Hello readers of FanFiction! So this is a quick crossover between two of my favorite fandoms! I got the idea from the fact that I can see Jack Frost as Canada and Prussia's lovechild! I mean c'mon: Jack has invisibility and blue eyes like Canada, and white hair and confidence like Prussia...am I the only one?! :D

Ahem anyways, my crazy theories aside, I hope you all enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Rise of the Guardians. If I did, then Jack would be a cameo in the anime, making (more) mischief during the world meetings and creating ice so that couples in denial can slip and fall on top of one another X3 I also don't own anything recognizable.

Rated T for Prussia's mouth; I tried to make Prussia seem a bit less…brash for the sake of RotG, but he didn't sound so Prussia when I did :/

One last thing: there are some spoilers to RotG so be prepared, and the cover image isn't mine


Part 1:

He isn't a stalker.

He isn't.

Following a couple of people around wherever they go isn't considered stalking. He isn't trying to be creepy, and he's most certainly keeping his distance. He merely watches them from a range where he can actually see them, but they can't necessarily see him.

…Okay, so maybe that does sound kind of stalkerish, but Jack Frost swears that he isn't a stalker. He just…can't help admiring these people.

Being the harbinger of winter, Jack's job is to circle the world and make snow wherever and whenever necessary. Be it the Russian capital of Moscow or New York City, the winter sprite is more than happy to breathe out a couple of icy winds and to form blankets of snow to cover cities. However, his two favorite places to bring the wondrous, white season had to be the quaint little town of Burgess and the Canadian capital of Ottawa.

Jack loved going to Burgess for obvious reasons. For one thing, he enjoyed hanging out with Jamie Bennett and his friends; whether it's starting snowball fights, building forts, or making snowmen, Jack always found ways to have fun with the children. Ever since he found his center and became the Guardian of Fun, the boy has gained quite a group of followers who can actually see him and acknowledge his existence. For the first time in a long time, Jack felt like he belonged, and he wasn't lonely anymore.

Ottawa was a different story.

In complete contrast to Burgess, there was no one there that Jack talked to—there were no children that believed in Jack Frost so the winter spirit was invisible to everyone in Ottawa. Though he enjoyed making snow and ice for the children and watching them play hockey (some of the kids were surprisingly brutal), there was frankly nothing there for him.

Except for them.

Jack wasn't exactly sure when he started noticing them but once he did, he was a lot more inclined on going to Ottawa every month. It was sometime before the whole Pitch fiasco when Jack observed the most interesting pair of men he had ever seen. In all honesty, Jack never cared much for adults because they were generally lame, and it's not like they could ever see him anyways so why should he bother with them?

But these two were different.

From what he could tell, these guys were together. Jack had nothing against same-sex couples (love wasn't a choice), but it wasn't that aspect that interested him, it was the couple itself. One guy was a young Canadian man with short yet wavy blonde hair, topaz orbs with a hint of indigo, a lithe frame, and a pair of glasses. The other one was a slightly older man with pale skin, a strapping build, platinum white hair (good choice, he might add), and (holy cow) mulberry-red eyes.

Already from appearances, Jack would never expect the two to interact, let alone be together, yet what really threw him off was how…different the two were. The blonde was obviously shy and quiet, and he had probably the softest voice Jack has ever heard; he was often overlooked or ignored in crowds, something Jack could relate to and sympathize with. And the other guy…oh the other guy…that guy (presumably an albino) was loud, boisterous, and arrogant. Often times Jack can hear the man from the other end of the park and has caught him on more than one occasion boasting on how 'awesome' he was. Heck, Jack has even heard the man refer to himself as 'The Awesome Me' before.

The winter spirit makes it a point to scope out this couple (in a non-stalkerish way) whenever he visits Ottawa and, once he does, he just…watches them (still not stalkerish…). He enjoys how they interact with one another—how the blonde puts up with the albino's arrogance in an endearing manner while the albino is noticeably soft on the blonde—and he can't help but to admire their affection for each other. Jack has observed them often enough to know that the albino's name is Gilbert (or Gil) and the blonde's name is Matthew (or Matt or Mattie or Birdie or Vogel or Vögelchen…jeez Gilbert, what's with all the nicknames?!).

