•Noticed• (A PruCan Fanfic)

Flights and Surprises

A/N Look up bitches^^^^^^ it's our favorite narcissistic Albino's, and sorry Zen is not the surprise lol.

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It was an early start for both Madeline and Gilbert, sure Gilbert took a bit more convincing to actually get out of bed, that was probably the worst part of their day so far. Four in the morning Madeline still in her pajamas, rubbed her sleep filled eyes and wondered into the guest bedroom and lightly shook the Prussian nation. "Gil, time to get up." She whispered in a sleepy tone.

Gilbert shifted in his sleep to the other side with a groan. "5 more minutes, Birdie." This caused Madeline to get slightly annoyed, he was going home today and he was simply sleeping and there flight was in four hours honestly you'd think he'd be more excited.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, get your lazy butt out of bed now, or so help me I'll get you out myself!" The Albino man still lay there fast asleep. Madeline took her action, she quickly ripped the duvet cover off his body and Gilbert started curling up in a ball and shivering because of the separation of him and the warmth. "Gilbert! Get up! You managed to wake me up for pancakes at one thirty in the fucking morning for a good seven days! So how is it now you cannot get up to get a flight home?" She scolded the man, but he still curled up into a ball. "Fine, guess Gilbert's not getting any pancakes. Isn't that right, Kumajirou?" The Canadian shouted to the polar bear in the room next door.

That's when Gilbert shot up from his ball of heat. He looked at Madeline in disbelief as she mentioned that Gilbert the awesome nation of Prussia was being denied pancakes, from his host. He crawled over to where Madeline was standing and clutched at her oversized hockey jumper and buried his face into the red sweater, around where her belly was. "Please, Madeline. Anything but the pancakes! I'll get up, please, you can't take your cooking away from me. You obviously got Francis' cooking skills-" Gilbert begged, but was cut off by a soft, angelic laughter.

The blondes face could have let up the sky if it wanted to in that very moment. It was beautiful in Gilberts eyes, he couldn't help but hold a small smile on his face. Madeline was still giggling until she said, "Well, get ready then. I'll go get changed now, then I'll bring my luggage downstairs. Then I'll make the pancakes. But only a few as we don't have very long." The woman looked down at the man with a soft and caring eyes. This caused Gilbert to loosen his clutch on her red hockey jumper, and wrapped his arms around her waist instead.

"Thanks Birdie. You truly are the best." Madeline was suddenly took back from the gentleness in his voice and the sudden act of affection.

They stayed like that for a few seconds longer and Madeline then broke the silence, it was no awkward silence, it was sort of a comforting silence. Maybe at the fact they had gotten closer as individuals? But neither one was sure why. "Gil, I need to get ready." The Canadian clarified and Gilbert immediately shot up, turned, so that his back was facing her and rubbed the back of his head. Madeline could have sworn she saw the slightest tint of red in his cheeks. But she shook that thought away from her mind as she smiled and exited the room to get ready.

The Canadian walked into her room and hunted through her draws for some clothes and places them on the bed, she then grabbed the towel on on her door and traveled to the bathroom. Madeline then turned the shower on and let it run for awhile whilst she stripped her hockey jumper and her underwear off, slowly climbing into the shower.

After 10 minuets the blonde beauty stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a light blue towel her hair in a somewhat messy bun. She made her way to the bed, where clothes were neatly placed. Drying herself off she stripped the towel and started to put on her lingerie.

Once she clipped her bra in place the door opened to reveal a cheery Gilbert, who hadn't even noticed what he walked into.
"Hey, Birdie. I'm here to bring the suitcase down-" he opened his eyes and blood trickled down his face. Madeline's face went bright red in embarrassment and panic. The two stood there in silence for at least a good 15 seconds, until... "I'm sorry!" The Albino was quick to exit the room slamming the door in the process.

•~<Time skip>~•

Madeline started pushing the suitcase on it's four wheels out of her bedroom, still a bit flustered from the incident earlier, she thought it be best if she took the suitcase down herself. Bearing in mind she still had to make pancakes for herself and Gilbert, give Kuma his food and Gilbird would need something to eat as well.... her face lit up at the thought of Gilbert. He had almost seen her naked glory, well her lingerie. But still. It was bad enough.

"Ok." She breathed and shook the thought of Gilbert away from her mind. All she had to do was manage to push the suitcase down stairs without falling over, which was more common than she liked.

Madeline made it to the stairs and Gilbert was sitting on the bottom step. At the faint sound of footsteps he turned to his head to her direction and gave a small smile. She could see the awkwardness in his face, but didn't want to talk about the incident earlier. "I'll take the suitcase and you can get started on the food, Ja?" Madeline nodded in response and started making her way down the steps, whilst the Prussian man made his way up.

•~<Time skip>~•

The flight was long. 8 hours to be exact. The Canadian and the Prussian had collected their luggage and were currently walking to the arrivals gate. When the duo walked through the doors to the arrivals gate, to their surprise stood a very annoyed German man. Gilbert then grabbed the blonde beauty's wrist and pulled her in another direction.

"Let's go this way, Birdie." He spoke nervously as he pulled on her arm.

"GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT! WENDEN SIE NICHT WEG VON MIR!"

The albino man jumped in his skin at the annoyed voice. "Run Birdie!!!" He then dragged the Canadian, his and her suitcases and the pet carrier.

"GILBERT!" The German man yelled as the duo were running.

At that moment Madeline tripped over and fell flat on her face, the Prussian albino was soon to follow. He fell on her back, which then cause the Canadian to yelp in pain.

The blonde German who had been chasing after the duo, specifically the personification of Prussia, had now caught up with them.

"You have much explaining to do, dear Bruder."
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(German) GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT! WENDEN SIE NICHT WEG VON MIR! = GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT! DON'T YOU TURN AWAY FROM ME!

(German) Bruder = Brother

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in ages, really hope this makes up for it!!! Also to let you know I don't actually have a set story line for this story it's just Fluffy/Limey (maybe lemon to be added) PruCan story.