Never Forgotten

Chapter Twenty Seven

Prussia's POV:

"Welcome to the partay!" America greeted his brother and the albino. Prussia cheerfully patted the blonde's shoulder while the Canadian sighed painfully. 
"C'mon, Mattie. Cheer up! It's my birthday!"
"Right...just give me something to drink." He pushed his way into the house where a few countries had already gathered. Austria was playing Piano while Hungary stood behind him, enjoying the tune, Germany was sitting on the couch while Italy kissed him all over, and France was already flirting with a buzzed England. Wait? England has a buzzed stage? We all thought he went straight to drunk.
Matthew headed straight to the kitchen, me following right behind. His hand went right for the beer, but I stopped him. "Zhe party just started. Vhy don't jou socialize first."
Mattie shook his head. "I don't really socialize at these things. I just sit in the corner and get drunk."
"Zhen vhy did jou even bozher coming?"
"I dunno..."
"Vas it in case somebody needed jour....services?"
"Gil...I've stopped doing that." He muttered.
"Huh? Vhat brought zhis on?"
"Just drop it." He growled.
"Fine. But jou can't just come to a party und drink on jour own."
"Yes I can. Leave me alone."
I sighed. "Birdie!"
He ignored me, reaching toward the beer.
"Hey guys, drinking already?!" America swaggered into the kitchen happily.
"ye-ep..." Canada opened his can of beer and took a small sip.
He spit it in the sink instantly.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT B'Y! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO SERVE YOU SHITTY ASSED AMERICAN BEER AT YOUR PARTIES!!!!" He shouted, wiping at his tongue.
"YOUR BEER IS THE SHIT BEER!" America yelled back.
"I DARE YOU TO DIS MOLSON ONE MORE TIME YOU BURGER EATING FUCK WAD!"
"Jeez guys, chill." I stepped between them.
"FUCK YOU PRUSSIA!" They both screamed at me. I stepped away defensively.
"Vhat's going on in here?" Switzerland stepped in. For some reason he brought a gun to the party.
"He said my beer is shit!" America whined.
"Only because it is you ass eating eagle shit."
"Oh no, you FUCKING DID NOT!" America leapt at his brother, knocking him over.
Switzerland's reflex was to shoot a bullet between the two, startling them out of their fight. "You two stop! You're brothers! You shouldn't fight."
Matthew grunted and pushed his brother off.
"Prussia, you stay here as long as you want. I'll wait for you in the truck."
"Vhat? Jou don't even vant to enjoy zhe party?" I gaped.
"Not really." Matthew swallowed, waiting for a moment before storming out of the house.
"Vhat zhe hell?" I asked nobody in particular.
"He does this every year..." Alfred picked himself up off the floor and brushed his pants.
"He does?"
"Yeah. He never seems to have a good time at my birthday parties. He never comes to the planning meetings we always schedule on the first either. And then he won't answer his calls until the sixth."
"Und he he's zhis every single year?"
"Yeah...I mean...it takes a lot for Britain to come to these parties too...I think it has something to do with the revolutionary war."
I nodded. It made sense.
"I'm going to sit vith him for a vhile...make sure he's alvright."
"Thanks, dude." America nodded and rushed off to tend to the rest of his guests.
I left the house, locating Birdie's truck instantly.
"Go back to the party, Gil. It's your thing."
"I can't party vith jou out here feeling sad und alone."
"Please go. I want to be alone."
I hopped up onto the back seat where the blonde was curled up in a ball.
"Vhy don't jou go to zhe party planing meetings?"
"I was sick."
"Jour bruder said jou never vent to one."
"I didn't feel like it."
"Birdie..." I urged.
"Okay!" He growled. "They always happen on Canada day and I don't like birthdays."
"Jour birzhday vas zhe first? How come jou didn't tell me."
"I just said. I hate birthdays."
"But vhy?"
"Because nobody remembers anyway so why bother!" He started to cry and I wrapped my arms around him.
"If you had told me..."
"There's no way." He sniffled. "Birthdays are just bad luck."