So as it was, every time Jack visited Ottawa, he made sure to locate this couple and watch them enjoy each other's company, feeling a warm sense of contentment and peace as he did.

It was on a crisp December morning when Jack saw them again. He was strengthening the ice on park's mirror-like, crystal blue lake, and he stepped back to admire his work. "Hmmm not bad, even if I do say so myself." He glanced over at the group of kids squealing with delight on the playground, grinned, and commented, "Alright, now someone better notice this and start putting their skates to good use. I've worked too hard for this to go to waste."

With his staff in hand, Jack flew over to the children and smiled warmly. Then he blew a gentle gust of wind that beckoned over to his masterpiece, and eventually some of the children began to take notice of the solidly frozen lake. They rushed over to it and stopped at the edge, a few brave ones cautiously pressing their toes onto the surface and testing out its strength.

Jack chuckled and commented to no one in particular, "Oh c'mon, what's with the hesitation? I made sure the ice is nice and thick. Try it out for yourself." Then he 'accidentally' poked a random boy in the back with his staff and gave him an encouraging shove forward. The boy let out a squeal as he slipped and plunged forward onto the ice. However, he began giggling once he noticed that the ice didn't crack under his weight. Soon enough, he and the other children were bringing out their skates and were happily gliding across the cold, glassy mirror.

Jack smiled and mentally gave himself a pat on the back for a job well done. "See? I told you! I'm Jack Frost, there's no way I would've let you skate if the ice was thin. I of all people know the consequences."

Suddenly, Jack felt something pinch at his heart, and he felt a bit less cheery. Though he's come to accept his role as a Guardian, a small part of him wished that he didn't have to leave his beloved sister and mother behind. Now that he had his memories back, he's able to remember all the good times he had playing with his sister, making the village children laugh, and helping his mom upkeep the house. Although Jack wouldn't trade his job for the world, he still couldn't help but miss his old life, his family.

"Kesesese~ aw Birdie, you're just too precious! You know that?!" Jack's ears pricked up at the familiar voice that went along with that strange laugh and instantly began looking around, his nostalgia forgotten. Within seconds, he spotted a head with silver-white hair and another with fair, wavy wheat-blonde hair amongst the blue-tinted whiteness of the snowy environment. He watched as Gilbert and Matthew entered the park, pressed closely together with their arms wrapped snugly around each other's waist, and make their way over to a bench that was just a bit away from the playground, taking a seat.

Jack happily grinned, his spirits lifted, and he gave a small chuckle before he flew over and landed in the vibrant, verdant tone tree closest to them. Though Jack was pretty sure that these guys couldn't see him, he never liked directly approaching them as he would to others because he felt like he was trespassing on something really special—he was convinced that his presence would somehow ruin it, make it less extraordinary.

So as it was, he kept his distance and merely watched from afar.

…Again, he's not a stalker.

Jack made himself comfortable on the limb of the tree and began to observe his favorite couple. Gilbert currently had his arm around Matthew, bringing the younger man closer as he grinned at him. "How the hell can you pull off being so adorable?! I mean, your dad's a bipolar tsundere, your papa's a perv, and your brother's loud and obnoxious! Are you sure you're related?!"

Though Jack wasn't entirely sure was a tsundere was, he assumed it meant something funny, and he hid a chuckle at Matthew's family description. Matthew, on the other hand, blushed and softly smiled. "Yes Gil, I'm pretty sure. Last time I checked, I've inherited my dad's temper, my papa's cooking skills, and, well, Al and I are twins so…yeah, I'm pretty sure we're related."

Gilbert chuckled and ruffled the blonde's hair. "You may be right about your eltern, but I still question you and your bruder. You guys look nothing alike, and he's kind of a douchebag while you're awesome! Not as awesome as me but still, you're pretty close."

