"Can I ask jou somezhing,France?" Prussia wondered as he watched him tucking the now sleeping Canada into bed. He was all tuckered out yet again.
"Oui?" France pulled the red and white comforter up to Canada's shoulders.
He was so cute.
"Hypothetically, if I vere to ask jour blessing in, say, dating jour son...vhat vould jou say?" Prussia averted his eyes awkwardly.
"Why would you ask me zhat, mon ami?" France knelt beside the bed and fondly patted his son's hair, carefully avoiding his curl. Prussia knew from Spain what would happen if he touched it.
"Vell, I vas just being curious. Jou Don't have to answer..."
"I would be okay with it." France answered suddenly.
"J-Jou vould?"
"Oui. But if you ever do anyzhing to 'urt 'im, I'd call America and Britain and we'd beat you to a pulp."
"Whoa." Prussia's face somehow whitened more.
"But as long as you love 'im, I don't mind you asking 'im out."
"It vas hypothetical." Prussia Reminded his friend.
"Mon ami, we both know it wasn't." France teased. "I can see zhe way you look at 'im."
"I don't know how it happened, France. It started vith me noticing him at zhe meetings und it just kind of grew..." Prussia lowered his head. "Do jou zhink he'll like me back?"
"Zhat is 'ard to say." France shrugged. "Do you mind keeping an eye on 'im while I go work on zhe garden?"
"Ja. I'll call jou all vhen he wakes up so ve can decide vhat to do about Kuma."
"See you zhen, Prussia."
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The Dark And Hollow Pastas
ФанфикA Hetalia Zombie Apocolypse. Germany, Sweden, Finland, and Canada have barricaded themselves in the latter's hunting lodge. Where are the other countries and will they make it to the lodge? Only time will tell.
