Demon Boy -PruCan-"Non! I'm not doing it! You can't make me!" I huffed irritably, staring into the determined eyes of my brother who was holding two costumes.
One of Batman and one of Robin
"Come on bro, do me a favour!" Alfred whinned, nudging the ridiculously tight looking costume at me, a pleading look in his blue eyes
"No! I'll be here for the party, that's enough!" I huffed, now slightly irritated. I ran my hand through my blonde hair, watching as my brother grumbled and turned away. He would be after me again, trying to get me in that skin tight costume.
"That's just ridiculous, if it wasn't that skin tight I might have done it" I sighed, looking down. I didn't want to go in something with short sleeves like that; it was just too risky.
I didn't want anyone seeing the criss-cross lines against my pale skin, the cherry red glow of the healing cuts, and the pink fleshy colour of the healed scars, each one representing a memory being brought up, each thought of him again
Happy Halloween, BirdieAll Hallows’ Eve. Samhain. Halloween. A night that has had many names over the years. A night that symbolizes the end of summer’s warmth and life, and the beginning of winter’s deathly cold grip. The night of the year when creatures of the night have the most power and roam freely. So take care on this night, and wander not by yourself, for tonight of all nights is the worst night to be alone and vulnerable.Happy Halloween, Birdie3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Up in the sky, thinly veiled by dark clouds, the moon cast a sickly light that drained the color out of everything it touched. Naked trees reached up, bare branches grasping out like clawed hands. Fallen leaves rasped against concrete and crackled under the feet of stray trick-or-treaters.
One small figure had broken away from the others, a little girl dressed as a witch. Her large black hat threatened to fall over her eyes, and her feet kept catching on the long hem of her dress. She shivered as the chilly wind pierced through the thin m
Prucan: Narnia's Not in This ClosetPrucan- Narnia's Not in This ClosetPrucan: Narnia's Not in This Closet4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Pick one, bro!" Alfred dropped the bag on top of my book. Glancing in, I saw that it was filled with a bunch of folded up papers. Great, another one of Alfred's games. At his last party, I just narrowly avoided playing spin the bottle. Alfred seemed to enjoy himself, his lips connected with Arthur's through the rest of the night.
"Alfred, I don't want to play anything," I said, though judging by my brother's face he couldn't hear me over the loud music and drunken laughs. I guess he decided I had agreed and shoved my hand into the bag. Sighing I grabbed a paper which he promptly took from me. He snickered and grabbed the front of my shirt, dragging me through the party. I bumped into people, though they either blamed Alfred or just couldn't find the culprit. Finally he threw me into a closest.
"Wait there, I'll be back with your partner!"
Of all the games to make me play, he chose seven minutes in heaven.
There was only one girl
Comforting [ PruCan ]Okay! Stating this now...in this fic, Mathew isn't forgotten. Reason why:Comforting [ PruCan ]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gilbert talks about his little Birdie so much, he won't let him be forgotten. At least, he won't let Germany and Italy forget him.
Mathew sighed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his red hoodie. He'd been called here by Ludwig because Gilbert had been acting...strange. Apparently, he hadn't come out of his room all day. Now, the normal Gilbert Beilshmidt would be dropping by any and every countries home to, as he would so humbly put it, 'grace all of the unawesome people with his awesome presence.' So, this was definitely not the norm for the loud Prussian. Of course, it was the middle of January, so it had been below zero almost the entire day, not like it really bothered the Canadian. He'd experienced far worse winters. But, the thing was, he'd flown into Germany from Florida, since his brother had insisted on dragging him down from his comfo
PruCan - It's Valentines DayKicking off his boots, Gilbert felt a flood of warmth shudder through him, as he entered the cozy household from the knee deep snow inside, tracking some onto the red carpet. In all honestly, the Albino had been freezing out there, but he was much to awesome for a coat. Sticking to a think black jacket, that seemed to make his muscular chest puff out, he had decided to go out to a friend on this holiday - Valentines day.PruCan - It's Valentines Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Gilbert himself was too manly and awesome to receive anything while they day was still young. That's why nothing had came in the mail or hand delivered yet, right? The light hair male was convinced - But that didn't matter at the moment. While he was awaiting his goods in the mail, the albino called out, "Mattie, I'm here!"
Looking up from his mug of hot chocolate, and the hockey game on TV, Matthew let out a nervous chuckle. "Oh, Gilbert." That was most likely the best greeting the Albino would have gotten, so he took it. "Guten tag, Mattie! Happy valentines day a
If One Would... (PruCan oneshot)No one recognizes me... No one knows who I am... But if just one would...If One Would... (PruCan oneshot)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Canada sat at the end of the hall, listening to the other countries yell at each other, and waiting for them to notice him-- but he knew they never would.