Jack lightly chuckled and shook his head—typical Gilbert. It honestly took Jack a little time to get use to the albino's mouth and mannerisms, but after a while, he grew almost fond of it. Matthew seemed to share his opinion because he giggled. "Thanks Gil, that's really nice coming from you."

Gilbert beamed and nuzzled Matthew's nose. "You're damn right it is! I don't just pass out the word 'awesome' to just anyone, you know! That title is reserved for the Great Gilbert Beilschmidt!" Then suddenly the albino's expression softened a bit despite the roguish grin still planted on his face. "And of course for you and Gilbird, Birdie! The Awesome Me is willing to acknowledge your guys' awesomeness too!"

Matthew chuckled and snuggled closer to Gilbert. "I appreciate you thinking so highly of me. Just for the record, I think you're pretty awesome too." And with that he gave the albino a peck on the cheek that left the other's pale skin red from a blush.

Jack watched as Gilbert grew flustered and nervously rubbed the back of his neck, amused since this was a rare occasion. However, knowing Gilbert (in a non-stalkerish way), Jack anticipated that he'll somehow change the subject or just act as brash as he usually was since sentiment wasn't really his specialty.

Well, at least not the mushy, warm type of sentiment—Jack's learned that Gilbert has his own way of showing his softer side in his own boisterous manner.

Eventually, Gilbert got ahold of himself, and he threw Matthew his usual cocky grin. "Well, you should since denying my awesomeness is a federal crime in Prussia…and the rest of the world even though other countries aren't willing to admit it!"

Jack smirked to himself, giddy that he was right about guessing the Prussian's behavior. He's been watching these two so often that he's sort of made a game out of predicting what each were going to say, feeling that he was basically an expert on their mannerisms.

…That does not mean that Jack Frost is a stalker. He's not!

"So, uh, random thought, but whatcha doing for Christmas, Matt?"

Christmas…right. It was only a few weeks away. Man, North must be busy. A couple of times Jack has tried to visit to say 'hey' only to be kicked out by Phil or one of the other yetis. Though the winter spirit was mildly offended, he just shrugged it off and let him be, instead going to visit some of the Guardians if they had time to hang out. Jack chuckled at all the instances when he bugged Bunnymund just because he felt like it—it's always funny riling up the kangaroo.

Jack lightly chuckled and rested his chin on the Sheppard's crook of his staff, thoughtful about the subject of Christmas. Maybe this year he could do something special for the other Guardians and for Jamie and his friends. He wasn't sure what, but he'll think of something.

Then the Guardian of Fun glanced down at the albino and Canadian. Hmm, it was too bad North only delivered presents to kids; something told Jack that he would like Matthew and Gilbert if he were given the chance to visit them. He smiled at the thought of North attacking the two with a bear hug and wondered what they would think of meeting the actual Santa Clause.

And Jack also wondered what they would think of him

"Oh, uh, I'm not too sure." Jack blinked and instantly refocused on the couple, having briefly zoned out. "I think Alfred might want to spend Christmas with Kiku and his family so it'd be weird if I went to see dad and papa by myself. Besides, I think the two would like the time alone to…celebrate." Then the blonde suddenly blushed and shyly averted his gaze. "Um, so…would you maybe want to…I mean, if you're not too busy with Ludwig…maybe we could…um…"

Jack chuckled as Gilbert simultaneously did, and the albino swooped down to give Matthew a short, heated kiss. "Aw~ you're so cute, Vögelchen! I'd love to spend Weihnachten with you! We can totally hang with West and Feli for a while before we do our own thing! What do you say?! Sound like an awesome plan?!"

It took a moment for Matthew to regain himself from the dizzying kiss before he blushed a light shade of pink and nodded. "That sounds great! And, uh, maybe we can drop by to see my family sometime after…if that's okay."

Gilbert beamed with delight and gave Matthew a soft, gentle kiss. "That sounds great, Birdie! Francis is cool with me, and I'll bring some wurst so Arthur won't try to kill us with his cooking! And, for the hell of it, I'll even buy some of that greasy heart attack on a bun your bruder likes!"

"You mean McDonald's?"

"Ja! That crap!"

