So, Chick-a-dees, I tried and failed horribly at making a sexy!PruCan story. They are much better suited for fluff, so I went back and revised the last two chapters if anyone wants to go back and read them. I feel more satisfied now with the outcome. Special shout out to my reviewers Guest who informed me of cannon Spamano, Teakany, Zen4365 and

MissingWings (You have no idea how happy each of your reviews made me. Thank-a-million, Chick-a-dee. Here's an extra long chapter dedicated to you).

As well as those who favorited or followed. For any of you who have been reading my other story Hetalia Host Club then you know where the end of this chapter leads. I love having my stories connect in some way. HHC is a good way to cross those boundaries because it's already a crossover. Now enough from me. Please continue to read and enjoy~

Warning: Man on Man kissing (because I know you missed it) leading to a Hot and Heavy make-out, ridiculous amounts of fluff, then angst (jealous!Canada and oblivious!Prussia) to counter it, and an implied lemon

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Omake

"Gilbird!"

Though he would deny it later, Canada downright squealed when he saw a familiar puff of yellow feathers flying towards him. He outstretched his hands for the little bird to land into, but the pet bypassed the slender fingers and flew straight into the Western country's cheek. Blonde strands fell like a waterfall over the bird's feathers, making Gilbird tweet contently. As the beautiful tweets filled his ears, Canada laughed cheerfully, unaware that both sounds created a beautiful melody for the albino that watched them both with a fond smile.

His lover hadn't gotten one foot into the door when his pet had launched himself at the other. Prussia couldn't blame him one bit, as he was close to doing the same thing, but he'd let the bird finish first. He stepped forward silently to take the blonde's luggage.

"I missed you too, Little One." The maple-loving nation paused in his cooing long enough to give his lover a sweet kiss in thanks for taking his luggage. Said lover had a dopey smile on his face afterwards and almost dropped the suitcases on his foot if not for his quick reflexes. Prussia smiled sheepishly at the other and moved away to take the luggage in the back of the studio apartment where the "rooms" were.

On one side stood his bed, a king-sized beauty of black smooth wood and white sheets wedged between a nightstand and a large dresser. There was a computer stand that held his laptop and a bunch of art books staked haphazardly atop one another, various stretches littered the white walls. On the other side, behind a peacock adorned noren curtain, was the space that had come to known as Canada's Space. There was a large 'cabinet' with closed drawers and open shelves to hold the blonde's belongings. Also the center of it that pulled down into a bed.

Although, now that the albino thought about it, the other never had used the bed since he had bought it for him all those months ago. Hmmm, now there was something to think about, he smirked and placed the suitcases by the hidden bed. He straightened, and after making sure it was nice and neat against the wall, made his way back to his angel and his best friend who, by the musical sound they were making, were still reconnecting.

Amethyst orbs and scarlet met as soon as Prussia walked into the room and it was almost like they were back in time, just meeting each other for the first time in the hallway filled with abstract paintings in America's house. Except now it wasn't just a shock and attraction that flowed between them, there was love now too.

"Okay, Gilbird," the North American nation said, his eyes never leaving his lover's. "We'll have plenty of time to hang out later. Gilbert has been waiting very patiently for his turn, and I think he should get a reward."

While white eyebrows arched up in interest at the mention of a reward, Gilbird puffed up his yellow feathers as if he was affronted that his owner was being picked over him. However, when Canada gave the soft head an equally soft kiss, the pet relented, and with one last tweet he retreated to his cage where there was a half-eaten seedy treat waiting for him.

"Reward?" Prussia inquired with a smirk, stepping closer to the smaller man.

"Yep," the blonde said happily, letting the 'p' at the end of the word pop and unwittingly drawing the other's attention to his oh-so-pink lips.

"All for me?" the nationless albino muttered, his eyes not leaving the plump appendage as he drew closer.

"Well...it's a bit for me too," Canada admitted, slowly walking forward as well.

"Is that so?" the words were no more than a low murmur, and the blonde only hummed in agreement before their lips meant and no more words were exchanged.

Their mouths became the connecting point to their emotions as love, happiness, and contentment flowed between them. They changed angles after a moment, their noses brushing up against each other as the kiss deepened. The pair drowned in the unique taste of each other, their arms automatically coming up to wrap around one another.

But it wasn't enough.

Hands started to wander; beneath clothes, over skin, mapping out the contours of each other's bodies, gripping almost possessively. Gasps filled the room as they tried to get the most amount of air in the shortest time possible, so they could spend more time kissing. Soon Canada's windbreaker was taken off and thrown to the floor, one less layer to worry about. Prussia's t-shirt followed soon after, leaving him in only a black wife beater. The pair stumbled over to the futon, their lips never leaving one another's, not even when Prussia fell backwards on the furniture. Canada only followed the other down fluidly and straddled his hips, pale arms returned to wrap back around him.

It was only when their chests started to ache just a bit from the lack of oxygen that they broke apart, their foreheads resting against each other's with their chests heaving heavily as they tried to take in huge lungfuls of air. Exotic colored eyes locked and laughter bubbled in the pits of their stomachs until it spilled from their mouths, leaving them even more breathless than before.

Finally the laughter subsided as they leaned even more into each other. Canada's head was tucked in the crook of the albino's neck and shoulder, giving him the perfect spot to smell the other's cologne, Green Irish Tweed, and he greedily nuzzled his nose in further to smell more of the rich scent. His actions forced blonde strands further into Prussia face, which was alright with the taller man because he could smell that delicious maple scent that had been absent from his life for far too long.

Once they got their fill of each other's aroma, they pulled back slightly, just enough to place one last lingering kiss on one another's reddened lips. When they pulled apart, it was Prussia who broke the silence between them.

"Tu me manques," he breathed against the other's kiss swollen lips in German accented French, the combination making the blonde shiver pleasantly at the sound.

Even still the Western country couldn't help teasing the albino. "It's only been 2 months," he threw back the words the other said to him at the Christmas party last year.

"Too long," Prussia said, exactly as the shy nation did that winter night, but he wasn't following the script. No, he was speaking from the heart as it was nearly torturous not to have the blonde by his side.

