CuCan Fanfiction

Ouch

Before I start, I would like to point out I speak neither french or german, and I would love it if ya'll would get off my back about using google translate. If you would like to correct my spelling, please comment. I do not own any of the characters, this is a fanfiction for Hetalia(check it out and we can fangirl over it together). The art has been ripped off Pinterest. Annnd, that's about it. Pls comment. This is a possible lemon, by the way. And by "possible" I mean if you guys send me more then five requests, it's happening. 

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Canada was sprawled half asleep on his couch, a remote control grasped in his weak fingers. He was channel surfing with a bowl of long-gone popcorn beside him and Kuma lying on his lap, keeping his side and stomach warm, thank god. 

He'd missed a world meeting today, although he doubted anyone would notice. He never talked to anyone other than Prussia, and not for lack of trying. Heck, he could be lying dead in his driveway and if anybody noticed, he'd declare it a national holiday. Except he'd be dead...how would that work, wait...

Just then, a commercial about people falling on ice came on. Matthew gave the TV a disgusted glare and turned it off, not finding the actors amusing in the least bit.

He attempted getting to his feet only to fall back on the couch, his whole face draining of colour as the blinding pain nearly knocked him out. Kumajirou glared at him as if scolding him for being an imbecile. "Sorry," he gasped, his eyes tearing up as he clutched at his side. He looked down at the small annoyed looking bear and released his side, noticing with distress that it had turned a weird, sickly shade of purple since he'd last dared check on it. He gave Kuma's head a small pat before reaching for the remote control again. He didn't really want the other countries to worry, so he'd decided not to call an ambulance a little while back, but dear maple it hurt. "I brought this one on myself, didn't I pall?" He asked Kuna, feeling the weariness he'd been carrying around spill into his voice.


That's how Gilbert found him a few hours later. Collapsed on the old ruby couch, holding Kuma close to him with one hand and trying very hard not to move too much. He'd long given up on Netflix, as he'd already finished binge-watching everything worth binge-ing in the first place. So when Gilbert and Gilbird walked in, they caught him staring outside his window uninterestedly. "Zee awesome me has returned!" The Prussian exclaimed happily and plopped himself down on the couch beside Matthew. "Joy..." He replied sarcastically, blinking to hide the tears that had sprung in his eyes. Upon sitting down, the Prussian had made the couch move, tilting Matthew on his injured side. ''Vhy is mien birdie in the foul mood?"

Matthew glared at him, earning himself a wide grin. "Is you on your period?" Gilbert asked with a smirk, to the Canadian's shock. "I'm not even going to grace that with a comment." He replied drily, pushing him away, even though it caused him an immense amount of pain to even move his arm at this point. The albino had slung his arm around Matthew's shoulders, apparently oblivious to how much he was hurting him. "Tu es une bite." the Canadian hissed in pain, no longer able to hold it back. The Prussian apparently was blind and deaf, however. He didn't see that Matthew could barely move or that he really didn't want anyone touching him. No. He only saw what he wanted to see.

Prussia's POV

Gilbert chuckled when the Canadian pushed him away and shoved him back playfully, laughing as the younger man wheezed dramatically, clutching at his side. Birdie even managed to look like he was about to cry! Who knew Canadians were such good actors? "Arête!" Matthew hissed staying down, a look of mock anger in his eyes. He'd landed flat on his back and was making a point of gasping in apparent pain. It was terribly endearing if nothing else. He looked so small and vulnerable in that moment that Gilbert couldn't help himself. He straddled the younger man and bent down, kissing his cold dry lips, hands knotting in his golden hair. Matthew gasped something out, his hands between them. He was pushing against Gilbert's chest weakly, signalling him to get rid of his shirt.

The Prussian man pulled away just enough to remove his shirt. That s gave Mattie the chance to take a deep, shuddering breath. "You're hurting me, you imbecile!" He gasped out after a few seconds of trying to catch his breath.