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[Fanfic] Hetalia: Prussia/Canada

Title: Offer from the Neglected
Characters/Pairings: Prussia/Canada
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Once Canada got over the confusion of hearing such an offer from someone he'd never really spoken to, it actually made a lot of sense.
Author's Note: This is fluff and humor trying to disguise itself as something serious.


The first time Gilbert had appeared on Canada’s doorstep, he’d been surprised more than anything else. He couldn’t remember ever having a real conversation with the ex-nation, and he couldn’t think of a reason that Germany would send him. Then again, he doubted Gilbert ever allowed himself to be ‘sent’ anywhere. The only thought that was very solid in Canada's mind was that Gilbert was tapping out a rhythm on the doorbell, and it was rather obnoxious.


Composing himself with a soft smile, Canada had opened the door. Before he could articulate the greeting he'd intended, Gilbert had opened his mouth and announced, “Hey! I was thinking. Ya know, I’m not exactly a nation anymore, and you might as well not be one with as much attention as you get. So why don’t we have sex?”


Canada had blinked twice and politely shut the door in his face.


The next day, Gilbert was back with the same proposal. The only difference was that he'd decided it would be intelligent to wear gloves in the snow, and he was rubbing his hands together as he grinned. Canada gave the same answer. The following day he showed up again, and Canada added an irritated “No!” to his response. On the fourth day, Canada was convinced that Gilbert was the perfect union of America’s stubbornness and France’s one-track mind. It disturbed him.


Forced acknowledgement came on the fifth day, Gilbert caught the edge of the door before Canada could slam it shut. He wrenched it back open, eyebrows raised and a twisted smile on his face that was more amused than threatening. “C’mon, it’s cold out here, and I’m gettin’ kinda bored with your comebacks. Let me come inside?”


He looked like he was trying to be adorable and failing at it miserably. That in and of itself was kind of adorable. The sight drew a flicker of something in Canada’s chest, but he was still wary of the mischievous glint in the red eyes. Supposing that he should be glad the man was asking for permission (though it sounded like a command), Canada flushed and reluctantly nodded. “O-okay, but only because I don’t want to close the door on your fingers. But we’re not, ah, doing that.” He took a step back, and Gilbert pushed past him with a triumphant grin.


The thick coat that Gilbert had worn was thrown haphazardly over the table (even though there was a coat rack right beside it!), and it slipped to the floor, spilling accumulated snow on the tile. Canada hurried to pick up the coat and hang it in the proper place. When he straightened, he found himself alone in the hall. “Oh dear…” he said to himself, hurrying forward to see where Gilbert had disappeared to in his lovely house that he hoped would still be lovely when whatever was happening was done with.


He found him in the living room, lounging across the length of the couch, one leg propped up on the coffee table. The television was blaring. “Hey, get over here,” he called out as though sensing Canada on the threshold. Canada could hear the smile in his voice even though he couldn’t see his face.


“Oh, um…” Canada walked forward cautiously, his original confusion returning. He passed the couch and felt Gilbert’s eyes on him as he moved to take a seat in the chair cattycornered to it.


Gilbert let out a light laugh, somehow still managing to look powerful and attractive while sprawled over the floral upholstery. “Cute, but not what I meant…” He stretched onto his side and patted the space of the cushion opposite his hips.


“No thank you,” Canada said with a strained smile. He couldn’t understand where this had all come from, and he most definitely wasn't comfortable with where it was going.


“Why not?” Gilbert asked, voice containing the dark edges of something Canada would have hesitated to call a sulk. Hesitated, because any sulk that Gilbert showed was surely an act (the man had more depth than that) and also hesitated because he would have taken it as an insult; Canada was scared of insulting him even in his thoughts.


“I… don’t…” the involuntary host started and faltered. “Why are you here?”


The ex-nation brushed the ends of his ragged hair from his face with the back of his hand. “Darlin’, I’ve been telling you that every day for the past week.”


Canada blushed, but forced himself not to let it drop. “No, that’s not… I mean… Why here? Don’t you have other, um, interests? I don’t think we’ve ever really spoken, or…” He seemed to remember Gilbert being very close to France and Germany and… Oh. But France was with England, and Germany was with Italy, so… Oh. That subject was probably bad. He tried to backpedal. “I mean, not that you’re not nice to talk to, and, um, not that I’m not flattered, or…”


Gilbert burst into animated laugher, twisting on the couch, back arched.


Canada’s eyes followed the strong lines, but he caught himself and shook his head frantically. No, no, no, bad.


“What the hell, man?” Gilbert managed finally, looking at him with a bright grin and eyes that flashed with humor. “You’re way better with words at the meetings.”


“The… meetings…?” he repeated, taken aback. Canada tilted his head slightly, trying to remember when he last spoke at any of the world meetings.


Gilbert sat up, leaned forward slightly, arms resting on his legs. He was smirking. “Yeah, the meetings. Your side commentary is fucking hilarious. I can’t believe I never noticed it before.”


Canada blushed furiously, eyes wide in abject terror as he realized what his visitor was talking about. “You heard that?!” he managed in a mortified voice that jumped a few octaves.


“Course I did. You’re fucking brilliant, kid.” Gilbert worked his shoulders lazily and draped an arm across the back of the couch. “Russia’s bunch is like the Addams family, by the way.”


“Oh God…”


“You really shouldn’t speak so clearly if you don’t want people to hear it,” Gilbert advised with a wider smile, drumming the fingers of his other hand on one knee.


“But… none of the nations ever hear me!” Canada tried desperately as he buried his face in his hands. “I’ve been doing it for years!”


“Well, I’m not really a nation anymore, am I?”


Canada looked up. Gilbert’s voice was different. Hollow. Bitter. His smile was still there, hadn’t moved at all, but somehow it had become dangerous. The expression on his face was just on the other side of feral, and his red eyes were locked unwaveringly on Canada’s blue ones. How could it change so suddenly, in mere seconds? A shiver of fear ran down his spine, but he did not look away.


“Get over here,” Gilbert said smoothly, leaning back against the cushions and lolling his head backwards. His eyes fell closed, but the smile was untouched.


Canada rose to his feet in a daze and drifted towards him, not fully grasping what he was doing. He knew Gilbert. Yes, this was the first time they’d really spoken, but he’d been watching him for years, just as he’d watched the others. Gilbert was hard not to notice, even if it wasn’t one’s intention. He demanded everyone’s attention, he was loud, he was confident, he was relentless, and he was strong. Canada knew that he was seeing a taste of something rarely shown.


He went to his knees on the cushions beside Gilbert, hands in his lap, still a space away. The ex-nation opened his eyes slowly, eased his head to side, and looked at him. Canada swallowed hard past the weight in his throat. “You… you never really answered… why me?”


There was a light sigh, but he acquiesced. “You’ve got a sharp tongue without really being a bitch. You’ve got your bro’s looks without being a complete asshole. You’re kind… Do you know how many nations can be called kind? It ain’t a big number, kid,” Gilbert said in a low, rough voice. He lifted a hand to lazily touch his fingertips to the side of Canada’s face, allowing for the younger’s small jump of surprise. “Plus, you survive up here alone in the snow without going mad like Russia or going silent like Iceland.” Then he laughed. “You think I have this kind of conversation with many of our delightful family? No. But you’re not the type to go anywhere with it. You ain’t the manipulative type, you won’t blackmail me, and you won’t mock me. I’m a little tired of fucking in that crowd. Thought I’d look outside it.”


It was a legitimate reason, then. It had been thought out. He wasn’t a random choice. Canada raised his hand to touch Gilbert’s leg, faltered, but managed it. He looked down, flushing slightly. It wasn’t like Gilbert wasn’t attractive. He was very attractive and not just in body. And he was a bit of an enigma. And funny. And passionate. And… maybe… this made at least a little sense. “Okay,” Canada managed in a soft voice, unable to believe the word had made it off his tongue.


Gilbert’s hand traveled slowly down his face and hooked beneath his chin, guiding him to look up. He searched Canada’s eyes carefully. Then the smirk was back, the real one, the teasing one. “Tell me if I go too fast. I get carried away really easily, and I ain’t in this to conquer anything. Got it? We’re even in this.”


Canada nodded even though he doubted he’d be able to manage anything above a particularly eloquent squeak, let alone a protest.


He’d forgotten how much quick grace was concealed in that battle-worn body even though he’d heard all the stories. Gilbert was kissing him before he’d even registered that he’d moved. Oh, they’d both moved. Canada was on his back now. There was too much to concentrate on. Gilbert’s hands were traveling roughly up his sides, bunching the fabric of his shirt coarsely above his ribs. The ex-nation was a warm weight on his chest that was a little too heavy, but it didn’t hurt. His mouth fit perfectly over Canada’s on the first try, parting the younger nation’s lips simply by moving slightly, tongue tracing to the corner of his mouth, over his bottom lip, and then forward to touch the hesitant one beneath him.


It was so foreign. Canada had never expected to be in this position, to be under Prussia, East, Gilbert. In five days they’d gone from absolutely nothing to Gilbert’s hand slipping across his stomach, down his leg, to Canada clutching his fingers in the unkempt white hair, other hand at the base of Gilbert’s back, pressing him closer. He raised his arms above him as Gilbert’s hands tugged on his shirt, pulling it over his head. Then Gilbert sat up, straddling the blonde beneath him, crossed his arms in an x over his stomach and pulling his own shirt off in one fluid movement. The ex-nation grinned, watching Canada’s eyes travel over his scarred, strong torso, settle for a moment on his dogtags, and then rise to his face.


“Like what you see?” he asked cockily, splaying a hand on Canada’s equally bare chest.


“Um…” Canada managed, swallowing thickly.


Gilbert laughed, planted his hands above either shoulder, and leaned down to kiss him, twisting his head somewhat as he did so. He raked his teeth lightly over his lip, pulling slightly. When Canada didn’t protest, Gilbert let go and then bit a little harder before nipping at his jawline, the curve of his neck and shoulder, his throat, his collar bone. Canada arched into the contact, making a small noise that made Gilbert smile against his flushed skin. “Good,” he breathed. “I like teeth too.”


Using those words to steel himself, Canada shifted his head to the side until he could run his tongue timidly down the shell of Gilbert’s ear and nibble at the lobe. Gilbert pulled back slightly, looked at him curiously. Then his face cracked in a grin, and he kissed Canada full on the mouth, arms slipping around his more slender body, pulling them together. Their legs twined, the fabric feeling too coarse and too thick, separating too much of them. Gilbert’s hands brushed downwards before hooking in the belt loops of Canada’s jeans.


As he started to pull them over his hips, Canada pulled back, breaking the kiss, and pressing a finger to Gilbert’s lips.


The ex-nation looked questioningly at him.


“You said…” Canada began, chest heaving, “…that we were equal in this, and I never give it away on the first date.”


Gilbert blinked at him as though not believing what he was hearing. Then he scowled and cursed. “Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”


Canada laughed, hearing the understanding in Gilbert’s voice. “Relax…” he said. He twisted his fingers in the older man’s dogtags, pulled him down into a kiss. “I didn’t say we had to stop.” Canada smiled, still looking a little shy, but his voice was steady. “Just keep it above the waist.”


Gilbert cursed again and grumbled something inaudible, but he complied. His hands settled on Canada's hips, and he stared there for a moment as though drawing an imaginary line in his head that he'd have to keep track of.

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Jul. 13th, 2009 04:30 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I think they're so adorable, and there's so much potential there <3 I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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Jul. 13th, 2009 04:35 pm (UTC)
XD Thank you. It's hard to write something with Gilbert that isn't hot.

B-but these two NEED more love D: Give in to the adorableness! Rejoice in it! /lame

Lol I know what you mean... I can't even begin to count how many pairings I support for this fandom. Wait. -tries-

...Seventeen. Wait. Eighteen. Wait. Twenty. Wait. Twenty-one.

...Yeah that's it. Holy crap that seems like a ton O.O
Jul. 13th, 2009 12:16 am (UTC)
Wow, this is amazing. It's so sexy and sweet and in character and adorable and funny. Your characterizations of both of them just blew me away, and the way you have them interacting is just so perfect and so unexpected, I completely loved it. Prussia's touches of unexpected vulnerability, and Canada's unexpected backbone just really meshed perfectly together.

Also, it was hot. Really, really hot.

