PruCan Oneshots

There was something about him

There was something about how the older man looked across at the younger man in front of him. It was the look of pure love for nothing but his partner. It was the look of amazement at the fact they were both in this situation. It was the look of luck, the older man thinking of how lucky he had been to find such an amazing man.

There was something in the way the red-eyed man held the hand of his violet-eyed partner. It was gentle as if he was afraid to break it. It was also tight as if he was scared the purple tined eyed man would leave him. It was also their fingers intertwined, securing their love.

There was something in the way the Prussian spoke to the Canadian. His voice, like his eyes, full of love as he declared how much he loved the man beside him. It was hoarse, the way his voice scratched at his through as if he was holding back tears. It was thick, the way his Prussian accent pronounced every word he said. It was also soft, in a way he only spoke to the man, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

There was something about the way the taller man, kissed the smaller, their lips fitting together like a jigsaw finally being completed. His lips had the lingering taste of beer from drinking with his brother the night before. His lips being met with the taste of maple syrup from the smaller man's breakfast. This kiss being the same yet different to all the kisses they had shared before that moment. 

There was something about the way his stomach housed what felt like a million butterflies when he looked across at his now-husband. The same butterfly feeling he got whenever he was around the Canadian, unaware the smaller of the pair was feeling the same butterfly sensation. 

For the blond Canadian, there was something about how much he loved the Silver-haired Prussian looking down at him. Being polar opposites, everyone was unsure of how their relationship was going to work. The Prussian being loud and narcissistic with the Canadian being Quiet and self-conscious. 

For the Canadian, there was something about how the Prussian had brought his out of his shell and helped him become a better version of himself. Letting him know that nothing would harm him because he would be there for him always. 

For the Violet-eyed man, there was something about the way the red-eyed man made him happy in a way no-one else could. No one else could make him feel like he was on cloud nine every minute of the day.

For the pair of the newlyweds, there was something about waking up the next morning as husbands instead of boyfriends or fiances. There was something about the way the blonde laid on his husband's chest, his hand placed on his heart while the other hand one hand wrapped around him, his other laying on the other, his thumb stroking the back of his hand. 

The was something about how the pair were always lovesick for the other, like children with a crush. The pair treating one another on small dates, ensuring that the small Canadian always felt comfortable in regards to his social anxiety. 

For the pair, there was always something new or old about the other they loved deeply. They knew that what they had was unbreakable, and now that they were married, the whole world knew. They knew that Matthew Williams and Gilbert Beilschmidt were the perfect couple.