For some reason, he found his eyes drawn to a certain albino ex-nation. Prussia. He allowed himself this one time to loose himself in his thoughts, about what would happen if one day people started noticing him, if one day, that one person he really wanted to notice him would.
He was so intent in his thoughts that he didn't realize that the meeting had ended and he was still staring at the Germanic nation.
Then, something rare happened. One of his fellow countries approached him.
"Mon amour? Is something wrong?" asked France.
"Ah! Papa! I'm sorry! No, nothing's wrong. I was just... Thinking..." the Canadian replied quietly, the way he always talked. Everything about the blonde said 'quiet' and 'shy'.
"I noticed you were staring at Prussia... Why
PruCan: Kiss Me"Kiss me " He whispered, so quietly, Gilbert was sure he had imagined it. But he had seen those soft lips form the words, so he couldn't have imagined it.PruCan: Kiss Me6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He looked quizzical for a long moment, then breathed, " what?"
"Please, just do it ." His voice was soft and whispery like it usually was, but there was something else to it, now. Something a bit pleading. "I want you to "
"But " Gilbert frowned, his eyebrows upturning in confusion. " why?"
"Gil " Matthew sighed, looking away, his hair wavy dirty-blond hair falling over his glasses and shielding his eyes. "F-Forget it I'm sorry "
Gilbert frowned deeper, seeing his melancholy expression, not to mention his tone of voice, even sadder than it usually was. Gently, as gently as he could, he brushed his fingers against Matt's cheek, feeling his breath catch as he did so.
" G-Gil " Matthew muttered before the gap between them was closed. He shifted lightly in his seat so he could lean
Prussia X Canada: NoticablePrussia X Canada:Prussia X Canada: Noticable3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It started out as any other World Meeting did. England and France were in their customary fist fight of the month; America was proclaiming himself as being the so-called "Hero", Russia was terrifying the Baltic states as he talked to them about something that only the world knew what, and China was complaining loudly about how the nations had deteriorated since world knows how many years had passed (in other words he was preaching to his imaginary choir about his woes of being one of the oldest countries still in a good amount of standing). In all honesty Canada was used to the fact that he was being left out of the rest of the countries tomfoolery, he was also used to the fact that the other countries kept forgetting he was there. The invisibility left the Canadian the ability to observe and learn about the others but it also left him with a feeling of loneliness. Sure America acknowledged him from time to time and France was able t
... And One Did (PruCan)Prussia smiled and kissed the blonde again, this time more passionately, threading his hands through the other nation's silky golden hair as Canada pulled him down to straddle his lap.... And One Did (PruCan)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
While running his hands trough Canada's hair, he must have accidentally pulled on his curl, and... Everyone knows what happened next...
When Prussia brushed his fingers against Canada's curl, Canada froze, causing Gil to pull away.
"Vat's wrong, Birdie?" he asked.
"N-nothing... It's just... My curl..." the smaller blonde blushed deeply.
"Vat about your curl?" he asked, running his finger along it again. Canada let out a strangled moan, and Prussia (who was still sitting on Canada's lap), felt the effect his playing with the curl had on Canada. "Kesesesese... So zat's vat it does... In zat case!" He gave the curl a sharp tug.
Canada uttered a slightly animalistic cry and bucked his hips under Prussia, p
PruCan- LonelyPruCan- LonelyPruCan- Lonely4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Man, I'm so awesome!' thought Gilbert Beilschimdt, the personification of Prussia (East Germany), as he walked (strutted) down the large, grand hall of the U.N. Meeting hall in Paris, France. It was France's turn to host the meeting much to his delight, as they were good friends. England on the other hand....not so much. As Prussia got closer to the big, wooden, double doors of the meeting room, his ears picked up the distinct sound of sobbing. He spun around; blood red eyes scanning the area around him, until he found what looked to be a blonde haired boy, with a peculiar curl sticking out, wearing glasses and a red hoodie, and holding what looked to be a polar bear. Gilbert walked over to the boy and crouched down beside him, "Mattie?"