Canada realized this as he stared into sincere crimson eyes, and his own softened at the discovery. His throat constricted and his heart skipped a beat, which would have been alarming if it were not a common occurrence around his lover.

"Tu me manques aussi," his throat finally loosened enough to let him say, his French flowing like silk and wrapping around the pale man in a loving embrace. Prussia even leaned forward a bit as if drawn to the beautifully spoken language like a moth to a flame.

"Vögelchen," the albino groaned lowly, his eyes lowered to half mast, as he stared heatedly at his lover through white lashes.

It was strange. Prussia never had this sort of reaction whenever France spoke it. If anything it annoyed him enough to start cursing the other out in his own native language, which, of course, led them into a full out shouting match in French and German (though neither knew what the other was saying) that Spain would have to break up because the two were acting like 300 year olds. So that fact alone led him to believe that it was only because his angel was speaking, that it could bring out those feelings in him.

Hands gripping a slender waist and Prussia rocked his hips up, showing his lover exactly what his words did to him. The other blushed at the hardness he felt, but there was a slight problem. While Canada's body was (more than) interested, his mind was close to shutting down from the 14 hour flight he had just embarked on. Jet lag was a pain. Although, he did schedule the flight so that he would arrive in Berlin at nighttime, and could at least snuggle up to his lover in bed, but first he had to break the news to the other.

"Gil..." he trailed off, not sure how to politely refuse the albino's offer to reconnect after so long. Turns out he didn't have to, the taller man having picked up on the slight drowsiness in violet eyes.

"You're tired from the flight," Prussia guessed, his hands loosening their hold on the other's hips.

Biting his lip, Canada nodded guiltily. "I'm sorry."

Crimson eyes rolled at the blonde's words. "There's nothing to apologize for, it's fine."

"But you're..." His eyes flicked down at the very noticeable bulge.

"Truthfully, I'm like this 95% of the time anyway," the pale man joked and got a fond eye roll from the other.

"Are you sure? I could maybe..." the shy nation let his words trail off once more as one hand pet the stretched fabric with precise movements. He blushed harder at his own forwardness, but he wasn't going to retract his offer. He peered up shyly at the other. "I c-could maybe-" This time he was stopped by a low groan and his lover's body shuddering under him.

Alarmed, Canada removed his hand and placed it on the other's shoulders. He tried to catch the albino's eyes but they were clenched shut. "Gil? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Prussia gasped out.

The Western country stared skeptically at his lover. He didn't look fine. His face was red and his breathing was erratic. Worried, the blonde slipped off the albino and sat beside him on the futon, still facing the other.

With another groan, this one with a tone of disbelief, Prussia buried his burning face in his hands. "I haven't done that in centuries."

"Done what?" Canada was so confused now. "Gilbert, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I swear, I," Prussia raised his head to stare at his lover. Noticing the amethyst eyes wide with concern, he lifted one hand to cup a rounded cheek. "Hey, I'm fine. I promise. It's just that I...I..." Feeling like putting it into words would just make him seem more unawesome, he gestured down to his lap hopelessly.

With his face still cupped by the other's pale hand, Canada looked down and let out a small gasp.

"You..." The quiet nation stared at the wet patch on the fabric with wide eyes. "Y-you..."

"Yeah," Prussia grimaced. He still couldn't believe that a few strokes from the blonde caused him to lose control. But then again how could he not? Especially when his angel had stuttered so cutely when offering to relieve his ache. The taller man wished he could have lasted longer though, if only for the North American nation to fulfill one of his (many) fantasies.

Shaking the thoughts away from his head, Prussia turned back to his lover who had yet to utter any other words. "It's fine. Come on, I have to clean up and then we can both go to bed."

A bit numb, Canada nodded and allowed the other to pull him up from the futon. It was only when Prussia dropped him off at the peacock designed curtain that he finally spoke. "So..." He licked his dry lips and stared at everything but the man in front of him. "Th-that was because of me?"

It took the albino a minute to realize what he was asking, and a soft blush appeared on his pale cheeks as a result. "Uh...yeah. You have that effect on me, Mattie."

The maple-loving nation didn't say anything else, just nodded to himself and gave the other a sweet kiss on the lips before slipping behind the noren curtain to change into his sleep clothes. Bewildered, Prussia could only make his way to the bathroom with questions clouding his mind.

Only when he heard the bathroom door firmly shut did Canada allow himself a muffled squeal. Pride filled his chest that even with a gentle touch he could make his lover come undone. It wasn't fair, in the blonde's opinion, that the albino could make flames dance across his skin with every touch, every caress, and it felt insanely gratifying when he realized that he could do the same.

Canada changed quickly into flannel pajamas and then exited his 'room' to walk straight across to his and Prussia's shared bed. He climbed into the king-sized mattress and let out a sigh as he sunk into the comfy padding. A minute later, Prussia returned from the bathroom, black sweatpants hanging low on pale hips and his chest bare. If it wasn't for the fact that he could barely summon enough energy to lift his head, then he would have jumped the other man then and there. As it stood, he could only allow himself to curl up against the toned pectorals when the other slipped into bed beside him.

Equally muscled arms wrapped around him securely and the pair simultaneously let out a content sigh. It felt good to be close again. With that last thought on their minds, the two lovers fell soundly asleep with anticipation of what tomorrow would bring.

(^w^)

Prussia walked into the room with a big smile on his face, Canada in tow with an equally glowing smile, though the blonde's was tinged with a bit of nervousness. After the nationless albino sat his paint splattered messenger bag on his desk with a clang, he clapped his hands to get the room's attention.

"Klasse, ich habe eine Überraschung für euch alle," he announced in what he liked to call his 'Awesome Authority' voice, and at the mention of a surprise the class of middle school students quieted down. Young faces stared with open curiosity at their teacher, but mainly eyes were on the newcomer and hushed whispers started almost immediately about who the foreigner could be.

With a proud smile, Prussia waved the Canada over, gesturing for him to stand beside him instead of hanging around awkwardly in the background. His angel was too adorable to notbe shown off. "Jeder sagen hallo zu meinem Freund-"

The introduction was cut off by an enthusiastic exclamation from a pudgy-faced brunet. "Ist es das, Matthew?"

