I Don't Believe It's There: PruCan

Mein Adorkable Boyfriend

Gilbert's (Prussia's) POV

A terrible chill had overtaken me. I opened my crusty eyes realizing I was on the floor. I sat up, rubbing my arms. The wood stove was off; no wonder it was freezing! I glanced to my right, seeing a snuggled up Matthew, burrowed in the couch. I was glad he had a shirt on, unlike my freezing ass.

I got up wobbling and tried my best to keep my balance. Thank Lord Jesus hallelujah. No hang over. I brought my arms under the Canadian and lifted him gently into my arms. I'd like to say he was light. He immediately snuggling into my chest, burying his nose between my arm and thorax. I grimaced when his cold hands found my chest. And I thought I was cold.

I made my way upstairs, to Matt's bedroom. When I entered, I was relieved. It looked so... inviting. The bed was literally a big red, orange, and white cloud, multiple blankets and pillows arranged around the set. Kumajiro and Gilbird were already sleeping, sinking into the bed like it was going to swallow them.

I removed the big fluffy blanket and a couple minor blankets, but left the pillows. I laid Matthew down next to the pets and hopped in next to him, covering ourselves with the large blanket. Fortunately, his bed smelled just like him, a sweet syrupy scent. I smiled as I pulled the Canadian close, twirling locks of his soft blonde hair. Soon, a peaceful paralysis overcame me, and I drifted back to sleep.

... raeh'y, deb taht ni kcuf ...

When I awoke, Matthew was gone, but Gilbird was waiting patiently for me to wake up. I groaned and stretched myself awake, the canary chirping in alarm when I almost nailed him with my arm.

"Sorry baby," I cooed, letting him perch on my finger so I could pet him. He rubbed his head affectionately on my finger that was petting him and took flight, hovering next to the door.

I regrettably rolled out of bed, the knives of freezing air piercing through my skin once again. I quickly realized as I opened the door, warm air was blowing out of it. I was relieved by a heated downstairs, the fireplace blazing. My eyes spotted Matthew. Kumajiro was snoozing in the living room while mein adorkable boyfriend was standing in front of the stove, flipping pancakes in a skillet.

I grinned as I snuck up behind him. I snaked my arms around his waist, surprising him slightly, then resting my chin on his shoulder. "Morning Bärchen." I purred and kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled and giggled, "That's twice now."

"Hmm?"

"Twice you called me Bärchen." He said. "What does it mean?"

I blinked, then laughed. "It means bear. Little bear."

"In what way am I a little bear?"

"Well, you are really cuddly and you just... look like one."

"How!?"

I avoided the question, knowing I had no way of justifying my claim. "You also have one. That adds to it."

He rolled his eyes, "You have a canary, yet I don't call you Birdie."

"Hmm. That suits you much more than me." Honestly, I liked it better than Bärchen. I squeezed him a small hug, "My little Birdie."

He flipped a pancake in acquiesce and didn't argue or object. As the rest of the day flew by, the nickname stuck.

..:.: siht dedda I tuob' :.:..

Eventually, a helicopter came to pick me up. Why? I don't know. I had no business at home, however homesick I was getting. As Matthew watched me climb up the latter, I blew a kiss to him, watching him smile and blow one back. I grinned goofily at the adorableness and climbed up the rest of the way. As I entered, I found Germany was sitting and waiting for me.

"Didjya miss me?" I go in for a hug and maybe a kiss on the cheek, but he only gave me an irritated look and pushed my face away. Obviously that wasn't the way to approach him. Fixing my mistake, I asked, "Wanna go to the gym later?"

Results were satisfying. His frown ceased as he spoke, "That sounds fun."

Germany's (Ludwig's) POV

Ever since East stopped being a physical country, he stayed home most of the time while I worked. Normally I would've been the one to make dinner and clean the kitchen, Prussia doing the bare minimum of cleaning. Now, I came home to a spotless house with dinner already made. After about a month, his food got exceptionally good. First being plain, but now bursting with perfect flavors. He even stocked up the freezer with homemade sausages and the cellar with alcohol. I didn't like that I couldn't cook so me and Brother traded off making dinner every once in a while.

Not only had his habits changed, but his already caring behavior intensified.

"Are your boots laced tightly? Don't forget to take your lunch!"

"Forgot!" I ran to the kitchen and grabbed my sacked lunch, then quickly fixed my boot laces before exiting the house.

"Stay safe!" He yelled a quick goodbye before I closed the door. I shouted a goodbye back, then left.

I didn't mind my brothers behavior, knowing it was just how he was, but something else was bothering me.

I don't think this change was only because of his new stay home position. That couldn't be enough to motivate him this much. Him and Canada have been together; a while, obviously. His new parently behavior has made me wonder...

Were they expecting a child?

I could already imagine the cribs and dozens of baby bottles that were probably stashed up. The child would be running and playing gleefully. I would have to be responsible for them when Brother and Canada were out somewhere. I'm not good at this babysitting thing. What if I screw up somehow and they get hurt or run away? How would my brother be able to support the living child? How could I be an uncle? Would the child even like me?

The whole idea made me feel nauseated. It's not that I don't like children. It's just that it fills me with dread to think there would be another soul to keep safe, a soul that might not even like me. A nephew. I know I'm not a typically likable person, so what chance would this child like me?

I sigh. There are so many things I need to be worrying about, but a child is the most worrisome.

I thought I'd add that "Birdie" headcannon eventually. Lol but if you were in Luds place, would you worry? Hell, I'd be as happy as the tweeters in Spring, but I would have little thoughts like that.

Anyway, I'm back, not for long though. I'll only post every so often so this won't be a consistent thing. I have a few ideas and a lame ending, so it'll be okay.