The two had known each other for quite awhile through the introduction of France, and over time, Prussia had developed very strong feelings for the country of Canada. Said Canadian looked up, startled that someone had seen him. "O-oh it
PruCan Valentine's Day“VERDAMMT!” Prussia growled as he ran a hand through his pale hair in frustration. He flopped onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling, as if hoping for the solution to his problem to reveal itself on the blank surface. When no answer made itself apparent, Prussia breathed out loudly through his nose and scowled.PruCan Valentine's Day3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Valentine’s Day was less than a week away, and Prussia had no idea what to do for his boyfriend of one month to celebrate. A person as wonderful as Canada deserved much more than a store-bought card or a box of chocolates or a bouquet of roses. No, whatever Prussia decided to do, it would have to be totally unique and mind-blowingly awesome.
Not that Canada was the sort of person who would blow up at him if he didn’t do anything to celebrate. In fact, he would probably be totally okay if they didn’t do anything. But in Prussia’s mind, there was no way that he would let Birdie get away without knowing just how much he meant to the ex
[ A Deer In The Headlights ] PruCanBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.[ A Deer In The Headlights ] PruCan3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Mathew Williams sighed, wishing the alarm clock would shut up. After maybe the fifth time the machine rang out its shrill tone, the male realized it wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Reaching around blindly, he smacked at the evil, plastic, sleep preventing device until it finally reached the almighty snooze button. The moment the beeping stopped, he sighed softly. Now, to get back to sleep...
"Yo, Mattie! Lil' bro, we got a conference today! Wake up!"
Mathew groaned loudly. Of all the times his brother decides to remember him, it had to be NOW! Yes, that was the reason why Mathew Williams did not want to leave the plush comfort of his mattress. It was the day of a World Meeting. Another day where he gets to sit in a room and listen to all the idiotic countries argue with one another, not even bothering to take notice of him or ask his opinion, not even his snot nose brother would care t
PruCan - Escape PlanLate in the afternoon, after the bell had rung and all the students of had left the building, Hetalia High School was a rather quiet place usually.PruCan - Escape Plan6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"DAMMIT GILBERT! I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THAT!"
Gilbert sprinted manically down the hallway away from the impending wrath of Elizaveta and her frying pan. Ducking down various hallways, he was slowly losing all sense of direction.
Why can't that bitch take a joke?! So what if I filled that prissy four eyes' violin with whipped cream?
"Hey! Doesn't that thing belong to a cooking room or something?" he yelled over his shoulder, darting around a sharp corner. The angry Hungarian ignored his words, and focused solely on keeping up with the albino. He flew around another bend, and stared down the hallway before him. Suddenly, is eyes lit up as he spotted a familiar figure loitering around next to the lockers.
Elizaveta stalked angrily down the halls, eyes glinting dangerously, as she attempted to rel
Seemingly Unnoticed-PruCanSongFic: "We All Fall Down" AerosmithSeemingly Unnoticed-PruCan3 years ago in Drama More Like This
An assortment of blue jeans, slacks, tee shirts, collared shirts and hoodies spilled out of the upturned laundry basket onto the floor of the closet. Matthew managed to smile briefly at his handiwork, before frowning and ripping the tie from around his neck. Throwing it angrily into the mix, he begun to take off the suit jacket so that it could join as well. Usually, Matthew preferred order and neatness but he didnt care today, thats why he had kick the basket over in the first place. What did it matter anyway? Its not like someone is going to notice, they never notice anything having to do with him. The others had always been that way and probably always would be, he thought angrily walking out into the main room to get a change of clothes.
When your heart is breaking
When your faith has been shaken
When the road your takin
Takes you nowhere at all
Another day wasted at the conference center, there wer
Das ist die Liebe: PruCan'Gilbert I have to leave.'Das ist die Liebe: PruCan3 years ago in Romance More Like This
'But Birdie you can't leave me!'
Matthew rolled his eyes at the albino that was currently sprawled over him. He had sat down on the couch to put on his shoes and before he knew it the man was laying in his lap. Luckily for Gilbert Matthew always got ready early and preferred having ample time to leave.
'You don't want me to be late for work do you?' he asked toying with the feathery locks. Gilbert turned on his side, pressing his face into Matthew's shirt mumbling. 'What was that?'
'If you didn't have to go to work then I could spend all day with you,' Gilbert said again. He closed his eyes at the gentle feeling of the long fingers softly running through his hair. It amazed him at how Matthew put up with him. Had he done this to anyone else they would have sent him tumbling to the ground. Matthew on the other hand was soft and gentle, relying instead in persuasion and not violence. It made the man fall even more in love with him every day.