There was a moment of silence as the rest of the class processed her words. Eyes widened in recognition and soon the room erupted in excited whispers at the revelation. After months of hearing about the person their teacher would mention nearly every day, the children were nearly at the edge of their seats to hear from the blonde himself. Did he really have a pet polar bear? Was his German really spoken with a French accent? Is it true that his smile brightened up the room, or was that just their teacher being a love-sick fool? Before the questions could tumble from their lips, said teacher clapped his hands 3 times in quick succession followed by 2 slower ones. Almost immediately, the class repeated the motion with uncanny precision and fell silent, waiting on their teacher's orders.

Neat trick, Canada couldn't help but think, even as his face was slightly pink from the enthusiasm shown by the children.

"Ja, das ist Matthew," Prussia smiled, happy that the students took well to his angel before he was even properly introduced. Although, the albino admitted, with the way he would babble about the blonde during breaks in class, it wasn't that surprising. "Jetzt, bitte sagen hallo."

"Hallo!" The class parroted cheerfully, then waited for the response from the Westerner. And what a response it was.

"Hallo," Canada said in his best German accent, though his French roots still were prominent. "Es ist so schön, euch alle zu treffen." Judging by the awestruck look in the eyes of the children and the proud smile of his lover, the blonde figured he had still succeeded.

After he had spoken the words, the class couldn't keep the other questions at bay. "Haben Sie wirklich ein Eisbär als Haustier?" One boy couldn't help but ask.

The North American nation blinked, wondering how they knew about Kuma, but then remembered that Prussia mentioned how much he talked about him, and that caused a warm feeling to erupt in his chest to know that those ramblings included his much-loved pet polar bear as well.

"Ja," he finally said and they immediately asked for pictures. While the blonde busied himself in checking his phone for pictures, off to the side Prussia was smiling to himself as he wrote the class objective for the day which was another surprise in itself. He decided to use his lover's visit to his advantage to start the class on figure studies. He'd give the class 5 more minutes of free time with the Western country and then the actual class would begin.

Of course, the students grumbled when he told them that, but when the time came, they obediently reigned in any other questions they might have had. While the children were busying themselves getting their sketchbooks and art supplies, Prussia slid over to his lover.

"You did great," he told the other before placing a kiss on a dainty hand, mindful of the young people in their vicinity. Besides it was totally worth it to see the pink dusting rounded cheeks which turned into a brilliant blush at the few snickers heard through the room. "Ready for the next part?"

After a few seconds of violet eyes fluttering about nervously, Canada agreed. It was a step out of his comfort zone for sure, but he was happy to help. In gratitude, Prussia pulled him in for a tight hug that was over a quick as it came and then turned to give the class the news.

"Heute, Klasse beginnen wir Figurenstudien." After the cheers died down, he continued on to the best part."Und Matthew werden unser Modell zu ziehen!" That received a lot of enthusiasm students, especially the females who were squealing in delight. A white eyebrow curiously at the last reaction, the strongest from a trio of blondes in the first row. He just might have to keep an eye on those three.

With a shrug he turned towards his lover to direct him where he would bit positioned. The albino had grabbed an unused stool from the back of the classroom, and placed it right in front of the class. He told Canada to sit in whichever way he felt most comfortable and then proceeded to give the class an introduction to figure studies. Today would only be working with a body outline and not the details, but the students were free to add whatever they wanted. It was art after all.

The Western country chose to sit regularly while Prussia explained body proportions to the students in that energetic way of his. He stared transfixed as pale hands gestured wildly, weaving an invisible picture for the children to follow. A fond broke across his face as he watched his lover interact with his students. It was clear that the crimson-eyed man was a beloved teacher and a sense of pride welled up in his chest, along with that familiar warmth that the shy nation began to associate with love.

Finally, Prussia wrapped up the last of the lesson and the students prepared themselves to stare at the exotic foreigner for the next half hour. When Canada received a nod, he changed his position, bringing up one foot to the stool and letting the other dangle. Not too difficult of a poise, but not too plain either. He decided to face forward to make it easier as well, but his eyes flit from object to object to keep his attention. (He found the 'Don't Forget to be Awesome' poster hilarious). He was vaguely aware of his pale lover moving to the side of him, but not far enough to catch a good look of him through his peripherals.

The half hour passed fairly quickly and soon Canada could let the leg drop and his shoulder sag. While Prussia walked around the room to view each child's work, the blonde used the time to stretch out his stiff muscles. He was in the process of massaging his thigh when he heard a small voice speak up from behind him, making him jump slightly.

"Es tut uns leid!" A young blonde apologized, a white sheet of paper clutched between her hands as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

"Es ist in Ordnung," Canada reassured her. "Hast du mir?" he asked politely, and was shocked when the paper was thrust in his hands. Gently he held the paper up to his face so he could see it.

It was her drawing of him...sort of. It was definitely his outline, even down to this lone curl on the side of his head, but there was two additions. One was the lightly draw swirls of wind which picked at the hair in the drawing, and the other was a pair of widely stretched wings. He could see the disproportion in the arms and the multiple erase marks around the wings, but it wasn't a bad sketch for 30 minutes of work.

The student had yet to utter a word and the North American nation realized she was patiently waiting for his input. "Das ist wunderbar. Danke."

A blush erupted on the female's face and she looked down shyly. "Sie können es halten, w-wenn Sie wollen."

Amethyst eyes blinked. She wanted him to keep it? "Sind Sie sicher?" he asked just to make sure, and received an enthusiastic nod in return. He smiled at the other and told her that he would keep it always. It was the truth, and he knew exactly where he would hang it up. The student blushed once more and skipped off to two other girls who were watching the scene with wide eyes. Giggles and whispers erupted before they were even out of the door.

"Was that my competition?" A voice spoke up behind him suddenly and this time Canada let out an 'eep' in shock. What was with people sneaking up behind him today? A familiar laugh of 'kesese' had him turning toward his lover with a pout.

"It's not that funny."

"No, no it's not," Prussia agreed and then pulled the other in close by the hips. "But it's what makes you mein awesome Vögelchen." The albino received a blush for the sappy words, the blonde most likely thinking back to the Thanksgiving Potluck when they first met.

