"Here's your glasses," Prussia's voice said from behind him. Canada jumped, yelping in surprise. He turned around to see Prussia sitting up in the bed, holding his glasses out to him. He sighed and took them from him. He put them on only to finally realize the red eyed man was smirking at him.

"What is it?" he asked, confused. He then noticed that he was still stark naked. He cried out and jumped under the covers, peeking out from underneath them up at the red eyed man. "You could of told me!" he exclaimed, embarrassed. Prussia laughed, then grabbed his head, groaning. Canada sat up quickly, making sure the sheets covered his lower half.

"Dammit, what a hangover," Prussia muttered. The blond's heart beat paused as he started to worry if Prussia remembered what had happened between them last night. Prussia noticed his worried expression and smiled at him. He leaned over and kissed Canada's cheek, telling him he still remembered. Canada sighed, the worry washing away. He then looked around on the floor for his underwear.

"Can I take a shower?" he asked, fidgeting. Prussia nodded, getting out of bed. He opened a dresser drawer, taking out a pair of pants and throwing them on. He tossed a spare towel to Canada, who caught it and tied it around his waist. He made his way upstairs and to the bathroom.

Prussia flopped into his swivel chair and turned on his laptop. He opened the Internet browser and went to his blog.

'Had an awesome night! Beer always tastes great when you're NOT supposed to drink it! Kesesesese!'

He updated it and closed his laptop, knowing he would get yelled at his by his little brother later. He jumped when he heard Canada yelp from upstairs. He rushed to him, opening the door to the bathroom. The shower curtain was closed.

"What's wrong!" Prussia asked, alarmed. The curtain opened slightly and a bar of soap was thrown at him, hitting his chest. "Canada?"

"Next time, don't cum inside me!"

Once he was done with his shower, Canada re-wrapped the towel around him. He went into the living room and saw Prussia sitting on the couch. He smiled softly at him. He looked around for the time, and practically had a heart attack when he saw what time it was.

"Oh no! The meeting is going to start soon!" he cried out in distress. "And I don't have my suit, either! This is bad!" Prussia stood, stretching. He slapped his hand onto Canada's bare back, laughing.

"Don't worry. You can have one of mine. I don't wear them anyways. West just gets them for me in case something special happens," he reassured him. Canada sighed in relief. He was led downstairs. Prussia found him a nice, tan suit. Canada put it on quickly, happy to see it fit. He had a green tie passed to him. He combed his hair quickly and adjusted his glasses, smiling confidently at himself in the mirror.

"W-wait, I don't know where the hotel is!" he realized. Prussia put his arm around his shoulder, grinning.

"It's cool. Just tell me the name and I'll take ya there," he told him. After they both slipped on a pair of shoes and Prussia threw on a white dress shirt, they left the house and made their way to the hotel. "Hey, Canada? Can I ask you something?" Prussia asked when they arrived.

"I'm sorry, no time. I'll see you after the meeting though. Thanks for walking me here!" Canada bowed and quickly made his way into the building, leaving Prussia standing alone outside. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He saw America sling his arm around Canada's shoulders, laughing like an idiot, from where he stood. The two obviously made up or both forgot about the meaningless argument completely. Prussia walked away from the hotel, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He'd definitely come back when the meeting was over.

Canada made his way out of the hotel for his lunch break, sighing. Maybe he could state his ideas in the next part of the conference? Doubtful. He looked up when he heard his name being called. Prussia sat on a bench, waving at him and grinning. Canada smiled softly, happy to know someone was waiting for him. He was about to walk over when he felt America slap his back, rather roughly, laughing. Canada looked back at him, hiding his annoyance. America was holding onto an angered England's wrist, who was spitting out hurtful sounding words. Of course though, the younger man took no notice.

"Canada, England and I are going to eat at McDonald's. Want to come with us?" America asked, still ignoring the Brit. Canada glanced back at Prussia, who was waiting patiently.

