Recap alert: "Gilbert...what are you doing right now?" "I'm freezing my ass off trying to play romeo...it's fucking cold here...romeo oh romeo and all that jazz..." The hands moved away from her replaced by the bouquet or roses "i didn't come to scare you...i came to...say..." Prussia swallowed unsure of how to say it, not very used to apologizing to anyone for anything. "s-sorry..." Matthew looked up at Prussia in shock before staring back down at the roses, he amazement doubling. "they're red..." That statement may have seemed obvious to anyone else but this was Canada and Prussia, who both knew enough about German culture to know that red roses are a love confession.

"you are mine Matthew" with that claim made America pulled the smaller blonde female into a kiss France would be proud of. Canada wretched herself from America's grip rushing up to her room, past the two nations, slamming the door before locking it. "idiots" was the only thing the polar bear said before hopping off the stool and trotting it's way up the stairs to it's owner's room, scratching at the door until it was let inside, leaving the two men in the kitchen with no clue what just happened.

Chapter 13: I Don't Want to be in Love

Matthew sat in her room, her pillow held tight in her shaking grip, silent sobs running through her body. A wet nose on her cheek cause her to finally lift her head. "Kumamura..." a sniffle later the pillow was replaced with two arm fulls of bear and the silence grew as sound was reduced to barely audible sniffles and gasps. "this is so stupid..." she whimpered sadly, the last four days seemed to be nothing but trouble after trouble, and it was finally at the breaking point for poor Canada.

Kumajirou nuzzled his cheek against his owner's "tell them" Matthew looked confused but it quickly melted back to sadness. "tell them?...about how I feel?...they wouldn't listen Kumamoro...they never do...stupid head strong idiots... " "try" the response was so simple but for some reason the blonde couldn't bring herself to say no. "alright, I'll try" she responded lightly, picking herself up from the bed. She made her way to her connected bathroom and check to make sure she got rid of the tear tracks on her cheeks before opening the door and heading downstairs toward the kitchen where she left the men.

"if you hadn't hit her we wouldn't be in this mess!" "up yours rapist! You practically molested her with your tongue!" "why you! Watch it or I'll sick my militia on you!" "bring it burger breath!" Matthew sighed heavily and ran a hand over her eyes , frustrated at the antics of her best friend and brother. She heaved a sigh as Kumajirou trotted up beside her, sitting down at her feet before looking up at her expectantly. The polar bear motioned to the two males currently about to delve into another fist fight before looking back to Canada. "try"

Matthew gave a small understanding nod and took a deep breath "SHUT UP!". Both males instantly jerked, stilling completely only to look at her with wide eyes. Matthew felt the urge to hit her own head on the countertop but instead she held her ground and glared at the two stubborn males. "i do not belong to anyone... I am not intending to belong to anyone so you both can shove it up your arses as far as I'm concerned. If you want to beat each other to a bloody pulp, go ahead. But you will do it outside of my home!"

Matthew gave a quick stomp to the floor to signal the finality on the issue, her face set in a determined scowl. Gilbert gave a heavy sigh "i know that look birdie... alright..." he put his hands up in the air, signaling his defeat. "how about we talk this whole mess over like adults" "now, that's more like it~" Matthew started "over some delicious pancakes~" the Prussian gave a cheeky grin as Matthew's mouth fell open in shock at his audacity.

The blonde American gave an excited cheer and rushed into the kitchenette, grabbing a chair only to spin it around and sit in it backwards. "whooo, Matty's making pancakes!~" and so, one fist pump later, the albino German was dragging Matthew into her small kitchen to cook for the two males who, obviously, weren't going anywhere anytime soon. 'there goes my plan to have a beer and watch some hockey to wind down...' the Canadian thought in surrender, knowing she wouldn't enjoy the game with the others there.

Giving in to the imposing guests Matthew rolled up her sleeves and set about making the batter for the fluffy cakes. She showed her disapproval by stirring the mix quite violently, gaining the amused attention of the German and confused attention of the American. 'they come into my home without an invitation, try to get all frisky with me and then get into a fistfight and expect me to cook for them... I have half a mind to pour the mix on them both and throw the bowl at their heads for good measure...' she quickly perished the thought due to the fact she would be wasting perfectly good pancakes.

Only when she had set the first batch to cook did she look up at the men. "alright... explain yourselves" her eyes narrowed as she leaned her back against the counter, arms crossed. Memories of the last time Gilbert was in the kitchen when she cooked pancakes flashing through her mind shooting heat to her groin before the memories of her dream followed, sapping the heat away just as quickly as it had come.

Mathew gave a tentative sigh as the constant inner struggle the albino had left her in, a hand resting on the bridge of her nose, rubbing it in a manner she had seen England use when he was stressed or annoyed. Alfred started, his large mouth flapping like a fish, spitting as he spoke in his haste to get his brother/sister on his side.

