Never Forgotten

Chapter Eight

Prussia's POV:
I woke to the sound something wet sizzling across hot metal from downstairs and rolled over to face the little clock on the nightstand.
Eleven AM? I really slept in that late?
I was so used to West waking me up at the crack of dawn that I felt weird sleeping so long. Half the day was gone already.
I climbed out of bed, realizing at the last minute that I was still in my clothes from yesterday.
Gilbird chirped from within the little golden cage I set up in the corner.
"Fine, fine." I growled, slipping out of mein pants and tossing them in the corner to put in the laundry later.
I opened Gilbird's cage, letting him fly out into the room. Be free little one! Be free!
"Prussia! Are you up?" Mattie called from downstairs.
"Ja!" I replied.
I stripped off my shirt and changed into some clean clothes before heading downstairs to see what my new roommate was doing.
He stood at the stove, his hair sticking up in all directions and his body draped in his red and white pyjamas.
"Vhat'cha cookin'?" I asked, falling down at the kitchen table.
"Pancakes." The Canadian answered fully.
"Pancakes! Ich liebe pancakes!" I shouted.
"Than make your own. These are just for me."
What???
I looked at the large stack of already made pancakes on the plate beside the stove. No way. Nobody could eat that many.
"Zhat's a lot of pancakes for one person..." I pointed out.
"I was kidding Prussia. These aren't all for me...I'm giving one to Kuma too."
"None for me? Jou little ass."
Mattie laughed. "And you. Geeze you're fun to tease."
I pursed mein lips and looked down at the table.
My host set a plate of pancakes down for me and another for himself before tossing one plain one in the dish by the fridge. The little bear he always had waddled over and started nibbling on it immediately.
"So...vhere did jou get zhe bear?"
Canada looked from the bear on the floor to me and then down at his food. "He was a rescue."
"A rescue?"
"I found him when I was little. He was orphaned and attacked by hunters so I nursed him back to health." I noticed that he didn't look up from his food.
"Vhat's wrong?" I asked him.
"It's just...he's blind...so when there are a lot of people around he tends to get confused. He can't tell me apart from everybody else and is always asking who I am."
"Oh. I had no idea."
"Which is why I've preferred to live alone since Britain forced me to become independent."
I didn't respond to this. There had to be some other reason he lived alone...
Once again, our meal commenced in silence. I had nothing else to say and neither did he. Gött this was awkward.
When we were almost finished, a beeping came from Mattie's pocket. He reached in and plucked out a phone with a little maple leaf on the case.
"Bonjour. C'est Matthieu!" He said in French.
"Mattie bro! Speak English!" I heard Alfred's voice say.
"Désolé. Je ne pas parlé en anglais..." I saw a slight smirk on his face.
"Stop lyin'. Why you lyin'?" Alfred voice shouted. I didn't know quite what Matthew said but I was pretty sure, based on context and the small amount of basic french I did know, it was something along the lines of "I don't know how to speak English."
"Yeah I lied. What do you want Alfred?" Matthew glanced at me, rolling his eyes and mouthing the word "lame" at the phone.
"I want to tape another movie at your place!" Alfred's voice was loud enough that I initially thought the device in Canada's hand was on speaker phone.
"Fine..." Canada sighed. "Is it another horror film?"
"Yeah! It's gonna be a paranormal with werewolves and witches and-"
"Please tell me no vampires."
"Naw! Not this time!"
"Fine. I guess you can tape your movie..." Canada sighed.
I could hear America laughing clearly from where I sat.
"Yes! I was thinking British Columbia or Quebec!?"
"G'head b'y."
"Great! I'll be over in a few days to fill out the paperwork!"
Matthew nodded and hung up, resting his head on the table tiredly.
"Jou let him tape films at jour place zhen?" I asked.
"Oui. I've got great scenery and the actors always say it's nice up here. It's good publicity." He closed his eyes and nestled his face in his arms. He looked stressed. I quickly raked my brain for something to cheer him up.
I poked his side, making him squeak in surprise.
"Kesesese! Birdie! I found jour ticklish spot!" I cheered as the blonde dropped onto the floor.
"Stop Gil!" He squealed, trying to squirm away from my relentless tickling.
The two of us wrestled on the floor, him coughing up laughter and screams and me laughing my signature kesesese. We continued until I heard a loud smack and then a loud curse from the Canadian.
"Birdie?! Vhat happened?" I watched him get up and almost screamed at what I saw.
Blood. Blood everywhere.

So there isn't as much smut as I intended but hey look fluff. I will get there. I promise. Probably during the next world meeting, which could be whenever.
Maybe sooner too...we'll see.