"Don't say zhat. Zhe only reason people don't remember isht because jou don't tell zhem."
"I have. I used to remind America all the time and France too. But they always get caught up with the Independence Day party. England used to celebrate it with me because of how he hated the event...but no even he gave up on me."
I squeezed him as tight as I could without hurting him. "Next year...ve're going to skip zhe planning meeting. Ve'll stay home und vatch a bunch of shitty movies und listen to old Stompin' Tom songs und build a pillow fort in zhe living room. Und zhen I'll make a cake und top it vith maple syrup und ice cream. How does zhat sound?"
"It won't happen. You'll probably find somewhere better to stay and I'll be left alone again."
"BIRDIE! DON'T TALK LIKE ZHAT!"
"It's true..."
"Isht not true. I couldn't find anyvhere better to stay zhan vith jou!" I declared, my stomach twisting nervously.
Birdie was thrown into a shocked silence. "Really?" He croaked.
"Of course! Ich Liebe dich, vögelchen!" Ohgodohgodohgod. So glad he didn't speak German.
"What does that mean, b'y?"
"Forget zhat!" I laughed nervously. "Vhat does B'y mean? Is it a cute nickname? An insult? Gött isht been driving zhe awesome me crazy!"
"It's a contraction of Buddy. Now what does ick leeb-Eh dick mean."
I snorted. "Jou said dick."
"Just tell me, Gil." He held a stern face.
"I love jou, Birdie." I managed to coax out. Mattie coughed in surprise.
"You what?!!"
I groaned and lifted Birdie up so that our faces were right in front of each other.
And then I pressed my lips firmly against his.
"Mnm?" He mumbled against my mouth. I considered pulling away when I felt his mouth kiss back.
Oh Gött yes!
I lowered him down onto his back and lay on top of him, breaking the kiss. "Vhat did jou say about qvitting zhe therapeutic booty call business earlier?"
"Well...before he died...Romano told me to find somebody who remembers me and to stick with them..." The Canadian answered shyly. "I was just fulfilling his final wish."
"Birdie...I vas right under jour nose zhe entire time. Not once did jou leave mein mind."
This made his face turn pink. "Will you be my boyfriend, Gilbert Beilshmidt?"
I smiled brightly. "Ja! I vill!"
He grinned and pulled me in for another soft kiss. He tasted like...this sweet sour weird taste?? I couldn't place it. (Donairs, PruPru. Donairs)
"Now let's go back inside und dance for a little vhile..." I suggested.
"Okay. Sure." He nodded.
I lead him back inside to the surprise of everyone. A lot more guests had arrived at that point and were staring sat the two of us. Austria was no longer on the piano but Fall Out Boy was blasting from the speakers in he corner.
Not exactly slow dancing music but...
"C'mere, liebe!" I pulled Mattie into my arms and started to sway back and forth to my own made up beat. I nuzzled his neck and allowed myself to enjoy his company. I finally had him for myself.
We didn't talk. The only sounds that passed between us were those of relaxed breathing. I was in heaven.

So FYI Americans and Canadians are super argumentative aboot their beer. Each one is convinced that the other is better and honestly, as somebody who doesn't like the taste of alcohol in the first place, I'm not in a place to take sides.
This chapter was actually pretty hard for me to write. I usually find an ease with all writing (formerly with the exception of smut) but I guess I sort of developed a bit of a trigger for birthdays after what happened this year and on my fifteenth and like pretty much every birthday, but those two especially. Anyway. Enough of that. Time for some real shocking shit.
France and Britain are actually the same height. It's cannon. Ikr! Canada is a little shorter than Germany (meaning taller than Prussia) and he's a head taller than France.
Aw. Baby out grew papa. :3
Anyway, I feel like this fanfic is drowning out all my others so, I mean, if you wanna check out my other fics, they're all Prucan except for Hey, America which is Fruk. And also We Have History Together is NSNY so....yeah...
Bye bye!
-Mama Shick apparently.