If One Would... (PruCan)

If One Would...

No one recognizes me... No one knows who I am... But if just one would...

Canada sat at the end of the hall, listening to the other countries yell at each other, and waiting for them to notice him-- but he knew they never would.

  For some reason, he found his eyes drawn to a certain albino ex-nation. Prussia. He allowed himself this one time to loose himself in his thoughts, about what would happen if one day people started noticing him, if one day, that one person he really wanted to notice him would.

  He was so intent in his thoughts that he didn't realize that the meeting had ended and he was still staring at the Germanic nation.

  Then, something rare happened. One of his fellow countries approached him.

  "Mon amour? Is something wrong?" asked France.

  "Ah! Papa! I'm sorry! No, nothing's wrong. I was just... Thinking..." the Canadian replied quietly, the way he always talked. Everything about the blonde said 'quiet' and 'shy'.

  "I noticed you were staring at Prussia... Why?"

  Canada blushed. "N-no reason! I was just lost in thought!" he stammered. France gave him a knowing look.

  "Do you like him, by any chance?"

  "N-Non!" Canada stammered, blushing deeper. "I-I have to go, papa... Au revoir!" With that, he gathered his stuff and fled the room.

  ---

"I don't like him! ... Do I?" he said to himself, as he was getting his favorite meal ready-- pancakes with real maple syrup (not that fake stuff America liked). Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door, followed by the doorbell ringing, then another knock.

  "Mon dieu, who could that be? And what could be so important?" Wiping his hands on a dish towel, Canada went to go open the door. Much to his surprise, Prussia stood there, his hand raised as though he were about to knock again.

  "Oh... Hallo, Canada," the albino said. "Can I come in?"

  "Eh? Oh! Um, oui. Oui, you can come in." He stood aside to let the taller nation in.

  "Danke."

  They stood in the front hall in awkward silence for a while before Canada cleared his throat and spoke up again. "U-um, I'm making pancakes... Would you like some?"

  "Ja, I vould like some pancakes... Danke again..."

  "Da rien," replied Canada, and went back into the kitchen to finish making the pancakes.

  ---

The two nations sat around Canada's kitchen table eating pancakes.

  "So... I noticed you vere staring at me during ze meeting earlier... Why?" Prussia broke the silence. Canada blushed.

  "Um... Well, I hadn't seen you at a meeting before, s-so... I didn't know who you were..." he mumbled.

  "Oh. I am Germany's älteren Bruder." Seeing Canada's blank look, he corrected himself. "I'm Germany's older brother."

  "Oh!"

  "Ja. I've only been to a few meetings because I'm not 'technically' a nation anymore. But ze awesome me is just too awesome for ze map to handle! Also, I'm an awesome micronation now!"  

Canada smiled at the albino's mini-rant and overuse of the word 'awesome'. Prussia grinned back.  

"Oh, France thinks zat you might have a crush on ze awesome me, so zat is why I came... He told me to come here..." the albino awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, blushing slightly.

  "E-EH?! M-maple! U-uh... I-I don't know how... I-I mean, I don't know why papa would say something like that..." Canada stuttered, blushing deeply.

  "Vell... It vould be very awesome if you liked ze awesome me... Because..." Prussia paused, unsure of what to say. "Because... Vell... Ich liebe dich..."

  Canada's eyes opened wide. He'd heard Germany saying that to Italy enough times to know what it meant, and he was shocked.

  "P-Prussia--"

  "Gilbert. Or Gil. Either one..."

  "O-ok... G-Gil, I..." Canada was speechless. He didn't know what to do. "U-um... Matthew. O-or Mattie..."

  Prussia stood up and walked over to Canada. He leaned down and kissed the blonde slowly on the lips. Canada, knowing Prussia's reputation (the albino being one of the Bad Touch Trio, after all), was surprised at how gentle the kiss was.

  After a moment, Prussia pulled back. "Ich liebe dich," he repeated.

  "J-je t'aime aussi..." Canada replied.

  Prussia smiled and kissed the blonde again, this time more passionately, threading his hands through the other nation's silky golden hair as Canada pulled him down to straddle his lap.

  While running his hands trough Canada's hair, he must have accidentally pulled on his curl, and... Everyone knows what happened next...