I Don't Believe It's There: PruCan

Canadia: King of Breakfast

Prussia's (Gilbert's) POV

Knock Knock.

I groan and turn around in my drowsiness.

Knock knock knock.

"Peep peep peep!"

"Fine!" I snapped and rolled out of my bed and practically face planting on my floor. I was wearing a large white shirt that quoted 'If you can read this you probably notice how awesome I am' and some light blue boxers. At the moment, I didn't care for my appearance. I exited my room, went down the hallway with many pictures of the Germanic family, and answered the door. A burst of cold wind blew from the outside and I realized it was snowing outside. Thanks for being so Winter, Fall.

I quickly shielded myself behind the door and looked at who it was. Canada was there in his normal attire. A fluffy trench coat, mittens, comfy boots, but no bear cub in his arms. I guess he left him home. Smart of him or Berlitz would've teared him into strips. Canada noticed my grogginess and immediately apologized, "Oh God, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize you were sleeping! I'll leave if-"

I grabbed the straps going across his chest. "Get your ass inside! It's freezing!" I pulled him in, closing the door quietly so I wouldn't wake Germany up. I breathed on my hands and rubbed them together. "What're doing here in this weather?"

"It's still morning in Europe right?" Canada reveals a bottle of syrup with a bashful smile, "I thought I could've come over and make some pancakes."

I looked between the syrup bottle and him. Then back to the syrup bottle. My stomach let out a rather loud growl. Me and Canada exchange glances. "I swear to my unborn child, that was just my stomach."

Canada laughed aloud, "Well as long as you have baking powder, you have breakfast!"

I smirked, remembering a little explanation to why we had a lot of baking supplies.

Canada noticed. "What?" He questioned as he removed his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack.

I leaned closer to him and cupped my mouth with one hand, as if I was telling a dirty secret, "Don't tell Germany I told you this, but he has a little hobby for baking."

Canada raised his eyebrows and whispered, "Really!?"

I leaned back to my normal position and nodded, "He looks scary, but he's really just a big marshmallow inside."

Canada nudged me with his elbow and wiggled his eyebrows, "Do tell."

I chuckled and was literally about to vomit all the flavorful details on him, but I realized that Germany would only be irritated by it. Then again, it doesn't hurt if he doesn't find out: plus, I wanted to brag about my brother. "He does have someone in his sights."

I saw Canada give a warm smile while he was untying his boots. "Love?" He asked.

I sighed, "Yeah. It's a bit frightening. To think he's experiencing such feelings."

Canada looked at me and blinked. "Do you think love is frightening?"

I stared back, suddenly beginning to become conscious of my heart, beating so loudly and rhythmically. I've heard a lot of things about love, especially when being friends with France. I heard love can tear a person down and bring them to nothing, but I've also heard the complete opposite. I can't say I've loved someone romantically, nor that I ever will, but I can say one thing. Love is something I avoid, because of that expensive price that it can come with it.

"Prussia?"

I blinked, shaking myself back to reality. "Oh, uh, what's up?"

Canada put his boots in a corner, "Never mind, I shouldn't have asked."