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Chapter 1: Epic Chair Pwn

This isn't going to end well, Prussia thought. The meeting today was chaotic as usual, Romano cursing everyone for even existing, Britain and France yelling at each other, America shouting above how he was the hero and how he need more Big Macs, Italy clinging to Germany, and Germany of course desperately trying to restore order. I get out of bed for this….Prussia again scanned the room at the scene before him. Then a small figure caught his eye. Sitting between England and France's verbal battlefield was poor Canada, shyly trying to cover their shouting with his hands and avoiding the airborne spit. Poor Canada, no one ever notices him. I wonder why? Just as the thought crossed his mind, the battle between France and England elevated to a physical battle. England dived for France's neck, aiming to choke out the annoying Frenchman for calling his cooking "cruel and unusual punishment". France then grabbed a chair and crashed it down on England's body…..or so he thought. The wooden chair hit its victim with a horrible crackle, sending splinters everywhere. The room was instantly quieted. All eyes where on the left side of the table. Looking up, Prussia sent a glare to both France and Britain, bits of the chair falling from his back. He removed his arms off of Canada who was still in shock of what just happened. Prussia? The small blonde looked up into the crimson eyes above him. "Are you okay?" Prussia asked the wide-eyed Canadian. All he could do was nod in response. Prussia sent him a quick smirk and a nod, before returning an icy glare to the other two who were just staring.

"Ah, mon ami, I'm sorry I didn't see you I-"

"Shut up. Save it for someone who cares. If the awesome me hadn't moved in time, Canada would have a serious back injury."

"Who?"

"Argh, Canada!"

And with that said, Prussia stormed out of the meeting room leaving everyone puzzled…Who was Canada?

As Prussia made his way down the hall, his back was still in pain from the "unawsome assault" of the chair. Just as he rounded the corner, he felt a small tug on the back of his shirt. If its either France or England I swear I'll set fire to their houses. That's why he was surprised to see a very meek Canada standing before him.

"A-are y-you okay?"

Prussia could tell it took all of the Canadian's courage to come to him and on top of that talk to him. A cocky grin instantly was plastered on his face as he replied, "Ja! The AWSOME ME would never be PWND by a lame ass chair!"

Canada smiled, happy that the other wasn't hurt. As Prussia turned his back to him, he noticed spots of red spotting the back of this shirt.

"Ah! Y-you are b-bleeding!"

"Hmmm?"

Prussia strained to see his back, but to no avail. His back did sting…

"There should a-a first aid k-kit in the restroom…" Canada looked up at the silverette, already bracing to be laughed at. Much to his surprise Prussia walked into the restroom. Canada quickly followed him, wanting to help the Prussian who had saved him in anyway possible.

The bathroom as rather cold to the now shirtless albino. He inspected the back of his shirt, and to his anger found not only blood, but small holes as well. That was so unawsome!!! He had just gotten this shirt too! Trying to calm himself he looked over at Canada who already opened the first-aid kit and was searching for some bandages.

"You know I could so this myself….except I can't reach behind my back."

Canada suddenly felt bad a quick shudder going through his small frame. I'm so stupid! I didn't even ask him if we wanted help! I think I insulted him! Omg what do I do? Should I leave? If I leave, it would seem rude. What do I do? What do I do? The whole time he was having his inner conflict he was standing still, hands clenched around a roll of gauze and a package of sterilizer.

"Uh….hey…..Canada are you okay? Helllooooo"

Prussia waved his hands in front of the other's face. No response.

"Yo Canada? Hellloooo? Earth to Canada….."

Still nothing. This guy is weird. Prussia then grinned as he got an idea. He got close to Canada's ear and blew into it. This instantly sent Canada into a quick yelp and jump. Prussia laughed at this response. Canada looked at him, a small pout on his face.

"What was that for? Why did you blow into my ear!?"

"Ahh come on I didn't mean any harm by it. Its just that you just standing there like a certified space cadet."

At this Canada giggled. Prussia quirked an eyebrow at the younger boy. Yet again this guy is kinda wiered……But his smile is so…so……cute. It was at this moment that Prussia decided to do anything to make the other nation smile. He desirves it. For all the crap he goes through……Kesesese! And I'm the only one awesome enough to do it! He then leaned against the wall, completely forgetting about his injury. Upon contact with the cold tile he jolted forward, a sharp sting emanating from his back. Canada saw this and quickly proceeded to clean the wound and wrap it up. As he passed the bandage over the Prussian's chest he felt the other shudder softly.

"A-are you okay? I-I didn't mean to hurt you…if I did."

"Eh?"

Prussia was glad that the blonde couldn't see his face. As he was sure there was a slight blush creeping up onto his face.

"I'm fine. Its…..just…uh….cold in here."

Nice save, he thought. Canada finished tending to the wound and looked at the other's shirt.

"Um, I don't think you an wear that. Its kinda bloody and it has a hole….I….I can sew it f-for you…I-if you want.."

The Prussian stared in surprise at the offer. He could just throw the shirt away, but the way Canada had just offered to fix it he couldn't say no. Not when he looked all shy and cute like that.