"Actually, I have other pl-" He was cut off by America's obnoxious laugh.

"Alright! Let's go!" his brother chimed, grabbing Canada's wrist and dragging both him and the flustered England away. Canada looked back to Prussia and shot him a look that told him he was sorry. Prussia shrugged and waved to him. There went another one of his chances. Well, he wouldn't let ANYTHING stop him after the meeting.

He stood from the bench and walked down the street to find something to keep him busy while he waited.

A few hours later, the meeting finally ended. The sun was beginning to set in the sky. Canada exited the building, wanting to breathe in the fresh air. Plus, he didn't feel like eating at the hotel for dinner. A few other countries exited the building as well. Hungary chatted with Austria cheerfully. Italy clung onto Germany's arm, making his usual strange noises. America dragged England out once again, stating he wanted to eat at McDonald's again for dinner. England immediately disagreed with him. Canada smiled at them, chuckling softly. He looked around, trying to catch a glance of silver hair.

"Canada!" Prussia's voice suddenly rang out. The blond looked to the former country, who was running towards him. He stopped in front of the smaller man, panting and grinning. Germany noticed his brother, but decided not to say anything.

That all changed a moment later.

Prussia pressed his lips to Canada's, who flushed almost immediately. Heads turned to watch their public display of affection. Hungary was the only one who smiled after a moment of silence, a light pink blush dusting her cheeks. Prussia pulled away from Canada, grinning. The blond covered his mouth, horribly flustered. He then reached another hand up, pinching the bridge of the other man's nose.

"What was that for!" he exclaimed, embarrassed by the action. Especially since it was around a few of the people he knew.

"It was just a kiss!" Prussia retorted, pulling Canada's hand away from his nose. "That hurts!" The smaller man trembled, his fists clenched.

"But in public!" he questioned loudly. America and England watched, along with a horribly confused Germany, who tried to sputter out a question but failed to do so. Italy just clung to Germany's arm like usual. Austria blushed, mumbling something about how shameful it was doing that in public. Hungary merely giggled, stating it wasn't so bad. He pulled her away from the scene, not noticing the disappointment in her eyes.

"Hey, Canada? What's going on?" America asked his brother from behind.

"Not now, America!" Canada told him, making the other blink in surprise. "Prussia, come with me." He grabbed Prussia's wrist and began to pull him away from the others.

"Yo, Canada? What's wrong?" Prussia questioned once they were a comfortable distance from the group.

"That was so embarrassing!" Canada cried out. "It' one thing if we're alone, but it public!" He covered his face, completely red. Prussia stared at him, then laughed. "What's so funny!"

"Nothing. It's just, you look really cute right now," he admitted, pulling at the collar of his shirt. Canada glanced up at him. "Uh, sorry, that was really corny."

"It made me happier though," the blond admitted. "You're still an idiot, though." Prussia smiled at him, chuckling. He then glanced away, looking flustered.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Canada remembered he had said the same thing earlier, but couldn't. He nodded. "Will, you, uh...be my lover or something? Like, my boyfriend, you know? Because, I mean, we did this and that last night, and it would only make sense, right? Unless you don't want to and that was just a one night stand or something. Because if that's the case, that'll lower my awesome level dangerously! But I'd still want to be your friend and stuff, you know!" He continued on, speaking utter gibberish. Canada's cheeks were dusted with a light pink, along with Prussia's. Lovers...he could get used to that idea. So he smiled at him, causing Prussia to pause in his speech.

"Yeah, I'll be with you," he told him, looking at his feet. His hands were clasped together. Prussia blinked, then grinned from ear to ear, laughing loudly. He threw his arms around Canada, who simply hugged him back.

"That's awesome! I'll make you happy! It's a promise!" Prussia exclaimed, squeezing Canada tightly. Canada nodded, resting his cheek against Prussia's shoulder.

