Never Forgotten

Chapter Twenty One

Nobody pointed out the fact that PruPru said "Sin das essen u bin sin da jaëgger" in the last chapter so I'm just gonna explain myself.
I. Don't. Trust. Google. Translate.
Every single thing the characters say in every single one of my fics is personally translated by me. And since I wanted Prussia to say something in German as he woke up I had to resort to the SNK theme song.
Okay. I'm done. Have a chapter you pervs.

Prussia's POV:

"So, Mon ami, 'ow is Matthieu treating you? Pretty well, no?" France asked me as I sat between him and Spain watching some crazy show about a town in sass-catch-'em-all? Sasquatchislam? Sasscumquat? Something along those lines.
"Very vell." I answered. At the moment the Bad Touch Boyfriends, as Spain had jokingly named Britain, Canada and Romano the night before as he had finished his third glass of wine, we're playing cards in the kitchen. Romano had been whining at Spain to leave for a while until Mattie offered to play a game of Chase The Ace with the Italian. Britain, not wanting to be stuck with the Good 'ol BTT, joined them.
"Is 'e doing alright? Are you 'elping 'im out?"
"Ja. Ja. I'm doing as much as I can." I nodded. France smiled gently.
"Are chu bringing Canada to America's party?" Spain wondered, his eyes large and insistent.
"Vell...he's my ride..." I muttered, lowering my eyes to the ground.
"Ouuu! I know zhat look, Prussia!" France chuckled.
I coughed slightly and blushed. "Vhat look? Zhere vasn't a look!"
My blonde friend only continued to laugh to the point that he started choking. Matthew rushed to the doorway between the kitchen and living room looking worried before he realized that there was no danger.
His eyes met mine and he smirked.
Schieße. I was still blushing.
At this point Spain was reading the situation and laughing just as hard as France. I really just wanted to disappear.
I hunched over and looked at my feet until I heard Matthew tsk and go back into the kitchen. France's hand landed on my back and his lips brushed my ear as he whispered. "It's okay, mon ami. I won't tell 'im."

Canada's POV:
"What are they all excited about in there?" Romano asked, after Canada sat back down and shuffled the deck of cards.
"No clue. But they were making Prussia blush so part of me doesn't want to know." I explained, dealing one card to Romano, then England, then finally myself.
"Those three are such idiots." Britain lifted the corner of his card to see what number he had.
I could tell by the look in his face that he had a high card. But he wasn't calm enough to have a king, which meant he had something around a ten or a queen. I peaked at my card. An ace. Hell yes!
Romano chose to switch cards with Britain. "So, Canada...what's it like living with that annoying oaf?"
"Not too bad." I shrugged as Britain grimaced at the card he had. He slid his card across the table to me. I tried to hide my smirk.
He took my crappy ace and I flipped my new card over, revealing another ace.
Luckily, as the current dealer, I was allowed to cut the deck. I did so, drawing a two. Not normally a good card to draw, but since I knew Britain had an ace it meant I was safe.
Romano flipped over his ten and Britain his ace.
I chuckled as my father groaned and Romano sat back straight faced. (The only straight thing about him.)
Since the other two had different currencies, we were using three cookies instead of quarters. You know, those maple leaf shaped ones with the icing in between? They were the only thing I had in my cupboard at the time. Me and Gil had to go grocery shopping again soon.
Britain had already put his last cookie on the plate in the middle of the table and, having lost his last turn, leaned back in his chair to watch the conclusion of the game. It was always more fun when there were more players. But right now we only had three, so we were stuck with these quickies.
I slid the deck of cards to Romano,  preparing myself for the next round.
Neither of us had any cookies left either so this was going to be the end of the game. Roma placed one card in front of me and another in front of himself before setting the deck to the side.
I peeked at my card.
A six.
Damn these were always the cards that gave you a tough decision. I kept a close watch on the Italian's face as he checked his card but it revealed no information.
Shitshitshitshit...
To trade or not to trade. Yikes this was a hard decision.
Okay.
I took a deep breath and slid the card across the table.
Romano smirked and slid his own back. Uh oh.
He flipped over my six and I slowly turned the card he gave to me with my eyes clothes.
When I opened them I saw a three staring back at me.
"Fuck." I shouted.
"Language, Matthieu!" I heard papa yell from the living room.
"Matthew is an adult. He can say what he likes, you frog." Britain yelled back.
"Vould jou guys stop fighting in front of Gilbird! He's sensitive!" Prussia whined.
"Oh my god! You people are so annoying!" Romano slammed his head against my kitchen table, reaching toward his prize of maple cookies.
"That sounded like it hurt. Do you need free healthcare?" I asked him.
"No. I'll be fine." Romano stood. "If you need me I'll be in the basement eating cookies and watching The Opera Network." He picked the cookies up and padded away.
Ah the joys of family.

Oh hey!
Here's a little lesson on the food of Canada (because we've got the best food in the world fuck you):
Tradition cookies are like the best thing ever. I used to hate them but now I pretty much eat the entire box when the mumzie brings some home.
Also Chase the Ace is a fun game we play up at the camp. The more people the funner it gets.
I'm gonna go write my real novel now bye bye. Au revoir.
-shick