A new PruCan Chapter fic for all you lovelies~ I hope you enjoy it. If it gets good review's I might keep it going but I don't know if it will all be as long as this one :) anyways Enjoy~

Lonely wasn't a word that was often used to describe Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was a fairly friendly guy but he had two main friends that he would hang out with. Antonio and Francis. They were all very similar as well so it was a pretty normal friendship but they weren't exactly normal people. The three were loud and often called jerks by all the other countries. Yes. Countries. Gilbert however was no longer considered an actual country so when his friends and brother went to a world meeting he was left alone. So he was particularly overjoyed when his brother offered to let him tag along

"Bruder. would you….would you like to….G-Go to the world meeting with me?" Ludwig asked hesitantly, his little Italian lover on his arm (Obviously this was his idea to begin with.) Gilbert almost jumped from his spot on the couch

"J-Ja! Of course mein bruder!" he teased, wrapping his arms around his brother's neck and hugging him happily. Ludwig sighed.

"Ja, ja. You've got to promise to behave though." He said, still sounding rather irritated but this didn't put Gilbert off in the least

"Danke West!" He said, sounding quite like a small child getting a treat.

The next day came and the two countries and one ex-nation went to their meeting. It was about ten minutes before the meeting started when Gilbert spotted him. The little blonde sat at the far end of the table with a slightly bored look on his face as he fiddled with the pen in his fingers. He was currently wearing a suit with a grey jacket and pants and a red tie on his collar. The Albino studied the blonde a little longer, watching those striking violet eyes as they followed the moments of the pen with the random doodling that he was doing, a small piece of his hair stuck out in a stubborn little curl, much like the Italian brothers who were currently discussing the best types of cheese which led to an argument about pizza and pasta with the words 'potato bastard' thrown in every now and then. The blonde's curl was different though, It didn't protrude from the side of his head but from towards the front a bit, a cuter and more bouncy curl in it. The look behind those glasses and the way he nibbled his bottom lip made Gilbert's heart flutter, his face a slight shade of pink. Even though the boy resembled America Gilbert knew it wasn't him. No, America was a really nice piece of ass but he was a little too arrogant for Gilbert. This man was cute, sweet looking, and those violet eyes...shimmered in a way Gilbert couldn't quite place but he loved it. The Prussian tapped his brother's shoulder.

"Hey West, who's the cute blonde guy over there?" He asked, still looking over at the blonde. Ludwig huffed

"Why don't you go ask him?" The German muttered, too busy looking over his papers to notice who Gilbert had pointed to. Gilbert's throat knotted up and his stomach did flips

"O-Okay…" He said softly, standing and slowly making his way over to the blonde.

Matthew blinked as he looked up at the man who had tapped him on the shoulder. His little doodles of his polar bear munching on a stack of pancakes drenched in Maple syrup laying forgotten on the table in front of him. No one ever really acknowledged him much at all so this was an usual thing for him. The albino man smiled at Matthew with a wide grin that reminded him very much of a Cheshire cat.

"U-Um...Hello..?" Matthew mumbled softly, finally as the other man spoke, the first words out of his mouth it gave Matthew two words to speak for him 'total. Jerk.'

"Hallo there~ I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt~ Formerly known as the Prussian Empire~ What's your name~?" He asked. Matthew gave a heavy sigh and gave 'Prussia' a bored look

"I'm Canada." He answered simply, brushing the other aside as he went back to his idle doodling, flinching slightly when his large hand was laid on his shoulder

"Do you not have a human name? I don't particularly like Country names….other than with that bastard Russia." Matthew growled softly at that last part, his relationship with 'Ivan' wasn't exactly the best at the moment since they'd broken up about a week ago. He huffed as he brushed Gilbert's hand aside

"It's Matthew…" He said softly, putting his pen down and turning to Gilbert with an irritated look

"Matthew Williams." He finished, a slight glare in his violet eyes as he looked into the shining Crimsons that looked down at him.

When Gilbert saw that look he gulped a bit

"Well um...Matthew. How would you like to come and get lunch with me during lunch break?" He asked, his grin faltering a bit. Matthew shook his head

"No thank you. I've got plans for lunch." He lied softly, sighing a bit

"Dinner then?" Gilbert retorted. Matthew sighed

"No. Gilbert." He huffed

"I'm sorry but I've got an early flight back to Canada." He said sternly, that expression fading when he looked up and saw the hurt look on Gilbert's face

"I-I can't this time but…" He paused a moment. He knew he was going to regret this later

"M-Maybe I can give you my number and we can some other time…" He said softly, sighing as Gilbert's expression immediately turned back to a smile

"Ja~ That sounds...awesome~" He said happily. The two exchanged phone numbers and Gilbert sent Matthew a text just to make sure it was the right number. Matthew was glad for once that no one paid attention to him since his phone went off in the middle of the first half of the meeting. He shot a glare over at Gilbert who just gave him a flirtatious wink, making the Canadian blush furiously.

The first half was finally over when and Matthew walked out into the hallway with a heavy sigh, his hand rubbing the back of his head with a heavy sigh as he loosened his tie a bit

"This is absolute torture…" He muttered to himself, squeaking a bit as he was grabbed and pinned to the wall

"Hallo Matthew~" He heard the voice of the Prussian say in his ear

"I thought I'd catch you before lunch~" He teased, smirking at the Canadian. Matthew blushed as he looked up at the Prussian, both hands supporting his weight on the wall

"U-Uh...w-what are you-mph?!" He was stopped when the Prussian's lips pressed against his in a kiss

"Just a little something sweet before the break~" He chuckled sweetly as his hand played with the Canadian's tie

"Danke leibe~" He purred, smirking as he walked away from him, leaving the Canadian frozen where he was, his expression one of shock as his mouth hung open and his eyes wide

"M-Maple…" He muttered softly.

