I Know You: A Prucan Story

Chapter Three: How Could I Forget?

Canada raced through the path, almost tripping over his own feet in his hurry. He entered a building and found the room where the meeting was going to be held. He slammed the double doors shut behind him and leaned against the door, his breath came in quick short bursts from either running or his encounter with the most gorgeous and loudest man he has ever seen. Wait, did he really just call him gorgeous?
Canada nearly dropped to the floor at the thoughts flooding his mind. "He really is gorgeous," "What in the world is a Gilbird?" "Oh god, those eyes, those lips, that accent, that--" Canada slapped his hands on his cheeks as an attempt to get rid of his thoughts. The stinging sensation brought him back to reality. It made him realize something. He turned cold and all the giddiness he felt earlier vanished. He'll never meet that man again, and even if he did, he'd just forget him.
Canada felt foolish for his behavior, for his rapid heart and hopeful thoughts. "Just forget about it," he thought. How ironic, the one who gets forgotten forgets someone else.
Canada sighed and pushed himself off the door in search for the checklist. He scoured the room and finally found it under the conference table. He shrugged and proceeded to write his name on the list and put a checkmark right next to it. He looked at the time on the clock above the door. Only 10 minutes left until the meeting would start.
Canada killed time by hauling a chair from the room next over. There were always enough chairs for everyone but Canada, and people would sit on him not knowing he was there. He set the chair in the corner second closest to the door and sat patiently for the others to come in. He liked to leave quickly when the meeting was over. He learned from past experience that if he doesn't, the door shuts close and locks him inside.
Sure enough, when it was time for the meeting to start, other nations came pouring in and sat in their respective seats, not giving Canada so much as a second glance.
As all the required nations were checked in and sitting in their seats, Germany stood up and began to lead the meeting. Canada listened astutely as Germany went on about government expenses and future plans for each nation. Most of them seemed to be listening halfheartedly and chatting or arguing with others.
But a sudden bang from the room next to them snapped them all to attention. A loud voice could be heard from the room but no one could understand what was being said. Then it became quiet, and all too quickly, their door opened with a bang, causing Canada to jump out of his seat.
"FEAR NOT! ZHE AWESOME PRUSSIA IS HERE!"
Canada made eye contact with the invader and almost keeled over in shock. Standing in front of the room was the same man he met just earlier before, the same one he said he would forget. And he was a nation!? This was all too much for Canada to handle. He hastily sat down in his seat and kept his head low. Wait, he was Canada, that man wouldn't recognize him. He sighed, from relief and dejection.
"Bruder, I advise you to sit down immediately and shut your mouth or I will strangle you myself," Germany warned.
Prussia raised his hands up in defense, "Anything for you, West~"
The room became noisy again. The other nations knew Prussia and his arrogant behavior and world sized ego all too well to take him seriously. Germany shot the man a glare and continued his lecture. However, Canada could not be any more incredulous. That man was Germany's brother! They look and act nothing alike at all! Canada shook his head and looked up so he could listen and gasped when someone stood towering before him. It was that man, wait, what's his name? Prussia.
"I know you!" Prussia exclaimed.
Canada stilled and felt himself hold his breath, memories of the past consumed him, this could not be happening, not to him. He glanced behind his chair to prove that Prussia was not talking to him, but no one was there, he was in a corner after all. This was the first time someone had uttered those words and frankly, it left him breathless. Canada slowly turned towards Prussia. He furrowed his brows and asked disbelievingly, "Me?"
"Well ja, who else could I be talking to?" Prussia smirked. Canada's heart thumped. And then his damned heart just thumped faster when he finally registered that this man knew him and was talking to him.
"I see you are a nation!" Prussia pointed out happily and bounced on the balls of his feet. "I've never seen you in the meetings before, what's your name?"
There it was, even though it was worded a bit differently, that same meaning kept following him wherever he went. Canada closed his eyes and opened them after a short while. He let out a breath.
"I'm Canada."
"Oh," Prussia sensed the pain in this adorable mans' voice and that did not sit right with him at all. He wanted to know what could cause something like that, he then realized that he desperately wanted to know every little thing about this person sitting down right in front of him. He didn't know why either. He felt like he would explode if he doesn't get any answers. And the thought of him exploding was entirely unawesome.
"And I am zhe awesome Prussia! but you are worthy enough to know mien real name, it's Gilbert Beilschmidt keseseseseses, what's yours?" He voiced, the smirk still ever present on his lips.
Canada stared up dumbfounded at the Prussian man. "worthy?" "And what in the world was that hissing sound?" While Canada stared up at Gilbert as he tried to process what he said and his thoughts, he noticed something on top of his head. It was round, small and yellow. The weird object all the suddenly chirped and ruffled it's feathers. Canada stifled a cry by quickly placing his hand on his mouth and met Gilbert's confused eyes with a look of terror.
"Th- there's something on your head!" Canada silently screamed.
Gilbert's expression turned to one of amusement. "Ah! This is just Gilbird, do not be afraid." He took the bird off his head and offered it to Canada to hold. Canada inspected the bird warily for awhile and took it in his hand. He brushed Prussia's hand for a split second, but that was enough to send tingles from his fingertips up his arms which caused him to shake slightly.
"Oh, uh, Gilbird, was it?" Canada stuttered, hoping that his shaking went unnoticed. "Wait, is this what you were looking for when you ran into me earlier?"
"Ja!" Gilbert declared. "Isn't he the most cutest thing you've ever seen? Well, aside from you of course."
"Meeting is over. Everyone please return back here by next week. And don't forget what I told you!"
Canada froze. He barely heard Germany speak through the rushing swarm in his head. He kept replaying what he heard come out of Gilbert's mouth. He dropped the yellow bird he was holding in his palms and blushes of deep scarlet adorned his face. Canada quickly shot up from his chair, knocking it down in the process and was about to practically zoom out the door when a firm hand clutched his arm.
"Wa-wait! Sorry, did I say something wrong? Leaving already? Without telling the awesome me your name!"
Canada made sure to look away from the Prussian man and whispered, "It's Matthew, Matthew Williams."
He heard a sharp intake of breath and the grip on his arm loosened a bit. For the second time that day, Canada ran away from his hope.
"Matthew," Gilbert said softly to himself and smiled. "Why do I feel like this, I wonder..."

Authors Notes!
Eeyyyyy I write some long chappies don't I? 😂 also! Does this seem like a pretty slow build up? Cuz nothing has really happened so far but I personally like when characters don't get together very quickly because I like to torture myself :') Please let me know! Also, I have practically no idea how to go about Gilbert's talking like in his accent so just pretend lol sorry. And should I tone down the length? Though that's probably gonna be difficult for me since I love writing. Welp anyways! Hope you enjoy and please tell me what you want me to do!