'Yes but if I never
Love is Love - PruCan - Thank you!!Matthew stared down at his phone. He was truly dreading making such a phone call since of course Alfred had to be that overprotective older brother and freak out when he found out that Gilbert and Matthew were getting married. Matthew had already faced one phone call with Alfred and that had not gone well. Alfred had only made matters worse and Gilbert had hung up on him after he saw how distraught Matthew was.Love is Love - PruCan - Thank you!!3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With a small sigh Matthew dialed the familiar Virginia number and wished that Gilbert had stayed in the room instead of going off somewhere else but he knew he had to talk with his brother. The rings seemed to echo in Matthew’s head, causing the rising anxiety to increase tenfold.
‘Sup Mattie?’ Alfred’s voice seemed all to chipper for Matthew’s liking.
‘Al,’ was all he said.
‘That’s me, what’s up?’
Matthew sighed again. He did not get mad, he kept telling himself. ‘You wanted a chance to talk, so talk.
Prussia x Canada - DinnerPrussia x Canada - DinnerPrussia x Canada - Dinner4 years ago in Settings More Like This
He was there, in the midst of the hub-bub, listening to the laughter and drunken slurring, and yet he wasn't there. Not to anyone else at least. Not to his brothers, not to his so-called "friends", not even to the pristine polar bear seated on his lap. He was nowhere not worth the time, nor worth the contemplation.
All the other countries had personality, spunk, mass media attention. He was nought but a big mass of land populated by people that ate nought by maple syrup, carried their hockey sticks everywhere, and ended all their sentences with "ey".
Canada sighed, slumping in the barstool, swirling his fingers around the table top, composing an invisible pattern.
Invisible like him.
He looked up from the composition, up at the people around him.
His older brother, America, was being noisy, as usual, standing on the table with his tie round his head, a drink in one hand and his shirt being swung round in the other. His other older brother, Engl
Truth or Dare?... :PruCan:Truth or Dare?... :PruCan:5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You disgusting pig!" A brunette girl screamed at the obviously wasted man and threw her drink on him. Her red, slushy of a drink poured onto the man's white shirt and made him shiver. The low lying neck allowed the melting concoction to ease it's way down his chest/ leaving a trail of sticky, alcohol reeking slime. His drunken soaked brain could not fully process how his favorite shirt had just gotten ruined, so he just smirked and headed back to the other side of the bar. Two men were hunched over cackling at the blonde's defeat. The pale one spoke first.
"Damn Francis, I cannoot believe sche didn't bead de living sheit oud of you!" The silver haired man hugged himself into a hysteric screech. His ruby eyes overflowed with laughing tears.
"Non, she wanted me, she just was not ready for this." Francis grinned and ran his finger's through his silky hair. The albino and darker man laughed harder as Francis finally returned to his seat.
"Francis," Antonio, the dark man began, "Francis, y
PruCan: Maple Syrup Thief" You taste like Maple Syrup " Matthew muttered quietly, his cheeks turning pink as he pulled away from Gilbert momentarily.PruCan: Maple Syrup Thief6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The red-eyed man's pale cheeks flushed lightly in response. It was quite adorable, Matt noted, smiling a little wider. He looked truly speechless, caught off-guard by the sudden question and unable to produce a decent response on such short notice. If he had been snitching it, Matt figured he would have thought of an excuse, as was Gilbert's usual way. Matthew could always tell when he was lying because of it. Well, that and the excuses normally sucked.
"I " Gilbert began, pushing the mousy blond farther off of his lap. "So?" he demanded, still a bit flustered. He wasn't looking at anything in particular, just avoiding meeting Matthew's eyes.
He was sure that Gilbert never got looks like the one he was giving him now; a look of pure adoration. He looked simply adorable as he avoided looking at Matthew, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Have you b
PruCan - Time for restCanada sighed wearily as he walked through his front door. The day had been long, and the paperwork had seemed endless, not to mention the few times he had been sat on or tripped over. Although all this was pretty much a common occurrence, today had felt like it was ten times worse. He shrugged off his coat, wistfully the hoping for a chance to sit down and rest, but he knew that there would most likely be-PruCan - Time for rest6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey Mattie!" Yup. Matthew looked up at the grinning Prussian that had once again invaded his home. Not that he minded usually. "Awesomeness is here!"
"Hey Gil," he said, sluggishly kneeling down to remove his boots. "You want pancakes right? Just hold on a minute, I'll make you some."
Gilbert stared down at the small blonde man, eyebrows furrowed. "What's up with you today?"
"Hm, wha- oh nothing. I'm fine." Canada stepped out of his shoes and started walking towards the kitchen, only to be pulled back by the other's hand.