Instead of continuing on with the embarrassing conversation Canada changed the subject. "I like your kids." That comment caused scarlet eyes to sparkle in joy.

"I knew you would. They're a handful sometimes, but they're good kids. Really talented too." Canada hummed in agreement, and Prussia continued. "They absolutely adored you." Prussia glanced down at the drawing still held gently in creamy hands." Maybe a little too much." The maple-loving nation gave the other a fond eye roll and a playful smack on the chest.

"Not that I blame them, of course," Prussia added, pulling the other in even closer so that their lips were only centimeters apart. "But don't forget whose taking you home and in who's arms you're gonna be."

Huffs of warm air could be left against his lips as Canada chuckled at his quoting of the song they first danced to while on the Valentine's Day weekend cruise. It was quite the magical night for the pair (as well as what happened right after), and almost as if to remind the blonde, pale lips pressed softly against his own. Without a seconds hesitation he returned the kiss. However, after a moment, the shy nation's brain cleared and he removed himself from the other, looking around the room nervously.

"I don't have another class today," Prussia read his mind and quelled his fears, rubbing circles at the base of the other's spine. Biting his lip, Canada nodded after a second of contemplation, and the albino drew him back in for a deeper kiss.

There was just something about kissing that they couldn't get enough of. Whether it was the taste or the texture of each other's lips, or just the fact that they could feel one another's emotions behind the kiss, they never wanted to stop the addicting action. Unfortunately, oxygen wasn't voluntary and they broke apart with a satisfied sigh.

Then Prussia broke the silence. "You know this table is really sturdy."

Canada lifted his head from where it rested on the other's chest and stared at the taller man in disbelief. "Really, Gil?"

"What?" the nationless albino said innocently. "It was just a observation." There was a few seconds pause. "It's also very wide. And the perfect height for-"

"Gilbert!"

"Doing paperwork." He paused and gave the other a leery grin. "What were you thinking, Vögelchen?"

The blonde's glare said that he didn't believe the seemingly random ramblings from the man at all, but it was negated by the bright blush on his cheeks.

Prussia decided to take pity on his lover and changed the subject. "Anyway, dirty minds aside." He received another smack in the chest for the comment, but he pushed on. "I have the rest of the day planned out for us, so prepare to be wooed." The pale man released his angel from his grasp after a comforting squeeze and went over to the aforementioned desk to pack up his own supplies in his messenger bag.

"Didn't you already 'woo' me?" the Western country pointed out as he fixed his appearance compulsively, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles and raking his fingers through blonde strands, very mindful of his erogenous lone curl.

"Why does the wooing have to stop?"

At the other's incredulous tone, Canada turned around to face his lover who stood there with white eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It was rather cute. "Well, I guess it doesn't. I mean, I thought that 'wooing' really only occurs in the early stages."

"Matthew...it doesn't have to stop. It won't stop while we're together." Prussia erased the distance between them and cupped the rounded cheek of the smaller man. He continued talking while staring deep into violet orbs. "I'll never stop trying to surprise you, trying to give you joy, to make you laugh, make you feel like the most awesome person in my life because you are. I'll never stop wooing you, okay? Ich liebe dich."

The North American nation felt a familiar burning sensation behind his eyes at the heartfelt words and blinked back tears. "Y-yeah, okay," the blonde agreed when he could finally speak. "Ich liebe dich auch." Prussia placed a loving kiss upon the other's lips and then on his forehead before shouldering his messenger bag and leading them both out of the classroom.

Just as they passed under the threshold of the doorway, to try and get rid of the thick emotional atmosphere the albino couldn't help but poke the bear once more. "You totally thought about the table though."

Canada shot his mouthy lover a half-hearted glare, but he didn't deny it.

(^w^)

BerlinKart was an indoor go-kart racing arena with 752 meters of sharp turns and harsh curves. Not to mention their two types of karts were both four stroke with a hydraulic brake system and 6.5-11 in horsepower, making anyone feel like a professional. People of all ages occupied the premises, helmets lodged under their arms and bug smiles on their faces as they chattered about their last race. There was a spectator's area with tables and chairs for people to eat and relax while enjoying the show. There was even...

"A bar? Really?" Canada asked as they passed many a people with mugs of Yeager, ale, or whatever suited their fancy. Prussia only shrugged as if this were a normal occurrence, and the Western country had to admit that it shouldn't have been so surprising. It was Berlin after all.

The pair of lovers had gone back to Prussia's studio apartment to change into more suitable clothing. Canada, having no clue where they were going, was only told durable jeans and sturdy shoes. Looking at their environment now, it all made sense to the blonde. Wide eyed, he followed his lover to the front desk to pay for their rides. After showing their driver's licenses (forged with their human names just like their passports), they decided on starting with the Sodi turn 10 minute with the Sodi Kart RX7 6.5 hp as a warm-up and a chance to get a feel for the track. They also paid for two other races, the Daytona Race with the same kart and then the Monaco Race with the Sodi Kart RT8 11 hp.

They walked towards the arena together, standing close by if only to hear each other talk over the revving of the engines and squealing tires. It was far from annoying though, in fact the atmosphere was quite exhilarating. It took them no time at all to choose a kart, number 1 for Prussia (no surprise there) and number 11 for Canada. When asked why he chose that number, the blonde just shot the other a mysterious smile. The topic was soon forgotten as they slipped on their balaclavas that would rest under their helmets and then the actual helmets.

Turns out the warm-up wasn't needed since they found out rather quickly that the karts were electric and therefore didn't need to switch gears or work the clutch. So the pair used the time to just learn the track and goof off together. There was one point in time where their shenanigans led to an overturned barrier and a very disgruntled safety coordinator. Before they could get kicked out of the arena before the fun really began, they decided to take a break before the Daytona Race.

Canada went off to the bathroom and left the other to order a snack. As he washed his hands, the blonde couldn't help but smile to himself, this day was going to be great, he could feel it. The smile stayed upon his face the whole time drying his hands, and walking back towards the concessions area where his lover would be deciding on what would be best on their stomachs before the race. It even stayed on when he saw that his lover was not in line or even sitting at a table, but off to the side standing close with a beautiful brunette whose sweat suit did nothing to hide all of her curves.

