I Don't Believe It's There: PruCan

He's Actually Younger

Canada's (Matthews) POV

I was startled by the dogs that came galloping towards the door as soon as I stepped in. They were big dogs. Panicking, I stepped behind Prussia upon instinct.

"Don't let them out! I just bathed them!" A bellowing voice came from inside the house.

Prussia closed the door and whistled, catching the dogs attention. "Sit!" He ordered sternly. They obediently sat, tails still wagging. Prussia then looked at me and rubbed his neck bashfully, "Sorry, they can be a bit rowdy, but they won't bite."

I eyed the dogs carefully. One was lightly golden with long wavy fur; a Golden retriever. Another was clearly a German shepherd and the last one was slim, mostly black with a tan underbelly and eyebrows. That one was a Doberman. "What're their names?"

He pointed too the Retriever first, the Doberman last and stated their names. "Aster, Blackie, and Berlitz." Their ears perked up and their tails wagged quicker with the mention of their names.

I wasn't scared of dogs, but 3 massive canines would make anyone nervous. Prussia looked between me and the dogs. "You don't like dogs?" He questioned suspiciously.

The dogs continued to sit. I shook my head and assured, "It's not that, I'm afraid of being jumped on."

Prussia rolled his eyes, "Berlitz does sometimes, but I'll keep an eye on him. He knows better." He looked at the Doberman with a stern, dominant glare.

Berlitz shrunk back in submission. I looked up at Prussia, "Can I pet them?"

Prussia grinned. I wasn't sure why until he said one word. "Release."

The dogs left from their positions and swarmed me with curiosity. Their snouts sniffing and their whiskers tickling me. I was spooked at first and was about to book it, but they were gentle. Especially Aster, the Golden Retriever. I easily favorited him.

Prussia watched as I happily greeted each dog. I was easily reassured after I let everyone sniff my hand. I couldn't help but to smile at the lolling tongues and joyful, droopy faces. "Alright you guys! I've had enough!" I laughed lightly with their whiskers brushing against my cheeks.

Prussia clicked with his tongue, catching the dogs attention again. "Go." Aster and Blackie left, but Berlitz stuck around, sniffing around my feet. "Berlitz," he warned.

Berlitz gave an annoyed wine.

"Don't even." Prussia didn't break eye contact with the dog. "Piss off."

Reluctantly, the Doberman left down the hallway with the other dogs.

"They're cute." I commented.

Prussia gave a large grin. "I know. They're awesome to have around. Can't imagine life without them."

Suddenly, a tall muscular man came in down the hall way. He had dandelion yellow, slicked back hair and piercing icy blue eyes. He was drying off a plate as he eyed me. I shrunk back and avoided his gaze, intimidated.

"Brother, who is this?" He said in a thick german accent like Prussia's, except much deeper.

"Ah, West!" Prussia's eye's lit up and looked at me. "Canada, this is Germany, my little brother." He casually rested an arm on the large man's shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.

My jaw dropped. "Little!?" I squeaked.

Germany shook his head, "I know. I don't look it."

Prussia pinched his cheek and wiggled it playfully, "That's right! I raised him!" Germany gave an irritated look.