Wow. This is just great. Really, really awesome job.
Jul. 13th, 2009 04:37 pm (UTC)
-blush- Thank you very much!
Jul. 13th, 2009 12:35 am (UTC)
Yesss~ It's all I'm going to say. These two are my ultimate pairing, this fic was in-character and great.
Jul. 13th, 2009 04:38 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow, glad to see someone else that supports it! There doesn't seem to be that many of us lol ^^;

Thank you so much!
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Jul. 13th, 2009 04:39 pm (UTC)
XD That's probably one of my favorite mental images ever. Thank you! <3
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Jul. 13th, 2009 04:43 pm (UTC)
Um. Your icon is perfect. Just so you know.

XD Thank you! Yeah, this came into my head after the last part of the 28 Days Later fic when I started thinking "Dang, these two are adorable. Gotta try that."

You know Gilbert was crying on the inside when Canada said that XD He's too used to France.

There isn't very much of this pairing ;_; I can only think of two other fanworks with them in it, one comic and one fic.

Hey, would you mind if I plugged you in the end of my next fic? Cuz a lot of the readers that comment on my stuff were left over from the Midnight series, and I think they'd like that fic you did.
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(no subject) - ghostofthemotif - Jul. 13th, 2009 07:13 pm (UTC) - Expand
Jul. 13th, 2009 02:13 am (UTC)
There needs to be more of this pairing. So cute ♥

I loved every bit of this. Prussia's relentlessness and Canada being a good girl boy. Wonderful :D
Jul. 13th, 2009 04:45 pm (UTC)
There really should be. They're too adorable for words.

XD Canada is such a precious girl boy.
Jul. 13th, 2009 02:28 am (UTC)
That was adorable! I never would've pictured those two together, but it made sense.
Jul. 13th, 2009 04:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you! When I first saw this pairing I was kinda skeptical, but the more I thought about it the more I liked it. Now I think they're absolutely adorable and they're one of my favorite ships <3

Your icon made me laugh btw.
Jul. 13th, 2009 02:41 am (UTC)
I like this waaaaaay more than I should XD
Jul. 13th, 2009 04:49 pm (UTC)
XD I share that sentiment. Thank you <3
Jul. 13th, 2009 02:47 am (UTC)
This was wonderful. You kept them in character but still managed to make Canada sexy. And their interaction was just spot on. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping for a follow up.
Jul. 13th, 2009 04:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much <3 I am seriosuly considering writing more ^^; They're too cute to ignore.
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Jul. 13th, 2009 03:13 am (UTC)
Like damn, I never thought Prussia and Canada could be hot. Weirdly enough, someone asked me to write this pairing for them, and I was like...uh, have they ever interacted? Not ever in real life. I never thought to make that the focus of the story - very clever! I like it.
Jul. 13th, 2009 03:14 am (UTC)
*Not EVEN in real life. Er, although the other way makes sense too. Sorry, bit of a grammar Nazi.
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Jul. 13th, 2009 03:38 am (UTC)
Oh this is wonderful! I love the added depth to Gilbert and Matthew was so adorable >.< I also like the differentiation you made by calling Prussia "Gilbert" and Canada "Canada" to note how Prussia itself doesn't really exist any more. I hope you write more for this couple!
Jul. 13th, 2009 04:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much =] I'll be writing more with them in it <3
Jul. 13th, 2009 03:52 am (UTC)
The first date~? Does this mean.... there's a next time? ;D

Anyways, this is great. I had never really thought of this pairing before, but I really enjoyed reading this. Great job!
Jul. 13th, 2009 04:57 pm (UTC)
XD There will definitely be a next time. Thank you so much! <3
Jul. 13th, 2009 04:35 am (UTC)

I-I never even thought about this but now... >W<

Jul. 13th, 2009 04:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you <3 I really wish there was more of this pairing...
Jul. 13th, 2009 09:03 am (UTC)
I'm glad you decided to turn this crack pairing into a fic of its own. Canada's hesitant behavior is perfect in contrast to Prussia's "lets do it right now" personality. They seem to counter each other nicely; Canada brings Gilbert down a couple notches and Gilbert brings Canada out of his shell.

And I love the idea that Canada uses the fact that he's ignored to make a ton of snark about it.

Tres Bien!
Jul. 13th, 2009 05:03 pm (UTC)
I have found that I take crack pairings to be personal challenges to make them look legit lol. Thank you so much <3

I like to think that Canada sits in his chair at world meetings and does a John Stuart routine while everyone else talks >.>;
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