"well... I heard from England who heard from France who heard from Austria who heard from Hungary that Prussia had punched you in the face... and Hungary heard from Italy that he later on tried to rape you or something. I was just coming to check on my little brother...er... sister... and make sure no Germans were invading or anything. Then I saw Prussia all over you and knew it was all true and tried to save you! Because I'm a hero and that's what heroes do~ we rescue damsels in distress~"

Matthew gave a heaving sigh as Alfred finished his 'speech' with his normal obnoxious laugh and more claims of being a hero. "alright then... Alfred... I am not a damsel in distress and I do not need rescuing... while I appreciate the desire to protect me.. I do not want nor need it and would rather be left to handle my business on my own... and also... since word travels so fast perhaps you could pass on the message to MIND YOUR OWN BUISNESS! For me..."

Alfred was slightly cowering by the end of the Canadian's raging rant and only gave a nod in response, choosing not to speak for once, aware that the last time his 'sister' was this angry and he annoyed her further he ended up in the hospital after she threw a skate at his head, his hand reached up reflexively to rub the scar left from that encounter.

Prussia snorted a tad at the American's reaction and the redness in Canada's face, until of course that angry Canadian turned her glare toward him. There was a clicking sound from how fast Gilbert had shut his mouth, eyes wide and almost panicked. "find something funny, Gilbert?" the questions was sickeningly sweet but held menace to it, giving the albino shivers. "n-not in particular"

Gilbert looked away, finding eye contact rather difficult to keep under that amount of rage, mentally berating himself for being so 'uncool'. Matthew straitened herself out and flipped the pancakes off the griddle and onto plates, setting them on the table with a clink of china hitting wood too hard.

"if that's all, then, I would like for you both to eat and then leave" she walked around the table in silence before her eyes caught sight of the bouquet that had been dropped in the doorway and forgotten when the fights began. With a small sigh, which she chastised herself on giving since all she seemed to do today was sigh, she walked the distance over to the flowers and picked them up.

She returned to the kitchen with the red roses in hand and set them on the counter to find a vase to put them in. Gilbert's eyes were trained on her form, watching with rapture as she tenderly cared for the blooms despite her anger at him, feeling as if she were tending to his own swelling heart instead of blossoms.

Matthew pulled out a clear vase and a white ribbon, quickly filling it halfway with water and tying the ribbon around the neck, letting the bow he made flow down the glass side before placing the roses inside, picking it up and carrying it toward her room. "where are you taking the flowers, birdie?" she paused and looked over her shoulder with a small smile. "they're my favorite color so I'm taking them to my room so I can admire them in the place I'm at the most... it shouldn't be a problem. they're my roses... they're for just me, aren't they?"

her face lit up slightly, a dark pink blush covering her cheeks and rosing her nose, the roses having only been a metaphor for something more important. Gilbert seemed to catch on this time to her meaning as he gave her a knowing grin and nodded. "Ja, just for you. I wouldn't give those to anybody else" Matthew's blush got three shades darker before she turned and rushed up the stairs, nearly tripping, her heart feeling ready to pound out of her chest.

She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, heaving breaths, eyes wide. 'he really meant to pick red roses... he just... confessed love for me...' the Canadian stared in awe at the innocent looking flowers that were far from innocent and couldn't stop the smile from forming on her face. Gilbert, her best friend and long time crush, was in love with her and had told her without a word.

For the first time in five days Matthew didn't mind that she was a woman, didn't mind that it would be another two days left before she was male again. For the first time in five days, she was truly happy, because, She, if only for today, was simply a young nation in love.

A/N: I am so sorry everyone... I completely lost all inspiration for this story since I no longer like PruCan, I will finish this but I'll have to force myself to do so, but don't worry I won't let the quality, if there is any, fall due to that lack of inspiration. This chapter is slightly slow but we at least worked out Prussia's feelings for Matthew. Also, I'm sure some of you are curious about why there's only two days left. So here's a time line.

Day 1: Matt went to the meeting

Day 2: mall visit

day 3: near molestation from Prussia.

day 4: Matt slept through this day, this was when he had the nightmares.

Day 5: visit from Prussia and Alfred

day 6: coming soon

day 7: also coming soon.

That should clear up the time line a bit more, sorry if I was not completely clear on the day Matthew slept through... I should be wrapping up this story in anywhere from 4 to 6 chapters give or take...

I am officially taking a poll. Do you want me to turn Matthew back into a guy on the seventh day or follow this up with a sequel where England's spell backfires and turns England into a female, in which case I will make a FrUk fanfiction to follow up and Matthew will be returned to male form in that story. The poll is now open, please leave a review or a message stating if you'd prefer "Matt as a boy" or "sequel"

please and thank you. I hope you enjoyed reading.