Wait...

What?

The smile, seemingly frozen to his face, never slipped, but his mind was a jumble of emotions. Questions hurled around the quiet nation's head at lightning speed, each one more more distressing than the last. Who was she? Am old flame? Were they reconnecting? W-were they never apart? Was he cheat-

Canada took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he worked himself into a (bigger) panic. Surely there was a reasonable explanation for all of it. There was no reason (just yet) to jump to conclusions, and the blonde had already overreacted once in front of the albino, it wouldn't do any good for it to be done again without the full story this time.

So with those words of self-encouragement in his mind, and the smile that didn't seem to be going anywhere, he made his way over the laughing duo. He was maybe a few meters away when Prussia caught sight of him and gave the shy nation that boyish smile that he loved so much. His heart slowly made its way out of his stomach at the expression full of love, and suddenly he felt quite foolish. What had he been thinking? Of course Prussia, would never cheat on him. Their love was stronger than a voluptuous body and long legs and hazel eyes and a pure white smile and...dammit she was gorgeous.

However, just as the shy nation was about to throw himself deeper into his self-depreciating thoughts, Prussia's next words were thrown to him like a lifeline.

"There you are, I'm so glad you got here in time. I'd like you to meet my coworker, Anna. Anna," he said, but his eyes were solely for his lover as he grasped a creamy hand. "This is my angel, mein liebe, Matthew."

A true bright smile spread across his face at the words and an equally bright blush followed soon after. It really wasn't fair how the other could turn him into a pile of goo with just a few short words. Having nothing to say (and honestly just looking for an excuse to do so anyway) he reciprocated the affectionate words with an equally affectionate kiss.

"Smooth Talker," Canada murmured when they broke apart, causing the other to grin.

"No, I'm just awesome like that."

The blonde rolled his eyes fondly, the action bringing attention to the stoic brunette that was forgotten in their merriment. The North American nation shot the female an apologetic look. "I apologize for our behavior. Gil, simply does not understand the concept of private moments," he said, despite being the one who initiated the kiss in the first place. Although, if you really wanted to get technical, Prussia made it nearly impossible not to with those heart-stopping words he was throwing around.

"Gil," Anna mused softly, almost as if to herself, but Canada didn't have time to analyze the action because at that moment his lover was slinging an arm over his shoulder and whispering into his ear in a stage whisper.

"Private moments? Now, Matthew that's not what you said that night in the Jacu-"

The albino was cut off by a surprisingly sharp elbow in his ribs. "Ow!"

Canada snorted, he didn't strike the other that hard (in his opinion). He turn to apologize once more for their behavior, but the words stopped dead in his throat when he caught sight of the stare...no, the glare being directed at the muscled arm slung over his shoulder.

Oh.

Oh.

"Anna, was it? The blonde's tone had changed to one step down from diabetes-inducing sweet, and yet, his face remained as angelic ad his lover claimed him to be. "You're Gil's coworker?" he said, hand trailing faintly up and down the arm that was draped over him like the finest shawl. He bit back a smug smile as the brunette followed the action for a second before snapping herself out of it, and staring down (yes, down. She was a freaking amazon with a model's body) into amethyst eyes. However, the Western country was not to be intimidated, so he stared right back.

"Yes," she spoke at normal volume, and her voice was like husky silk. Well, damn.

"Teacher?"

"Of English." Were her only words, not that the Canada needed more. It explained why his lover had introduced them in English in the first place.

"Well, that's great," he said, and then continued after deciding that she wasn't worth any more attention. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Anna, but Gil and I have a race that's starting soo-"

"Oh hey, are you racing?" Prussia, who had been put in a trance by the blonde's teasing touches, had jumped back into the conversation, completely missing the look of annoyance from his lover and one of triumph from his coworker.

"Why yes, actually. The Daytona with the RX7 and the Monaco with the RT8," Anna said, straightening her shoulders and...did she just puff out her chest?

"No way! So are we," the albino smiled widely.

"That's amazing," the brunette said stepping closer, and yeah there was definitely a more perky appearance to her chest.

"And so convenient," Canada muttered under his breath, but the soft words weren't heard by his lover and were ignored by the tigress stalking her prey.

"Let's go over there together," Anna suggested and Prussia agreed, much to the blonde's chagrin.

Although right afterwards he did turn towards his angel and asked if he minded. Not wanting to spoil the party, Canada agreed as well and with a beaming smile, the albino guided them all back into the arena, his arm never leaving its perch on the maple-loving nation's shoulder. The newly formed trio walked into the arena like the owned the place, and it didn't take long before they found their previous karts and got settled in. Just before they threw back on their helmets, a few choice words were exchanged.

"See you in the winner's circle," Anna said in confident German-accented English, and Canada couldn't help but retort.

"May the best man win."

(^w^)

The North American nation stared at the decreasing distance between the two with barely controlled rage in his eyes in his violet eyes. The brunette was using every trick in the book to get closer to his lover, and he was getting sick of it. He tried to shake it off, but it kept happening! The only reason he wasn't going full possessive lover and growling at the female to back off, was that Prussia didn't seem to be paying the advances any mind. However, that in itself also made the blonde mad. The albino was just sitting there and letting it all happen!

With a huff, Canada turned back to his soft pretzel. They had finally taken that snack brake after the Monaco Race. Anna had won both races by a landslide, a shock to everyone in the arena. Who knew the bombshell had the skills to back up her words? As much as it killed him to admit it, the teacher was good. If it wasn't for the fact that she was hanging all over his lover then maybe they could have been friends. But she was, and the shy nation was a step away from seeing how well cheese stuck to her silky locks (It was childish, yes, but she started it). He was comparing the stickiness of various condiments around him when the albino's voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"Isn't that right, Vögelchen?"

"Hmm?" Canada noticed the pout on the other's face and mentally berated himself. "I'm sorry, Gil. What was that?" he trained his full attention on his lover and gave him his best smile as an apology.

"I was saying that you taught me how to ice skate. He's awesome," Prussia told his coworker who smiled and nodded in all the right places, but the smile was a little strained.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Anna told them after a moment and Canada ignored her while his lover nodded.