'You've already made me happy,' Canada mused to himself, too shy to say it out loud. He pulled away from Prussia when he heard someone approaching. It was America and England, who watched the two with suspicion and confusion. Canada gulped and tugged on his tie, unsure of how to explain his situation. Prussia noticed his discomfort and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Canada?" America spoke, staring at the pair. Canada breathed in deeply and exhaled, looking to his brother with confidence.

"America, you know Prussia. Well, he's my lover now. So I'm having dinner with him," he told him. He then pulled Prussia along with him, passing the two. They watched them leave, surprised, before America smiled.

"Looks like it's just you and me, England! I'm glad we're in Germany and not your place, or else I'd have to eat at your awful restaurants!" he chimed cheerfully. England immediately forgot what just happened and turned his attention to the American, glaring at him.

"Shut it, you git!" he spat. America merely laughed.

"Are you going to stay at my, er, I mean, West's place again tonight?" Prussia asked after having dinner with Canada. The other man shook his head, causing Prussia to frown.

"I don't want to be a burden on Germany and Austria," he explained, squeezing Prussia's hand lightly. "So I'll stay with America at the hotel tonight." Prussia pouted, his cheeks puffing, unhappy with the outcome. They stopped outside the hotel so they could say their goodbyes to each other. "But, you can always come stay with me," Canada told him. Prussia blinked, then grinned his typical toothy grin.

"Then you better prepare a ton of maple syrup! I love that stuff!" he exclaimed with a laugh. Canada chuckled, telling him he would. Prussia then leaned down, claiming Canada's lips. He wanted to relish it, since it would be the last one he had for a while. His arms wrapped themselves around Canada's waist, while Canada moved his arms to wrap around Prussia's back. They remained like this for a few minutes before they pulled away, needing air. Prussia kissed the top of Canada's head, smiling.

"I'll see you later, then," the blond said, pulling away from Prussia. The other man nodded, ruffling Canada's hair in a playful manner. He waited for his new found lover to enter the hotel before walking away, pleased with how everything had turned out. What Prussia didn't tell his boyfriend was that he was really happy to be with him. His actions may of screamed it, but he had really wanted to say it. But his massive ego once again got in his way. He rubbed the back of his neck, remembering what Canada had confessed to him the night before. About how lonely he was, about his pain, about everything. Well, he would change all that. And hopefully teach that bear to remember Canada's name.

He sighed in content, making his way back to his younger brothers place, mentally preparing himself for either silence or being bombarded with questions. In all honesty, he just wanted to sleep, since his head still ached.

Once back home, he discovered both his house mates were asleep, which was fine with him. He found a note placed on the door leading the basement, reading 'I honestly don't care what happened, but next time, don't leave such a mess!' The note was from Austria. Typical. Prussia crumpled it up and stuffed it in his pocket, heading downstairs. His room was still a mess, which was fine with him. He preferred no one come down there. Well, except for Canada, but that's a different story.

He flopped onto his bed, remembering he had to change the sheets. So he stood back up and stripped the bed, throwing the covers into a corner for later. He got a fresh set from his closet and put them on, then laid down, breathing deeply. A lot had happened to him, and he was damn happy about it. A few minutes later, he was dead asleep.

Prussia sat at his laptop, playing around with it. He checked back at his blog, noticing there was a new comment on his entry about how he and Canada were together now, and how awesome he felt. He scrolled through the comments, passing the ones that had already been read, such as ones from France, Spain, Italy, Hungary and a few others. Hungary's was a bit creepy though, so he didn't read it again. He stopped when he saw Canada had posted a comment. He read it once, then began to laugh hysterically, causing an angered Austria to stomp his foot on the floor above. He read the comment again, grinning and giggling, since he was trying very hard not to laugh loudly again.

'Idiot! I said not in public!'

So it went from spice to fluff? Ah, whatever. I like fluffy shit.

I stayed up from 9:00 PM to 5:55 AM writing this. So I hope it was enjoyable. THANKFULLY, Yakety Sax didn't start playing on my iPod like it did with my DenNor smut. It ruined the mood.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading!