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It was a quiet, peaceful evening in Canada's home. He was sitting on the couch, watchong the Toronto Marlies kick the Lake Erie Monsters butts. He cheered loudly, louder then normal, eating his pancakes hungerily as he intently watched the screen until-
"THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS ME HAS ARRIVED!" Canada jumped in his seat, spilling the pancakes on the ground, turning down the volume on his t.v., looking up as his Prussian friend entered the room, Kumajiro following behind. "Hey, birdie!" He clapsed a hand on the other's back with a grin, plopping on the couch beside the Canadian. Matthew turned off the t.v. 'Guess I won't be watching that..'
"Hey, Gilbert. What's up, eh?" He said quietly, blushing as an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
"Just came to see my favourite little Canadian! Plus, I have a present for you." Gilbert held out a neatly wrapped gift with small red maple leaves on it. Canada timidly took it in his hands. The last time this happened.. He didn't want to talk about it. The Canadian eagerly, tearing the box open to reveal..
"A NEW HOCKEY STICK AND MAPLESYRUP?!"
Very un-characteristic of him, Canada shierked loudly and hugged the Prussian tightly. "Merci! Merci!"
Prussia smirked (awesomely) , placinga gentle kiss to Matthew's lips. They tasted like maple syrup, which Prussia enjoyed. Deeply.
"You're welcome, Birdie. I have an idea! Let's do something /awesome/ with that maple syrup. Kesesesese~" The Prussian sat up, walking towards the Canadian's bedroom.
"Gil...."
The Prussian turned around, placing a finger to his lips, smirking hungerily as he beckoned Matthew along.
A wild night it would be. For sure.
"THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS ME HAS ARRIVED!" Canada jumped in his seat, spilling the pancakes on the ground, turning down the volume on his t.v., looking up as his Prussian friend entered the room, Kumajiro following behind. "Hey, birdie!" He clapsed a hand on the other's back with a grin, plopping on the couch beside the Canadian. Matthew turned off the t.v. 'Guess I won't be watching that..'
"Hey, Gilbert. What's up, eh?" He said quietly, blushing as an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
"Just came to see my favourite little Canadian! Plus, I have a present for you." Gilbert held out a neatly wrapped gift with small red maple leaves on it. Canada timidly took it in his hands. The last time this happened.. He didn't want to talk about it. The Canadian eagerly, tearing the box open to reveal..
"A NEW HOCKEY STICK AND MAPLESYRUP?!"
Very un-characteristic of him, Canada shierked loudly and hugged the Prussian tightly. "Merci! Merci!"
Prussia smirked (awesomely) , placinga gentle kiss to Matthew's lips. They tasted like maple syrup, which Prussia enjoyed. Deeply.
"You're welcome, Birdie. I have an idea! Let's do something /awesome/ with that maple syrup. Kesesesese~" The Prussian sat up, walking towards the Canadian's bedroom.
"Gil...."
The Prussian turned around, placing a finger to his lips, smirking hungerily as he beckoned Matthew along.
A wild night it would be. For sure.
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OH JESUS YES. Soo cuuuuutee. Oh God WHY. My beloved Prucan, I've been neglecting you~