Jack put a hand over his mouth to hide a chuckle. If Jamie were to hear this, he'd practically die! The kid basically worships McDonald's!

Matthew was just as beguiled as he laughed. "I'm sure he'll appreciate it just so as long as you don't say that you're awesomer than him again."

Gilbert furrowed his brow. "But Mattie, I am awesomer than that wanna-be hero! Your bruder is just in denial that I'm a bad ass while he's a fat ass!"

Jack practically choked on his laughter while Matthew giggled with amusement. "As true as that may be, I seriously doubt Al will agree. I'm pretty sure he'll challenge you to another 'awesome-off' if you say that."

Gilbert mischievously smirked and hugged Matthew closer. "Well, let him! The Awesome Me is more than capable of handling that idiot! It shouldn't take too long to beat him anyways since he's a poser and I'm the real deal!"

"You sure are, Gil." Matthew giggled and rested his head on the albino's shoulder. "Christmas is going to be wonderful this year. It'll be our first one together as a couple, and I can't wait to get together with both of our families."

"Ja, and don't forget we'll be spending some time alone too, mein kleiner vögelchen. We're going to have an awesome time together!" Gilbert rested his chin on top of Matthew's head, and the two sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying one another's company.

Jack smiled at the sight and leaned his head against his staff, admiring the unspoken affection between Gilbert and Matthew. One of the reasons why Jack likes them so much is the fact that they don't need words to communicate. One touch, one look, one smile and they just understand what the other is thinking or feeling.

Before Jack became a Guardian, his goal in life was to be noticed, to be seen. He hated all the years of frustration as he tried scheme after scheme to get someone, anyone, to see him. He remembers one time it had been a particularly bad day and Jack was in Ottawa, conjuring up a huge, blinding blizzard to vent a little. Sometime after he calmed down, he happened to see Matthew and Gilbert for the first time. Initially, his only interest was the fact that Gilbert was an albino, but as he observed the pair more, the more curious he got. He took note of how the two seemed to ignore the world around them simply because they were in a world of their own. Within their eyes, all they saw was each other; the whole town could be underwater and they wouldn't notice. In fact, Jack's blizzard was still gusting, and they were practically aloof to it; Jack even remembers that Matthew was telling a story about his first hockey match as a child, and the winter sprite will always remember the look Gilbert was giving him—the albino's cranberry orbs were alight with the utmost attention, captivated and entranced with every little word, every little gesture the blonde expressed.

It was then that Jack perceived that Gilbert adored Matthew, and his suspicion was confirmed when the albino suddenly cut off the Canadian's story with a kiss, their first kiss judging by how startled Matthew was before he melted into it.

At first, Jack couldn't help but be a bit envious because that was something he had always wanted—for someone to look at him like he was the most interesting thing in the world. He wouldn't even mind never receiving that level of depth if someone would just see him. However, Jack let go of his bitterness and instead started watching the albino and Canadian every time he encountered them as time went on. It wasn't his intention, but every chance he was in Ottawa, he would unconsciously scope them out and then check up on them, as if updating on their relationship. Eventually though, it was up to a point where Jack would deliberately find and observe them with a fond smile (no, that's not stalkerish…or creepy), watching as their relationship gradually developed and their love deepened. With each new 'rendezvous', Jack sensed Gilbert and Matthew somehow getting closer, better understanding one another—he didn't have to see it, he just felt it.

All his life, both as a human and spirit, Jack has always wanted to find someone that understood him like that, someone whom he could relate to, someone who truly sees him, someone who accepts him not just as the Guardian of Fun or the mischievous village boy, but as Jack, the young man who only wants to be recognized.

One day, he would like to find his other half, like how Matthew and Gilbert have each other.

"That reminds me," Jack was pulled from his musings once Gilbert spoke up, "what do you want for Christmas, Birdie, and, more importantly, what are you getting me for Christmas?"