Once the female was out of earshot, the blonde turned fully towards the nationless albino. "I think it's time we leave."

Immediately concerned eyes swept over his person. "Are you alright?" Prussia asked, and that comment just made the ire in him burn brighter.

"No, I just...can we leave, please?" the Western country pleaded, he wanted to be far away from this place. Far away from his insecurities.

"O-okay," the taller man said hesitantly. "Let me just tell Anna-"

"NO!" Prussia flinched as if he was struck and guilt pooled in the blonde's stomach. He didn't mean to shout, but just the mention of the brunette's name had rage swelling up inside him. "Fine, just...text her or something. I-I want to leave now."

Not trusting himself to speak with his lover in such a volatile mood, the pale man only nodded and stood up. The walk was silent back to the garage where Prussia's motorcycle was parked. It continued through the drive home, and although that was mainly due to the fact that the helmets blocked a lot of sound, there was an almost tangible tension between them, and that just mad Canada feel even worse. The silence lasted all the way until the pair entered the studio apartment and they stood amidst the furniture in the living room.

"Was it the go-karts? Did you not like it?"

For a moment, Canada could do nothing but stare in disbelief. Go-karts? The other thought he was upset about go-karts? Was his lover truly so blind? He wanted to brush it off, to pretend like the afternoon had never even happened, but he couldn't. He had to know.

"Did you really not notice?" the blonde asked quietly in a controlled voice, violet eyes trained on the other.

"Notice what?"

"Anna!" Canada nearly started shouting again, control thrown out of the window in seconds. "She was all over you!"

White eyebrows furrowed and a frown appeared on his face. "What? No, she's just my coworker."

"A coworker who wouldn't mind taking a ride on your dick," he pointed out bluntly, and if it wasn't for the fact that he was so agitated, then he would have laughed at the wide-eyed look of shock on his lover's face. Just because he didn't use foul language often, didn't mean he couldn't.

When no articulate words came from the other's mouth the blonde continued, counting off the afternoon's events on his fingers. "She wouldn't leave your side. She kept touching you. She flipped her hair, pushed out her chest and giggled more times than I could even count. It was so painfully obvious she was flirting with you, and you...you did nothing!"

"I didn't realize!" Prussia raised his voice over the smaller man's.

"How could you not?!" Canada's voice rose even higher. "You're saying that you had this beautiful woman with curves in all the right places hanging off of you, and you didn't notice? Was that just an everyday occurrence for you before we started dating? Is that it?" His voice started to break as his throat constricted at a exponential rate. "Or was it me?" His voice was low with a watery edge, and with his eyes lowered to the living room's coffee table when he continued. "Maybe, I was the problem. M-maybe our relationship isn't worth as much as I thou-"

"Stop talking."

Immediately the North American nation's mouth closed with an audible snap, and his gaze jerked back up towards the other. He had never heard such a hard tone directed at him before, especially from the pale man. The crimson orbs were hidden behind clenched eyelids, but after a moment they opened and an inferno stared back at him.

"I can't believe you-" Prussia cut himself off and took a deep calming breath. "Don't you ever say something like that again," he ordered, his face twisted in hurt and pain from the other's words. "How could you think that I would willingly-" He couldn't even finish the sentence. The albino started pacing, his mouth opening with a deep breath as if he was about to talk, but then he would deflate and shake his head in anger. He raked his fingers through his hair almost manically.

Cringing, Canada realized that he made a mistake of letting his insecurities get in the way of his relationship once more. "Gilber-"'

"No," the other cut him off, the hard glint still in his eyes. "You've said your piece, now it's my turn." His turn wasn't for a few more moments as he got his thoughts together and the blonde obediently stayed quiet all the while.

"First, I wasn't really paying attention to her or whatever she was doing this afternoon because I was focused more on you. It was our date after all, and while I normally wouldn't have let someone intrude, I wanted you to meet someone else from my new life. I wanted to show you off," Prussia admitted. "Second, you're right, Anna is a beautiful woman and I won't lie and say that I never noticed, but why would I go after her when I have you? She's nothing compared to you. You're the most gorgeous person I had ever set my eyes on."

Canada couldn't help it, a disbelieving snort came unbidden from his mouth. It was just such a ridiculous notion that he could be more beautiful than the centerfold worthy brunette. There was no way that Prussia meant those words. Not seriously.

"You don't believe me, do you?" The albino's voice reached him and brought him out of his self-depressing thoughts. Their gazes locked and Canada watched as the other's eyes softened.

"Oh, Matthew." Prussia's shoulders sagged in defeat and he couldn't hold back the pity in his tone once he finally figured out where the blonde's previous hostility was coming from. "Of course, I think...I know you're beautiful. You...if only you could see yourself through my eyes. The angel I see whenever I see yo-"

Scarlet eyes widened when he remembered that there was a way. "Wait, here for a second," he told the other and rushed to the back of his apartment.

Shocked and confused, the Western country stood alone in the living room until a few seconds later when his lover came back with a sketchpad. Breathless, the taller man flipped through the pages sloppily until he found the one he wanted.

"I've been working on this for a while," Prussia said before placing the book into the other's hands.

Even more shocked and confused than before, Canada looked down and took in the drawing of...him? He adjusted his glasses to get a better look, and familiar amethyst eyes stared back at him, magnified by its own pair of glasses that it wore. Yes, it was definitely him. A blush rose to his face as he took in the rest of the picture. His creamy skin was bared for all to see expect for a ribbon of silk to cover his nether regions, and a coy smile rested on his lips. What the blonde previously thought to be a bed as the backdrop turned out to be huge wings. The fluffy-looking feathers framed his body perfectly. The picture as a whole radiated innocence with a hint of sexiness as impossible as that sounded.

The picture was beautiful...Canada was beautiful.

"That's how I see you," Prussia's voice broke through his lover's inflection, but the North American nation kept his gaze on the drawing. "Mein beautiful, sweet, funny, smart, sexy angel that I love so very much. Matthew, I would be crazy to choose someone else over you."

That was the finally push to break the levee and bring tears to his eyes because that was the blonde's ultimate concern, wasn't it? The pesky one weighing on his mind since they had first began dating? He had to know that if the albino had a choice, between any woman or man in the world and little ole him, would he still pick him?

