Hetalia One-Shots

PruCan : Pancake Panic

The white-haired country hummed to himself as he stirred the whisk in the sticky mixture. He turned the stove on and placed a little piece of butter on the pan. He waited until it melted to pour a ladleful of the pancake batter, creating a perfect circle. He'd seen his brother and boyfriend make some a million times, now it was his turn to make some for his lover.

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Canada was slouched on the couch reading a novel of his favorite author. He hadn't seen Prussia of the day yet, the self-centered country running around to different places all day.

He suddenly heard a miserable "slpatch" and a dramatic gasp. A cry of despair echoed through the house followed by ugly sobs.

The blond nation stood up slightly worried and trotted over to the kitchen. He entered the doorway and saw Prussia on the kitchen floor on his knees, legs slightly apart behind him, and shoulders slouched back. He was holding a pan in one hand and the other laid wearily on the ground.

"What in the world is going on Gilbert? Are you alright?" the timid nation asked, crouching down near his lover. The albino wailed like a child who's candy had been stolen, in other words, uglily and annoyingly.

"I– I tried... to... do like you– like I saw you do it... But I couldn't!" he whined, tear drops rolling down his cheeks.

Canada placed his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and pursued. "What is it? What did you try to do?" he questioned soothingly with a sweet smile on his face.

Prussia held the pan up and flailed it around while babbling incoherently. He pointed up and Canada's gaze followed.

On the ceiling was a nice round pancake completely stuck onto the surface. The blond's lips trembled as he tried to stop himself from smiling. "I-It's okay... It happens, sometimes..." he cooed, his eyes never leaving the crepe while biting his lower lip. He stood up and helped the crying nation on his feet. "Come on, you go clean yourself up and I'll continue them myself, okay?" he voiced walking Prussia out of the kitchen his arm around his waist.

"B-But I wanted to make them!" the white-haired country complained.

"Then you can help me!" Canada declared, smiling comfortingly. Prussia acquiesced, slowly nodding. They walked into the living room when another noise of something hitting the floor flatly escaped from the kitchen.

Canada couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out giggling. He rested his hand on Prussia's shoulder and held his stomach tightly as his laughing was giving him cramps. The older nation stared at his lover in embarrassment and discontent.

"Don't laugh!" he cried out bewildered. He pushed Canada away and stomped to the bathroom.

"S-Sorry, Gil, I'm sorry," the Canadian sniggered, tumbling behind the man. "You're right, it's not funny..." The blond stopped and walked back to the kitchen as Prussia locked himself in the bathroom, his face red with pouty cheeks and his arms crossed on his chest while slumping on the door.

As Canada entered the kitchen, he saw the pancake laying on the floor and started laughing again as he picked it up looking at it between tears.

"AW COME ON!" Prussia shouted from his confinement.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'll stop laughing, promise," Canada chortled, dying his laughter down not wanting to make his boyfriend too mad.

He'll have to treat him to something sweet to make it up to him and he knew that.

The lavender-eyed country pursued what Prussia had set up to do while smiling joyfully. His boyfriend could be so cute at times.