Matthew rubbed his temple as he sat in the airport, his phone buzzed the familiar tune of 'Oh Canada' in the 8-bit style that Alfred had made for him once. Matthew looked at the phone and sighed as '1 new text' flashed across the screen. He opened the message and frowned as he read who the sender was. None other than that damned Prussia. He pulled it up with a sigh

"Hallo there Matthew~ What's up~? ;) " Matthew gave an annoyed sigh as he texted back

"I'm waiting on my flight to board, Prussia. What is it? I won't get to talk long." 'and it's such a shame' he thought as he got a text back

"It's Gilbert. I'm not technically not a country anymore. I'm bored cause West and his boyfriend Italy are on a date :P I'm alone in a big house so I wanted to talk." Matthew sighed. Why did he always have to be so pitiful. They continued to idly chat for a while, arguing several times about Matthew calling Gilbert by his human name as Matthew tried to change the subject. Finally Matthew's flight was called and he couldn't be more relieved

"I have to go now. Goodbye Prussia." Matthew blushed at the last text from Gilbert, blushing dark red

"Okay Mattie~ And it's Gilbert Babe ;) "

When Matthew finally arrived back in Canada he was so glad to get home and forget his troubles. He tossed his suitcase on the couch before walking heavily upstairs. He lay back on the bed and smiled a little bit as his polar bear crawled up next to him before laying on his chest

"Hello Kuma." He said softly, smiling as the little bear looked down at him with his curious little beady eyes

"Who are you?" The little bear asked. Matthew sighed slightly

"I'm your owner dummy." He teased, fluffing the bears fur "Canada."

"Oh." The bear said softly, nuzzling his nose under Matthew's hand

"Food?" He asked softly. Matthew sighed softly and pet the little bear gently

"Sure thing. What would you like?" He asked, smoothing the little bears fur slightly

"Pancakes." The bear said simply. He hardly ever spoke more than one word but it was normally enough to get his point across to Matthew. Matthew walked downstairs with the little bear in his arms

"I'm too tired to cook right now Kuma. I'll make you pancakes some other time. How about some tuna right now?" He asked, patting his head as he sat him down on the floor in front of his food bowl and got a can of tuna out of the fridge

"Cold. Just how you like it." He said softly. Kuma looked up at him and nodded a bit. Matthew but the Tuna into his bowl and smiled as he tossed the can into the bin. He sighed softly as he leaned on the counter and took out his phone, turning it on and blinking as it was suddenly flooded with texts and calls. How long had that flight taken? His papa, Alfred, Arthur, Russia?, Prussia of course, and a few more numbers that he did and didn't know. The first number to call was Russia but he didn't really want to talk to him so Alfred was the first one he had to call back. As soon as Alfred answered he was barraged with yelling and other unintelligible things, holding the phone away from his face until Alfred stopped

"A-Alfred...slow down a bit. I didn't catch any of that and you're hurting my eardrums…" He muttered softly. A growl was heard from his brother as he finally spoke

"Are you seriously dating that fuck!?" He asked, in an irritated and strained normal voice. Matthew jumped a bit

"H-Huh? What are you talking about Alfred? Dating who?" He asked. Alfred Growled

"Gilbert! Gilbert fucking Beilschmidt!" He yelled. Matthew's eyes went wide and his face paled a bit

"W-What?! Where did you hear that?!" He asked in a hushed yell with a slight squeak.

"Everyone's been talking about it dude! Someone said they saw you two making out in the hall before lunch!" He said seriously. Matthew gulped a bit, his face bright red. Oh god. Someone had seen that?

"M-Maple…" He muttered quietly to himself

"A-Alfred...I-I'm not dating...G-Gilbert…" He said, cringing at his name. Alfred was silent for a moment

"You're not fucking with me right? You're seriously not dating him?" He asked. Matthew sighed softly and walked over before flopping on the couch

"Non….I'm not kidding Al." He said softly, rubbing his temple

"I'm not dating him. We aren't together. Thanks for the headache Al..." He muttered softly. A heavy sigh was heard from Alfred

"Thank fucking god….I was about to go and kick that guys ass." He said, chuckling softly.

"Well you have some explaining to do to everyone else then. I'm gonna let you go dude. You should call Ivan. He's been trying to reach you and man is he pissed." He said softly. Matthew raised a brow with a slight smile

"Ivan?" He asked. The blush was apparent in Alfred's tone

"R-Russia! Ivan Whatever dude! J-Just call him." He said before hanging up. Matthew sighed softly and checked the rest of his messages. He didn't want to speak to anyone but scrolling through Prussia's message he paled at the latest one

"Mein gott Matthew. If you don't stop ignoring me this is going to get out." A photo was attached to the message. A picture of the two of them in the hallway at lunch break, Gilbert's kissing him had been photographed. God the face Matthew was making, the way Gilbert's hand was grasping his tie, and the way they were positioned against the wall. Oh got this wasn't going to help the fact that every country was going to see the photo and think that Matthew was dating that jerk. Matthew felt like he was going to faint. Oh god what had Gilbert done. He really hoped that invisibility would hold out for this.