Well, his lover just answered.

Canada tried in vain to wipe away the tears but more fell in their place, so he gave up and just set the sketchbook down on the coffee table and buried his face in his hands, the sobs seemingly unending. There was a rustle of fabric and then a moment later muscled arms slid around him slowly. With a hiccup, the smaller man let himself be pulled into the albino's embrace and just be drowned in love.

The pair stood in the living room like that for a while with Canada repeatedly mumbling 'I'm sorry' into the other's chest, and Prussia repeatedly forgiving him instantly. Finally, after the sobs subsided, they broke apart and the pale man gave some Kleenex to the other to wipe away the tears and snot that had accumulated while he cried. And as the blonde used more to blow his nose rather nosily, Prussia had to admit that even with red-rimmed eyes and an equally red nose, his angel was still beautiful.

"I'm sorry," Canada apologized once more as he threw away the dirtied tissues. "I'm s-so sorry I doubted you."

"You're already forgiven, Vögelchen," the albino didn't even hesitate.

"I ruined our date."

"No, you didn't. If anything you just reaffirmed my feelings for you."

"You think I'm beautiful," the shy nation stated more than asked, with just a bit of awe in his tone.

"Matthew," Prussia said giving the other that boyish smile that made the blonde's heart do somersaults inside his body. "I know you're beautiful." When he saw violet eyes threatening to unleash more tears, he steered the conversation into a new direction. "Enough with that," he chided softly. "I still have more planned for this evening."

"More?" Canada echoed.

"Oh yeah, I'm cooking you an authentic German dinner: Spätzle and Wurst," the albino said proudly as he made his made slowly to his kitchenette. After one step he felt a tug on his shirt sleeve and he stopped, turning to see what the other wanted. What he saw nearly broke his heart as much as their conversation had.

Canada had leaned forward, then stopped and bit his lip, his eyes fluttering nervously. The taller man wanted to just drag him in for a kiss, but no, the other had to did this on his own, so he stood still as the blonde tried once time he leaned forward with stuttering steps until finally pink lips landed on his. It was barely a kiss, more a brush of each other's lips than anything else, but it was a start. The next kiss was less hesitant and longer once Canada realized the albino wasn't running away (honestly, he had the most ridiculous fears), and so he kissed him again and again, until that familiar warmth returned to his chest and his lover was kissing him back with just as much vigor.

"I love you," the Western country whispered against the other's lips when their kissing fest ended. And he did love the other. Wholly, blindly, irrevocably, and exclusively. However, with his insecurities, it would just break his heart if he ever found out that the other didn't love him bac-

"I love you too."

Well, that was that.

(^w^)

Prussia's cooking time had turned into Canada and Prussia's cooking time. The maple-loving nation had wanted to help out in the kitchenette and try his hand at German cuisine, so together the two of them chopped, diced, and cut their way through various ingredients to make their dinner.

As another surprise, while the blonde was still in the kitchen watching over the cooking dish, Prussia had littered the living room with candles, setting up a romantic atmosphere. He was glad he did a moment after they sat down on the plush shag carpet to eat because the candle light highlighted everything he loved about his angel. The silky blonde strands, the glittering amethyst eyes, the adorable nose, the sweet smile, the creamy skin, the...well, everything. Prussia loved every inch of the other, head to toe.

The Spätzle and Wurst turned out great in the pair's opinion. There was barely any conversation since their mouths were too busy being filled with delicious food. But that was okay because Canada loved the view. The candle was an excellent idea and he applauded his lover for a moment before going back to watching the pale man. The candlelight accented everything he loved about the nationless albino. The wild white locks, the laughing crimson eyes, the sexy smirk, the strong jawline, the porcelain skin, the...well, everything. Canada loved every inch of the other, head to toe. Just looking at him made those feelings come out, and he was one step away from christening his unused bed that Prussia bought him. Hmmm, yeah, now there was a thought.

His less than innocent thoughts were interrupted by the Lonely Island's 'Everything is Awesome." True to his word, the albino had made the song his anthem/ringtone. Apologizing, Prussia took out his phone and paused, a frown appearing on his face.

"It's Anna." The blonde's previous rage was gone from hearing her name, leaving annoyance in its wake. It must have shown on his face because immediately he made to dismiss the call. "I won't answer-"

"No, it's alright. She's probably just worried about you."

The frown didn't leave, but he followed his lover's words and accepted the call. "Hey, Anna I...he's right here...um...maybe, one second." Prussia covered the speakers. "She wants to talk to you."

To say Canada was surprised would be an understatement, but he nodded his agreement and accepted the phone from his lover's outstretched hand. "Hello?" he spoke, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Prussia gather their empty plates to the kitchenette to clean, giving the blonde some space.

"Matthew." That husky silk was directly in his ear, a little more than annoying now and steadily growing until she continued. "I just wanted to let you know that I give up. He's all yours."

"There was never a competition," Canada immediately responded and he could practically see her raising a perfectly arched eyebrow in disbelief, so he continued firmly. "And he was always mine." And always will be, he added in his mind. The shy nation could say that with confidence now. After the intense dismissal of his lover ever leaving him for another, there was no doubt left in his mind.

A very unladylike snort came from the other and it shocked the blonde so much, he almost missed her next words. "Don't I know it. You'd have to be blind to miss his love for you."

The blonde nation heart nearly stopped. "What?" he asked softly.

"What do you mean, what? The guy's madly in love with you. Didn't you notice that no matter what I did or said he still asked for your input or opinion? That the closer I got to him, he was just as close to you? How for each of my achievements he told two of yours?"

No, Canada realized, he never noticed. He was too busy being controlled by the green-eyed monster.

"He only had eyes for you," Anna finished, and that just made the earlier situation worse. Prussia had planned out an afternoon for the two of them and how did he respond? By ignoring the other and butting heads with his coworker who apparently didn't even register on his radar. Guilt pooled in his stomach as well as the need to just curl up into bed with the nationless albino and share kisses until sleep finally claimed them. Yeah, that sounded like a much better alternative, the blonde thought and suddenly, it hurt to be this far away from his lover's side.

