I Don't Believe It's There: PruCan

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Canada's (Matthew's) POV

"We should take a hike back at my place."

Prussia blinked, his silver eyelashes fluttering. "I'm not going in a jet."

"Aw c'mon! There's this one special trailhead that I want to show you! It's really special!" I begged, pulling on his sleeve.

He closed his eyes, pondering. After the pause, he asked, "How special is it?"

"It's my favorite place in the whole world," I responded, meaning every word.

We laid on the living room couch, watching Jurassic World on Prussia's tv. Finally, after what seemed like forever Prussia said, "If it matters that much to you, I want to see it."

"Yes!" I cheered, pumping a fist in the air.

"But!" He interrupted my victory, "Let's finish the movie first."

I nodded and agreed. "Absolutely."

..."'"' ydaerla kcuf tsuj '"'"'...

It's been 2 weeks since Prussia's hangover incident and he was shakily entering a plane again. Also, Gilbird (what I learned was Prussia's canary's name) learned to fly. Now Prussia wouldn't leave the bird anywhere alone, and Gilbird happily followed. He perched upon Prussia's head during dinner, went to world meetings, even glided in the shower with him. It really was a cute relationship.

But as Prussia stepped in the jet, the little yellow bird was flying in circles, nervous as well. "Sweet, Sweet memories," muttered Prussia.

I sat in the drivers seat, watching as Gilbird took one last swoop into the jet. The canary snuggled atop Prussia's head and got comfortable as I started the plane. I put on my pilot's goggles and thumbed up Prussia through the mirror. He thumbed up back. We were both ready. With that, the jet began to launch.

...::: llew dne ll'siht :::...

The flight wasn't bad, and was quick. Now we were walking up the trailhead, Kumajiro prancing happily through the snow, Gilbird exploring his new surroundings, and the two of us snuggled in warm clothing, hiking up with good gripped boots.

Our surroundings were beautiful, snow fell softly to the ground, an evergreen forest surrounding us, and the sounds of the mountain with us. We already seen some caribou, skipping and hopping past us, along with a large cougar print trail. The wilderness was solemn, yet effervescent. Silent, but lively. Canada wasn't a wasteland like most thought it was.

"It's so peaceful here," Prussia looked around, awe filled in his eyes. "I doubt there's been any bloodshed, ever. Not here."

"It feels that way, eh?" I agree. "I used to go up here as a kid a lot."

He raised his eyebrows, "Up this high?"

I nodded, "I don't remember how it wasn't a problem. I just remember glimpses of playing in the snow or looking over a cliff."

Prussia rubbed the nape of his neck, "I don't remember having many peaceful moments as kid." He snickered, "Actually, I was constantly fighting and running around here and there. It's only now that my country's settled down a little."

I didn't know whether to be sorry, or jealous. I was never a person who could take over another country, and everyone's left me alone, so life wasn't all that interesting. Life was solemn, just like this forest. I glanced at Prussia. His cheeks were flushed with color from the chill, he had a slight smile on his face, and overall, he looked like he was enjoying the hike. Ever since he came into my life, it's been anything but solemn. He was like Spring in the forest. Something new; good, but growing into something better and better.

"Y'know Canada. You're really lucky your country's a beautiful place."

I nodded, "I do feel blessed to have this place."

He chuckled, "It really is funny how a country can reflect one's nation."

Eh? Did he say what I think he just said? I felt heat rise to my face. He didn't complement me just now, did he?

He glanced at my face, his crimson eye's locking into my blue ones. A smirk danced upon his lips. "Judging by your face, you caught on to what I said?"

He did just call me beautiful, but it was so much more. My face just turned from pink, to beet red: and by that mighty smile on Prussia's face, he was damn proud of himself. "What am I supposed to say to that!?" I raised my voice.

"Nothing," replied Prussia, "Just enjoy the view."

This man and his vague metaphors. A part of me wanted to rip my heart out and shove it down his throat, but another part wanted to express that emotionally; normally. Of course, I couldn't be that forward, but...

I looked to my right, I could see where the cliff started. We were almost to the view I wanted to show him. Kumajiro glanced at me, giving a little squeal of excitement. He loved this place as much as I did. Gilbird had nested on Prussia's head, half engulfed in the man's hair. Maybe I should make a little sweater for him, like I have for Kumajiro these past times. The bear cub would always rip them up, and he really didn't need them anyway. The canary, on the other hand, wouldn't dare to leave the warmth of Prussia's head. I'll make it a goal then, sweater for Gilbird.

Kumajiro began to run ahead, already knowing what was about to be revealed. I ran after, laughing and grabbing Prussia's hand. He held onto his beanie and ran with me, about to be on top of the world.

Then we reached it, the cliff's edge. In front of us, we gaped, taking in the vast world. First was the forest, trees covered in a powdery white snow, then came a vast valley, all below us. I think I could see a large herd of caribou, almost looking like a small brown patch from here. Beyond the valley were towering mountains, patched with forests here and there. The mountains were so far away, they seemed purple from where we were standing. We were on top of the world. We were the kings, looking down at everything below us.

But all you need to do is take a wrong step, and everything can crumble beneath you. My foot slipped, and I went over the edge of the cliff, at the mercy of whatever that was below.