I Don't Believe It's There: PruCan

Munchies

Canada's (Matthew's) POV

I walked groggily to the door, irritated anyone would visit me at this time of night. I fumbled with the locks in my door and finally opened it. I was surprised to who was at my door.

Prussia was leaning against the door, so he fell in, stumbling as he tried regaining his balance. "Are you okay?" I help him keep his balance.

His eyes darted to mine, his gaze hooded. I could see the patterns in his vermilion eyes, mixed with darker and lighter reds. His cheeks were flushed, probably with the chilly weather. "Canada!" He happily exclaimed, embracing me, strong arms wrapping around my shoulders. Despite the weather, he was as warm as fresh clothing out of a dryer. I could feel my heart speed up and my face grow warm, unable to handle his sudden affectionate attitude.

France came in and closed the door. When he entered, I knew what was up. When France was drunk, his eyes would be glazed and he'd have this loopy smile on his face.

Without me noticing what Prussia was about to do, he gave me sloppy kisses on both cheeks and greeted, "Bonziour!"

His German accent mixed with broken French made me snort. I covered my mouth, trying to avoid from bursting out laughing.

"Let me hug him too!" France wined.

"Too bad!" Prussia clutched onto me like America with his remote. I could smell his natural, musky scent on him. He always smelled like pine needles. This time, I could smell alcohol on him. "He has been renowned by the awesome Prussia. No excuses, Francey Pants."

"I say!" France objected, slurring his words, "You give him back or-"

"Or what?" taunted Prussia, "You'll spray perfume on me?"

"Now you've gone far, Sausage breath," France pulled an umbrella from the corner of the hall, "En Guarde!"

"En Guarde yourself! I'll give you the blessing of a quick and painless..." Prussia looked around for something, but could only get a slipper, "Death!"

They ran down the hallway, into my living room, leaving me stunned and unsure what happened. I brushed my fingers over my cheeks. He kissed me. He hugged me. I felt light headed and faint. Did that all just happen?

I noted the banging in my living room and snapped out of my daze. I dashed to the room to see them wrestling. Prussia had easily pinned him down. "Dominated!"

They ended up laughing and rolling on the floor. I rolled my eyes. Why did drunk people ever have the energy to do stuff like this? "Why are you guys here?" I interrupted their laughter.

They quieted down. "We want food," Prussia claimed.

"So you went halfway across the world to my house?" I discriminated.

"Nah," Prussia admitted, "We just came to say hi. But food would be nice."

I mentally facepalmed myself. "I've got some left over Poutine. If you guys could sit at the table, I'll serve you some."

"Potatoes!" Cheered Prussia as he got up and looked for the kitchen.

"Kitchen is the other way!" I redirected him. He looked at me and gave a thumbs up, wobbling away to the kitchen. France brushed off his jeans and vest, also sloppily walking towards the kitchen. I shook my head and helped him to the table. "Seriously guys, my house of all places you could've gone?"

"Somebody needs to get laid," muttered France.

"What?" Did I actually hear that?

He didn't say anything else as I put him in a seat. I quickly heated up some Poutine for the two countries and set the plates in front of them with spoons. They ate it, although France tried to keep his manners, he failed. Prussia just didn't care as he talked with food in his mouth and put his elbows on the table.

I watched, amused at the two intoxicated countries having a conversation. Prussia's german accent was difficult to understand as it was, but when he was slurring the words... If I didn't know better, I'd think he was speaking German. France on the other hand put more pressure on his R's, H's and S's and dragged them out. How they could still understand each other, I don't know. It must be sorcery.

"Oi Canada!" Called Prussia, "Do you have anymore alcohol?"

"You two don't need anymore alcohol." I responded.

"Why don't you drink with us?" France invited.

"Come join us, Canada!" Agreed Prussia.

I checked my watch, "Its 1:03am."

Prussia got up from the table, putting his dish in the sink. "Let's watch a movie if you won't drink with us."

France followed after, "Oui! Canada has many good movies!"

They went back to my living room, France showing where I kept all of my films. I slinked after them and saw that they picked a horror movie. Silencing of the lambs. Why they picked it, I don't know. Just make it stop.

I watched with them, only for them to pass out halfway through the movie. Along with that, there was another knock on my door.

I heaved my self up from the couch and forced myself to answer it. A blonde man with emerald eyes was at the door. He was in his green uniform with a tie. It was England. "Excuse me, but is France here?" He asked kindly, in a British accent.

I invited him inside, "Yeah he's on the couch."

"Canada was it?" He asked, "I apologize if I woke you up. It's morning in my country."

"No no," I excused him, "I'm glad you came." I lead him to the living room where he quietly slapped the Frenchman awake. England practically dragged him out of the house with France wining and complaining.

"Thank you for letting me in!" Called England, "Again, I apol-"

France cut him off and hollered, "A tout, mon amour!"

"Pipe down, you diseased frog!" England spat irritably and closed the door. Although the door should've muted them, I could still hear their only partially muted arguing.

I left before I could hear anymore of their bickering. Jeez, these old countries act like they're the ones that matter. I flopped onto the couch and blew my blonde hair out of my face. I looked over to see Prussia had stirred awake. "Hey Canada," he had a smile plastered on his face, "We're alone now."

He was so close, our thighs were touching. "Y-Yeah?" I stuttered nervously.

His light silvery locks of hair were over his face and I began to wonder what it would be like to stroke my fingers through it. Was it soft? Was it smooth? Did it feel wiry?

"Y'know," He put a hand on my shoulder, staring deep into my eyes, red against blue, "I really like you."

I froze. I had no idea what to think. What do I do? What do I say? Prussia fixed that problem. He leaned in, closing up to my face. Pausing before he reached my lips, he laid his against mine. His lips were surprisingly soft, and gentle. We held the kiss for a moment, until he pulled away. We looked at each other for a long time before I said something, "Prussia, I-"

He put a finger to my lips, "Shhhhh. Don't tell Matthew..." His eyes fluttered closed and he drifted down to my lap, falling asleep.

A tout, mon amour!: Until next time, my love!

Drunk Gilbert is the best kind of Gilbert, No? Haha, I ended up drawing a scene from here X3 I think I'll post a picture every time I draw one.

Ugh I'm debating whether I should let him remember or not. Doesn't everyone let them forget in fanfics though? In my experience, I always remember, but whatever. We'll find out in the next chapter ;P

Glide where the winds take you!