I Don't Believe It's There: PruCan

On Caffeine

Gilbert's (Prussia's) POV

We cleaned and wrapped up his foot. We had no idea how rusty that nail could've been, but Matthew said it shouldn't be too bad. His wood always is stocked up every Summer and that any nails can't be very old. Despite how okay it was and how casual Matthew was acting about it, I felt like him getting hurt was my fault.

We were just getting the med kit back in one piece when I blurted out, "I'm sorry!"

Matthew jerked in surprise, then blinked at me. "What?"

"I'm sorry that I scared you with the snake! It's my fault you probably can't walk for a week." I looked down at my lap.

I felt him put a hand on my shoulder. "Gil, it's okay. It's not like my foot was blown off."

"But you got hurt! I always do that to people. I think that I'm having fun, then I end up injuring someone."

"Gilbert!" He shook my shoulder. I looked up at him, his soft blue eyes staring back. "I should've put on my boots. It's okay. Let's remember that its only a small injury."

I paused. "Well now I feel stupid."

He giggled and kissed me on the cheek, "I appreciate that you worry though. Thanks for caring."

I felt my face turn a little pink. My heart swelled with love. Matthew was so understanding and loving. He was so perfect in so many ways. The little strand of hair that stuck out of his head, his small admiration for nature, the way he gets all flustered when he receives kindness back.

He needed more of that, more kindness towards him. I wasn't sure how I could match all the things he's done for me. He stood by my bed while I was in a coma, he made pancakes for me on mornings when I was feeling down (or when I just wanted some), and I can't even tell you all of the times he dealt with my drunken ass and took me home. I wish I could show you how thankful I am to have you... Matthew.

"Hey Matt?"

"Mmhmm?" He mumbled as he shoved the rest of the stuff inside the med kit.

"I love you."

He blushed, then looked at me, "Wh-what's with that all of a sudden?"

I pulled him into my arms and squeezed him, "I just want you to know how grateful I am to have you. You're so important to me. I just want you to know."

He hugged me back, but he was shaking. I was wondering why he wasn't saying anything until I realized... "Matthew? Are you crying?"

"I-I'm sorry," he sniffed, "I just didn't realize you liked me that much. I thought I was being clingy."

"Clingy? No." I said, still embracing him, "I love spending with my little Birdie. I love you Matthew, and don't ever think I feel any different."

After we hugged and rocked in silence for a while, Matthew sniffled, "I... I love you too Gilbert."

...:!: tums on yrros :!:...

It didn't hit me until later. That was the first time I heard Matthew say that he loved me. It was too bad I was already home when I did realize. But either way, I found myself 'kesese'ing and blushing embarrassingly to myself at the thought of it.

"Birdie told me he loved me!~" I sung at Gilbird. He tweeted a similar tune back at this, going along with my sudden cheerfulness.

"Birdie told me he loved me~
Birdie told me he loved me~
Bow down to the awesome me!~
Because Birdie told me he loved me~" I laughed and sung over and over, the little yellow canary peeping along with me.

"Bruder, what are you doing?"

I jumped at least two feet in the air and shrieked. When I realized it was West, I chuckled nervously, "You're home early."

He raised an eyebrow, "Is that really the nickname you've given Canada?"

"Better than pastries, cupcake." I teased.

His face turned red, "I wish you'd just forget about that already."

"I'll never forget. It's too hilarious."

He groaned and changed the subject, "Well anyway, I wanted to ask about you and Canada."

"Are we dating?" I asked for him, "Yes."

"No, No! That's obvious already, I don't need you to tell me that."

"Whaat?" I pouted, "And I tried so hard to hide it from you."

"You two really need to find a better place to do it than the bathroom," He shuddered, "That was terribly undignifying."

"MEIN GÖTT!" I exclaimed, horrified. "I am SO sorry you had to hear that."

"Bruder, I'm not a child, I can handle it," he held the bridge of his nose in stress, "Just try not to when I'm home."

"Hey bro?"

"What is it?"

"We haven't drunken together in a while, so I've been cheating on you with Canada."

"Is that supposed to get me to drink with you?"

I nodded slowly.

"You do realize I have work tomorrow?"

Again, I nodded.

"Do we have the beer?"

I grinned. That usually meant a 'yes'.

*later that evening*

"Do you think it's called sand because it's between the sea and the land?"

"West, you're a genius!"

He shook his head, "It can't be just a coincidence."

"Right! That's exac- Oh, by the way, how's your relationship with Italy?" I nudged him and winked, "It doesn't need any 'encouragement' does it?"

He shoved my face, "It's fine! I should be asking you about your relationship with Canada."

I cocked my head to the side. "Waddya mean?"

"I mean like... are you planning to get any children?"

I almost spit out the beer I was sipping on. I slammed it on the table and laughed hysterically.

"Whaaat?!"

I wiped a tear from my eye, "Men can't have children you dunce!"

Germany's eyebrows creased, "Well what else was I supposed to think with you acting all 'mommish'?"

"Mommish?" I blinked, unsure what he meant, "You mean cleaning and cooking?"

He nodded.

"Well as much as you'd like a nephew or niece, We're not getting one."

"It's not me who wants-" he was objecting.

"It's okay Luddy!" I shushed him, "I get it. Now drink up, we don't have all night."

He sighed and took another sip. It touched me that Germany thought we were going to have a kid, and as appealing as it sounded, I don't think we could get any kids. Countries can't have kids, no matter if the relationship was hetero or homo. The only way it's possible is by conquering lands, and controlling them. Canada wasn't much of an imperialistic kinda guy and my country days are over, so there wasn't much of a chance on a child nation. Times are different now.

Mein Gött: My lord/My God

I stayed up till 1am making this chapter because I was really inspired. Sucks 'cause I have to wake up at 5am, but I can run on coffee, no? Actually I know damn well that all it will do is speed up my heart rate and give me a heart attack, but it's all good.

That reminds me, don't ever run on coffee. Once I had only two hours of sleep and I had the equivalent to half a gallon of coffee. I thought I was going to die because all I could pay attention to was how fast my heart was beating and what would happen if it exploded. I'm sure all you energy drink fanatics can relate.

Anyways, Thanks for reading!