•Noticed• (A PruCan Fanfic)

Why 1:30 in the Morning?

This is my first Fanfic (on WattPad, I've written one on fanfic.net but deleted it cuz it was shit) anyway I hope you like the story and if you Don't like PruCan STOP READING✋📖 Also the pic above is what Fem!Canada(Madeline) is supposed to be wearing in this chapter.
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Today's world meeting was typical. Arthur tried to kill Francis after Francis tried to kiss him. Feliciano wanted pasta. Ivan tried to become one with everyone. Feliks was wearing a skirt. Ludwig yelled at everyone. Natalya tried to marry Ivan. Gilbert declared himself awesome. Everyone else wondered why we even invite Gilbert to the world meeting anymore. Lovino called Antonio a tomato bastard. Alfred thought Madeline was a ghost.

There was nothing unusual about that meeting at all.

Even Madeline was on the exact schedule. Show up on time, listened and took notes, Kumajirou asks who she was, explained to Kumajirou that she was Canada the one that feeds him, waits patiently for Ludwig to ask for her presentation, get sat on by Ivan, hit Ivan over and over again praying that he will notice and get up off her lap, spend rest of meeting with Ivan on her lap, and Ludwig never even mentioned her once. The usual. Yeah, Madeline's life can kinda suck sometimes, but at least they remembered to invite her this time. Sometimes she wondered why She even bothers show up at all.

That weeks meeting was in New York and that meant she would have to drive herself back to Canada. The drive home was long and hectic. By the time Madeline got home she was sleepily wondering why she even bothered anymore.

Hopefully the next meeting will be in Canada, but she highly doubted it. Now in Madeline's room, she got out of all of her clothing and traveled to the closet where she grabbed a white top which was red around the neck and the short sleeves (Like the picture up at the top) and some clean white underwear. For some odd reason the Canadian felt more comfortable sleeping in a top and underwear, probably so that she doesn't get too hot in the middle of the night or what not. She undid her plaited hair and let all her curls fall to their full length, then put her glasses on the nightstand. Madeline then hopped into bed and let her tiredness wash over her and left her worries for another day.

---Time Skip brought to you by Iggy's Eyebrows---

Suddenly, Madeline fell right back into consciousness. The bed seemed to be moving up and down. That was strange. She lazily opened one eye and looked for an explanation. Oh, it's just Prussia hopping up and down on her bed like a four year old. She tried just to fall back to sleep. Wait a second...what?! She panicked in her head. Both Madeline's eyes snap wide open to see Prussia staring down at her as he did indeed hop up and down like a four year old.

"I thought you were never going to wake up." He had a somewhat serious look on his face and Madeline shifted uncomfortably.

Gilbert by this time had stopped jumping and started to get all up in Madeline's face.

All she could muster up for a response was a simple "What?"

"Make the awesome me your awesome pancakes." He said with a self satisfied smirk. The Canadian then turned to look at the alarm clock on the dresser. One thirty in the morning. ONE THIRTY IN THE FREAKING MORNING!

"G-Gilbert......c-can I call you that?" Madeline stuttered, she has never really talked to the lost Nation before.

"Yeah, do what you wish." He was emotionless with that sentence. He crossed his arms not looking at her.

'Is he trying to act cool or something?'

"W-well Gilbert y-you d-do realize t-that it is t-one thirty in the m-morning r-right?" Madeline stuttered, she normally loved visitors, but frankly it was because she hardly got any.