Never Forgotten

Chapter Twenty

Prussia's POV:

I didn't get to bed until four in the morning. Spain passed out on the living room couch first. Me and France ended up seeing who could stay up the longest after that.
I was stubborn and eventually France wandered upstairs to sleep.
I forced myself to stay up long enough to clean the mess the three of us made over the course of the night. I mean, I couldn't just leave it there.
I stumbled up the steps and into my room, halting when I saw France curled up in my bed.
"Schieße." I muttered. He was probably used to sleeping in Mattie's guest room.
The Canadian had wandered downstairs earlier that night with Britain, I recalled. So his bed was probably free.
I pushed open his bedroom door and flicked on the light switch. Just as I suspected. Empty.
I doubted Birdie would be mad at me. It was just a bed. Nothing more.
I curled up under the layers of fluffy blankets and closed my eyes.
The bed smelled just like maple syrup, contrary to the lavender scent of the sheets in the room across the hallway.
I felt my eyes getting heavy and let the maple scented sheets lull me to sleep.

Canada's POV:

"Matthieu!" France nudged me awake carefully. I opened my eyes and stretched my stuff muscles.
"Papa? What are you doing up so early?" I mumbled sleepily.
"It's eleven AM. I got mon huit 'ours of beauty sleep." France smiled kindly.
"Oh...are the others up?" I yawned.
"Non. You were zhe first I went to."
"I'll get Prussia and Spain awake then..." I decided, making my way (downtown) up the stairs and into the living room.
"Loooovinoooo~" Spain purred as I nudged his back. His right eye opened to look at me.
"Yes. It's Lovi. But I bleached my hair, grew a couple of inches overnight, and now I wear glasses because they me look manly..." (Two of these would turn Lovi into Flavi)
"You're funny Not-France!" the Spaniard smiled.
Apparently I was Not-France now.
At least it wasn't 'Merica.
"Well...I am known for my comedians..." I muttered, heading upstairs.
I peeked into Prussia's room, only to find him missing.
"What the-?" I sighed and turned to the open door of my room.
"Wow, B'y." I shook my head, seeing Prussia curled up in my bed. I moved closer to see drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and an expression of utter relaxation on his face.
"Hey, Gil, wake up." I whispered, shaking his shoulder.
"Nein." He mumbled back. "I'm comfy."
"Too bad. It's morning."
"Nein! Sin das essen u bin sin da jaëgger!" He hissed.
"What?" I asked. I didn't speak a whole lot of German...
I leaned forward and started to tickle him.
"LEAVE ME BE PHESANT!" He screamed.
"Non! Wake up loser!"
Prussia's red eyes fluttered open and he gaped at me.
"Vhat did jou call me?"
"Uh...a loser?"
"Don't call me zhat! I'm not a loser! I'm zhe awesome Prussia!" He shouted angrily.
I held up my hands in defence. "I'm sorry! I didn't know!"
"Kesesese~ birdie! I vas just playing!" He smiled, putting his hand on top of my head. I heard a chirp and Gilbird flew out of the albino's pocket. He bumped Prussia's hand until it was removed from my head.
"I vonder vhy he keeps doing zhat..." Prussia muttered seriously, holding his bird in the palm of his hand.
"Doing what?"
"Oh...just preventing me from touching jour hair..." He stroked his bird on the head.
"Have you consulted Google?"
"Nein...but I vill...vhen's breakfast?"
"Probably in an hour..." I responded, getting up from my bed.
"I'll get to it now." He decided, heading off to his own room.

Is bird slang for penis in other countries bc it is here...