"Uh, sure. If its not a hassle or any thing."

"Okay."

Canada again smiled that smile that would make Prussia's stomach flutter nervously. Then a thought occurred to Canada.

"Um well since you can't were this anymore, I'll lend you my sweater so you don't get cold."

"What's wrong with me being shirtless? Am I not awesome enough to go without one?"

This time it was Canada's turn to blush nervously.

"N-no, that's not what I meant!"

"I'm just teasing you, Vögelchen."

"Vögelchen?"

"Yeah. It means 'little bird' in German."

Canada flushed at the nickname and looked down at the floor nervously and then proceeded to remove his sweatshirt. As he pulled it up over his head, his t-shirt rode up with it, revealing his pale white stomach. Prussia had to bite back a moan at the sight before him. Canada then handed him his red sweater shyly, looking down the whole time. Prussia took it and put it on, Canada's scent of warm maple syrup filled his senses. He smells good… Canada then replaced everything into the kit and put it away. As he was about to make is exit, he caught Prussia's eye and the other quickly said, "Oi! Where are you going? I didn't get to say thanks or anything. Well thanks for helping me out and…if anyone bothers you again, you come and tell me, okay Canada?"

Canada couldn't believe what he had heard. Not only did someone actually remember his name but had even offered their friendship to the forgotten country.

"O-okay. And thank you for saving me form the chair. To be honest no one has ever done that for me, let alone remember my name…"

Prussia frowned as he heard those words. How could anyone forget someone exists? That was so unawsome. Especially when that person was so nice and adorable. Plus he smells like a breakfast I could only dream of, who wouldn't want him around 24/7?

"Well the awesome me never forgets anyone! Kesesese! I got an idea! Why don't we hang out after this? That is if you don't have anything to do.."

Canada's face lit up and he eagerly replied, "O-of course! That sounds like fun!" He was so excited that someone, especially someone like Prussia, decided to be his friend and even invite him out. The two left the bathroom to return to the meeting room, where much of their surprise, everyone was quiet. As they entered, all eyes were on them. Prussia was still a little ticked at the pervious antics that had occurred earlier and angrily pulled out his seat and forcefully sat down. Germany looked concerned and whispered, "Bruder, are you okay?"

Prussia looked at his brother and said, "I'm fine West. I think Imma get outta here though. You know I hate these meetings. Is that okay?"

Germany was caught off guard by his older brother's subtlety and said, "Sure, bruder. We are almost done anyways."

With that Prussia left the meeting room quietly, well almost quietly. As he approached the door, he asked, "You wanna come with, Canada?"

Canada quickly got up and walked out and into the hallway, leaving Prussia holding the door. Prussia then turned back and glared one last time at France and Britain and slammed the door with all his strength. With that, his grin was once again on his face as he looked over at Canada, who was in shock at what had happened.

"So Vögelchen, what do ya want to do?"

Canada blushed once again at the name and looked up at the crimson eyed Prussian and happily smiled.

"Um…..well… the arcade is open and they just got that game that America is always talking about.."

"Oi! I know that one is called House of the Dead! Awesome game! I once stayed up playing it at Japan's house. We got through the first half but then he fell asleep and I finished it by myself. Kesesese! You'd think that a country who makes video games would be a hardcore gamer, but apparently Japan isn't one of them."

The two made their way to the parking lot. Then Prussia suddenly remembered something. He didn't have a car. Well, scratch that, he technically had a car, but wasn't allowed to drive on account that Prussia strongly believed that "the law isn't awesome enough for me" and almost always received tickets whenever keys were placed in his hands. Prussia looked at the other nervously, hoping that he would have brought his own car to the meeting. Canada, sensing the awkward air, turned to Prussia and quietly asked, "Um…Prussia you don't have a car, do you?"

Prussia turned to Canada with a smile that only be described as the same type of smile a small child would give their parents when they get caught taking cookies from the cookie jar. He just kept awkwardly smiling, and finally said, "Um……West has the keys….."

"Oh. Then we can take mine. I just got in back from the shop a little while ago. It needed new seats after Kumichi threw a temper tantrum and clawed my seats."

With that said Canada turned off the alarm on his car with the classic beep beep. Prussia was speechless as he stared at the Mazda Rx7 that was revealed as Canada's car. Aren't those import cars from Japan? Like waaaaay expensive ones too. Then Prussia asked, "Kumichi?"

"Oh yeah. He he. He is my pet polar bear."

Canada had a cheeky smile as he walked to his car, leaving Prussia to WTF(0__o) by himself. A polar bear as a pet? The only pet West would let me have is Gilbird, and even at that he still makes a fuss over the little guy. Prussia reached the car and let himself into the passenger's seat. The leather felt cool around him as he buckled his seat beat (unwillingly because he felt like the car was trying to trap him inside forever. He never got used to feel of them.) and with that the car was put in reverse and headed toward their destination.

So this is my first fanfic so I'm not sure if its good. =^w^= Please Read and Review, but you don't have to if you don't want to. =' w '= Reviews will lead to more chapters.