Almost as if she could read his mind, Anna waved him away. "Anyway, I've said what I wanted to. I'm not going to apologize for trying to go after what I want, but I have no intentions of trying to claim the unclaimable, so go on and be with him. You have my blessing." The words were said teasingly to break the awkward ice between them. "He's a great guy, truly, and I could practically see his love for you coming off from him in waves all afternoon. It was almost sickening," she added as an afterthought to herself with another snort, and suddenly to Canada she was just another (admittedly drop dead gorgeous) person with the same love problems and insecurities as everyone else.

Canada was about to take her advice. He was oh-so-close to hanging up and running into the kitchenette where his lover was cleaning the dishes and forget all about the shameless female, but his conscience stopped him. So with a barely audible sigh he spoke. "I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Matthew. Nice to meet you."

For a moment, the line was silent until sporadic giggles drifted through, shocking the blonde once more. "You really are an angel," she told him when she got herself under control. "I'm Anna. Nice to meet you too."

The Western country wasn't sure what the female meant by the angel comment, but he was happy that they could start anew. They were both apart of Prussia's life, so they might as well get along. After all, Canada couldn't see the albino quitting his job, nor would the blonde ever part with his lover, so they might as well make an attempt to be friendly.

"Okay, now go," the brunette said with laughter in her tone. "Your man is waiting for you. My broken heart will survive."

"Okay, I will. Thank you." There was a mutter of 'freakin' angel' from the female before they both exchanged goodbyes and hung up, leaving Canada to stare at the phone with a small smile on his face until his lover returned.

"Is everything okay?" Prussia asked as he toweled his hands dry.

"Yeah," Canada said and then cleared his throat. "Better than okay, I think."

"Oh really?" the albino smirked and the blonde had a feeling he wouldn't like whatever came out of the other's mouth next. "So you're besties now with my coworker who, what did you say?" Canada's face started to burn as he remembered the words his mouth spewed while he was in a jealous rage. "Oh yes," Prussia continued, loving the embarrassment from the smaller man. "'who wouldn't mind taking a ride my dick.'"

Canada buried his reddened face into his hands with a groan. He was never going to hear the end of that.

"I'm just messing with you, Vögelchen. Anyway, speaking of dicks-"

"Oh Maple, please don't continue."

"While you were sitting there looking so irresistible eating my German sausage-"

"Really, Gil?!" Canada stood up, trying to be angry and appalled at the innuendo, but it was impossible to keep the smiles at bay.

"I couldn't help but remember that you never did sleep on the bed I bought for you, did you?" Prussia drawled, casting a leering grin at the other. His eyes darted between his lover and the noren curtain hiding the bed in question, stepping just a bit closer to the blonde.

"Is that so?" Canada played along, taking a step back towards his room.

"Yes, it's a shame, truly." The albino took another step forward.

"Truly?" The blonde countered with another step back.

"Oh yes, it was the Tempur-Pedic's Cloud mattress, the softest I could find." Step forward.

"Wow, now I feel guilty that I haven't used it." Step back.

"Well, we can remedy that easily." Step.

"Easily? Oh no," Canada smiled coyly at the other. "You have to catch me first." Quickly the blonde turned to run inside his room, his chime-like laughter trailing behind him.

With a grin, Prussia followed.

(^w^)

The bed really did feel like they were laying on a cloud, and the sheets felt especially heavenly against their bare skin. The pair of lovers lay together with content smiles on their faces and satisfaction in their bones. It had been two months too long for them to be apart, and after Canada's visit was over who knew when the next meeting would be between Prussia's new job and world affairs? And then there was the quiet nation's impromptu trip that he called the other about a few weeks ago.

"I'm going to miss you," the albino said into blonde strands. The warmth of the other's breath sent shivers down his spine and Canada snuggled deeper into the taller man's side.

"I am too, but I'm here now, so let's make the most of it."

"Round 2, already?" Prussia joked, and he felt the other's huffs of laughter against his chest.

"You know what I meant. Although, I have no idea how long we are going to be there."

"But you're excited." It was an observation, not a question.

"Yeah, I am," Canada admitted. "France invited me. Alfred and the others too, but he called me personally." The angelic nation was beaming at the recognition he was developing with other countries. Just last month, China sent him homemade Yuanxiao to celebrate the last day of the Lunar New Year's Spring Festival.

"I'm happy that you're happy," Prussia told him, kissing the top of his head for good measure.

"I'll be back to you as soon as I can."

"And when you get back, you have to tell me all about France's crockpot idea. Where did you say you were going again?"

"Over to Japan's. There's a school there that has a Host club, and France wants us to participate in it."

"What's a Host club?"

"I don't really know, but it's sure to be an adventure," the blonde said, his finger drawing random patterns on his lover's chest.

"I'm sure you'll have fun," the albino said, his voice becoming a bit breathless from the others ministrations.

"Not as much fun as I'm having now," the shy nation murmured, his hands trailing lower.

Prussia groaned into the open air, the sensations reawakening his member down below. "Round 2?" he asked in no more than a whisper.

Canada peered up at the other through his lashes. "Round 2," he affirmed heatedly.

As his lover pulled him in for a soul stealing kiss, the blonde couldn't help but think how funny it all was. Most people spend their whole lives searching for that one special person to be with. They search high and low, register with dating websites, even go on blind dates in hope that the next person they meet will be 'The One' and still they never find them. And yet for them all it took was an unwanted invitation.

They'd have to thank America one of these days.

*Sorry if the German translations are wrong. I took Spanish in high school (which I'm so regretting now). I'd laso like to think that Prussia is in the dark about Host/Hostess clubs because let's face it, he wouldn't even need to pay for companionship.

I was originally going to make Anna an old flame, but the end result would have been worse than a few shouted words (so your welcome!). Also Canada seems like the type of person who is quick to forgive, so I couldn't have Anna be the Wicked Witch for long and I made them to at least be amiable towards one another.

So yeah, this is officially the end. Word to my readers, I have a Make or Brake Exam for my career next week and I won't be able to work on stories until the stress dies down, so don't expect an update for Familar or HHC until next month. Sorry, Chick-a-dees, but writings stories doesn't pay the bills...yet

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