"No no no, I don't think it's nothing." Prussia spun him aro
To Lose a Canadian: PruCanIt was much too early for this. Gilbert cracked one red eye open and quickly closed it again. The sunlight that was filtering weakly through the partially closed curtains was just a bit too bright for his liking. He snuggled back under the covers when he noticed a problem: there was a certain Canadian warmth missing.To Lose a Canadian: PruCan3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gilbert groaned, not wanting to venture from beneath the deep red down comforter but not wanting to go back to sleep without his favourite fiancé to cuddle with. He knew it was a tendency of the Canadian to steal all of the top blanket and huddle in some obscure corner of the bed. All Gilbert had to do was find him.
Now finding a person on a bed shouldn’t be that hard but this bed was special. Matthew had wanted just a normal bed, one big enough for the two of them with modest pricing and accented with modest blankets. He regretting ever letting Gilbert accompany him to the store. Gilbert had wondered off while Matthew was looking at the decent
Only Cowards Quit: PruCanThe sharp wind whipped Matthew's hair around his head but it didn't bother him. He closed his eyes as the tears fell. He swiped a sleeve across his face and opened his eyes again looking up to the dark sky. He looked back down at the space beneath him. 200 feet below the passing cars looked minuscule, little lights that flew past, blurring with the tears that had formed again.Only Cowards Quit: PruCan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Matthew let out an exasperated sigh before resuming his pacing once more. His brain brought him back to Alfred. What would he do if he went through with this? Arthur wouldn't even be the same, let alone Alfred. Then his mind became the cruel thing it really was; Alfred pushing him aside harshly to get to something, Alfred laughing at him, Alfred forgetting about him. Alfred didn't care about him. No one cared about him.
That's it. Matthew knew what he had to do now. He stepped up to the edge and looked down once more. The only thing he could think of right now was the bother he would be to the people walking belo
100 themes challenge - Names (PruCan)Eh, what was the use of me being in the world anyway?100 themes challenge - Names (PruCan)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sure, everyone has a reason to live, right? They shouldn't go because they know that their family knows and remembers them.
Too bad for me no one knew who I was.
Just simple old Canada or Matthew, as I got people to call me when I wasn't at the world meetings, but they usually forgot.
I went to say hello to France, my papa as I called him, before and all he did was look at me blankly, and ask the all too familiar question.
"Eh, who are you again sorry?"
Even Japan didn't know me, and he had a memory as I heard.
No one really cared about me not even my own brother America remembered me!
If I was killed, or if I committed suicide, no one would care.
They'd find my body probably, but no one would remember who I was.
No one ever did
And, that's why I was here, standing on the roof of an abandoned building, my body shaking violently as the snow bet against my skin.
"Oh maple should I do this?" I groan
Study Partners -Canadacest-"Dude, how do you know all this? Are you like, some kind of genius?" Alfred whinned beside me, rolling onto his back while (for the fifth time) tried to explain algebra to him. I rolled my eyes at his whining and tucked some hair behind my ear.Study Partners -Canadacest-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"If you stopped talking, you might be able to get it!" I snapped back at him, sliding my glasses further up my nose. Alfred just laughed and nuzzled into my side, hugging me tight.
"Aww, get off me!" I growled again, trying to wriggle out of his tight embrace, the smell of burgers and fries starting to make me feel sick.
"Come on, Matthew! You know you love me!" Alfred grinned again, and dug his fingers into my ribs quite roughly. A loud and shrill yelp erupted from my throat as the electric shock zapped through my whole body, and this time I ended up kicking him in the gut to get off me.
"Ouch! Oh come on you asshole, that was so uncalled for!" Alfred whinned again, clutching at this stomach. I just smiled at him and shut my book tightly and ta
Lessons in French - PruCanMatthew sat in his French class, bored. He had finished his work, again, before anyone else. It was his favorite class and enjoyed the French language very much. Not having anything else to do, the blond boy stared out the window, lost in his own little world.Lessons in French - PruCan5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Unknowing to him, he was being watched. Across the room sat a silver haired, red eyed German teen. He was eyeing the blond, staring. Often he would find himself concentrating more on the Canadian than actually doing the work.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt," came a thick, French accent.
Gilbert looked up to see his French teacher, Mr. Bonnefoy, beckoning him over to his desk with his index finger. Sighing, throwing on his signature smirk, he stood and made his way towards his teacher. All the other students stopped their work and watched, well, all but Matt, who was still staring out the window.
"Ja, Mr. Bonnefoy?" grunted Gil.
Mr. Bonnefoy rummaged through some papers. "I don't suppose I need to tell you how poor your grades are