Right Here, Right Now (Mpreg Aph One Shots)

Seven: PruCan

For: @SpecialArtist17, enjoy!

Prussia felt something cold press into his cheek when he started to wake up this morning, turning in his sleep to find one of the several polar bear cubs sitting on the pillow beside his head.

"Time for breakfast!" It helped, smiling as Gilbert was startled away and nearly fell out of bed. Right, this is Pipsqueak... he groaned, slipping into his slippers and adjusting the waistband of his boxers. Matthew was not in bed where he belonged.

"Come on, come on!" A second cub appeared. Her collar was blue. Ko too? Mein gott. He picked both of them up and shooed them out the bedroom door. Their white little bodies clung to his black slippers, biting with little baby teeth.

"Hey! I need a minute you pests!" Gil crosses his arms, stepping out of the slippers and going to the closet for a shirt to slip on. He chose a red one with short sleeves and also some skinny jeans. The cubs were waiting patiently for him to get dressed. Why did we have to get Kumo a mate so long ago? This is annoying. He put his hands up in surrender, the small bodies smiling in their own way and scrambling out the door. Prussia followed, careful not to step on them and break their bodies.

"We got him for you, Mattie!" They climbed onto these small stairs that Matt had built for Kumo a while ago, looking up expectantly at the quiet nation who was cooking breakfast.

"Thank you, and your reward." Mattie fed them both a piece of ham nearly bigger than they were. (Which is somewhere between 10 and 15 inches to shoulder).

"Yay!" Gilbert was watching, half way amused at the cubs.

"I think you need to be in bed, mein birdie. I should be cooking." He wrapped his arms carefully around the other's half watermelon sized belly, laying his hands spreading eagle over the top. Matthew looked at him like he was crazy.

"I don't trust you to cook. Remember last time?" He rose his eyebrows, whacking Gil lightly on the nose with the spatula. "I don't want burnt pancakes."

He groaned, whining as he rested his head on Canada's shoulders. "Pleeeeease, birdie?" He kissed his neck for effect.

"No, now go sit down and eat your food." Matthew pointed to a plate of two pancakes and scrambled eggs. Gilbert sulked, taking the plate to the table and sitting down. He crossed his arms, pouting extensively as Matthew joined him a few moments later.

"Gil. Don't look at me like that." Matthew shut his light purple eyes a moment, shaking his head and tucking a strand of blonde hair behind his ear.

Prussia had huge red puppy dog eyes, his lower lip puckered out and quivering lightly. "Pleeeeease?" His platinum blonde hair was messy and sticking up in all directions, helping with the puppy dog look he was going for.

"Non." Matt forced a piece of pancake in Gil's mouth, shutting him up not so effectively. "Now eat." The polar bears were all surrounding them, begging for food. Kumo was asleep upstairs, his bride with him. The two cubs were still hungry it seemed.

"Can I-"

"No, they can't have the syrup." Mattie thought a moment before his face fell. "Are you calling me a bad cook?"

Gilbert was appalled. "Nein, no! I just don't think you should be on your feet so much. You do everything all the time. Let me do it." His short speech seemed to satisfy the shorter nation to a certain extent.

"Fine. You can do everything." He was pouting now, Gil was over the moon.

Here's the kicker.

"You can do everything except cook." Matthew crossed his arms over his belly.

"Mattie, I don't think you are in a condition to argue. You can survive three months without cooking. After the babies are born you can cook as much as you want." Gil crossed his arms mockingly. They then proceed to have a stare off. It didn't last long, Matthew blinked first and whined while pouting.

"Fine!" He stuck out his bottom lip, eating a fork of pancakes.

Gilbert kissed his cheek Eskimo style, causing Mattie to start giggling.

"You already won, geez! Now eat, please mon cher."

"Anything you say, Mutti."

Matthew turned bright red and he stuck out his tongue.

"Shut up, Papá."

Hope you enjoyed the very witty banter :)