Gilbert grinned widely while Matthew made a small, soft smile. "Okay first off, there's no way I'm telling you what I got you for Christmas, it's going to be a surprise and second off, you don't need to get me anything. I'm fine with just spending time with you. Besides, I'd rather you spend your energy getting gifts for Ludwig, Feliciano, Antonio, Elizabeta, Roderich-"

"I'm not getting that wussy Austrian prick anything!"

"My point is, I don't want anything. I just want to spend a nice Christmas with you and everyone we love. I want to snuggle with you by the fire, I want to share some hot cocoa, I want to cook you pancakes in the morning, and I just…want to be with you." Matthew blushed and shyly looked to the floor.

Gilbert's smile softened as he gently cupped Matthew's jaw and brought his face up so their gazes could interlock, crimson meeting blue-violet like a sunset. "As much as those things will make me look like a pansy, I wouldn't mind doing them with you. I mean, I'm awesome so I can pull it off anyways but, um, you…you're my birdie, and I, uh…like seeing you smile it's…nice." Jack could see that Gilbert was having some difficulty trying to get that out, and he couldn't help but smile when the albino finally did and actually looked bashful doing so.

Matthew also seemed to appreciate the sentiment because he gave his lover a sweet peck on the lips, his cheeks tinged a light pink. "Well, you make me smile, Gil." The albino's cheeks flushed lightly as well before he grinned and gave Matthew a long, tender kiss. Jack cringed slightly and averted his eyes. Though he liked this couple, kissing always repelled him a bit. Whether he sees it in movies or in real life, Jack is never one to watch, and he always looks away. He didn't care if it seemed immature, he still wasn't going to see it.

Also, it is kind of creepy to watch two people kissing like some sort of stalker…which he isn't, he stands by it!

Eventually, Gilbert and Matthew pulled away and merely rested their foreheads on one another's. Their lips still lightly brushing against each other's, Matthew quietly said, "Je t'aime, Gilbert."

The albino's eyes were bright with his usual mirth yet were somehow softer. "Ich liebe dich auch, Matthew, mein liebe."

Jack had no idea what they just said but, judging by the depth and multitude of love, adoration, and fondness shared between them, he could only assume it was special. Smiling warmly, Jack heard himself saying, "Aw, that was so nice."

The winter spirit froze as Gilbert and Matthew suddenly tensed and pulled away from each other to frantically look around them. Jack didn't dare breathe as the two glanced over their surroundings, appearing startled. "Gil, did you hear that?"

The albino nodded and narrowed his eyes. "Ja, I did. I thought I heard someone."

Heard someone? Jack's heart flipped as Matthew inclined his head. "Me too, but I don't see anyone."

"Neither do I." Then Gilbert looked around some more before he unexpectedly stood up and began scanning the trees. "Hey! Is someone out there?! If you're spying on me and my boyfriend then knock it off! It's so lame!"

Jack could scarcely breathe, his chest heaving from his erratic breathing while his palms became icy cold(er than usual) as he tightly gripped his staff for support. They couldn't have possibly heard him, could they? No, impossible. It was hard enough as it is getting children to hear him, let alone adults, so there was just no way these guys could've heard him. It just…there must be some mistake. Maybe they heard something else?

But what if they did hear him?

The thought startled Jack, and he unconsciously scrunched into himself, as if trying to make himself smaller and less noticeable. Unfortunately, his subtle movements rustled some of the viridian leaves of the tree, and Matthew and Gilbert instantly whipped their heads towards the sound, their eyes scanning the tree, his tree, for the source. Jack's stomach repeatedly somersaulted, and his winter-blue eyes widened with astonishment when they suddenly met with a pair of soft sapphire orbs hidden behind glasses. Matthew was looking at him and not right through him, but right at him.

He can see me!


Of course he can, Jack, he's Canada :3

Alright, so part one down! Thanks for reading and have a nice day! :D

Translations courtesy of Google Translate:

German/Prussian

vogel-bird

vögelchen-birdie

eltern-parents

bruder-brother

Weihnachten-Christmas

Ich liebe dich auch, Matthew, mein liebe-I love you too, Matthew, my love.

French

Je t'aime, Gilbert-I love you, Gilbert

Let me know if any of this is wrong.