So, this is my first Hetalia fanfiction. Yay~! I've loved the series for a looooong time but just recently fell in love with Prussia. Kesese....
Uh, anyways, I digress.

Warnings - Yaoi. BoyxBoy. There will be lemon. There will be lime. There will be swearing, most often in other languages.

Pairing - PrussiaxCanada FTW.

Blowing his curl out of his face, Matthew stirred the bowl of pancake mix he was holding with surprising ease. Kumajiro sat on his shoulders, watching with a bored expression as his owner (whose name he couldn't quite recall) continued with making their breakfast.

This was a common occurrence in Canada's house; every day the country would wake up in the morning and cook a huge serving of pancakes for him and his polar bear. Setting the bowl down, Matthew looked up at Kumajiro, sighing softly. He felt even more alone than usual. For some reason, he wanted another person to enjoy his cooking and perhaps even remember his name.
"Eh, Kumajiro," he mumbled, closing his violet eyes as he gently reached up and pulled the bear off his shoulders and into his arms. "Why does no one see me? I try to be noticed..."

The bear stared blankly up at him, blinking a few times before replying, "Who are you?"
Despite himself, Canada smiled. It was so like Kumajiro to forget him, especially at a time like this. Patting the bears head, he brushed aside his feelings of self pity, not wanting to ruin the day completely and continued to make his pancakes.
After he had the pancakes cooking on the stove, he relaxed a bit, the smell making his feelings of loneliness fade away with the scent of his favourite food. He began to think of trivial things that most nations would not stop to think about. Things like nature, hockey, maple syrup.... Mmm, maple syrup.

A knock at his door pulled the blond nation from his thoughts and he dropped his spatula, surprised that someone came to visit. Trying to catch the dammed utensil, he burnt his finger on the stove, eliciting a small shriek.
"Merde!" he cried, immediately shoving the assaulted finger in his mouth, feeling tears well up as his skin reacted to the burn. Another knock reminded him why he had dropped the spatula in the first place. Forcing himself to stop crying, he grabbed Kumajiro, hugging him tightly to his chest before padding over to his door. With a small sigh, he pulled his finger from his mouth and opened the door just a crack, looking for whoever might be there.
"H-hello?" He mumbled, his voice almost as light and airy as the wind that blew in from outside.

Before he knew what had happened, the door flew open, knocking him down to the floor in a flurry of wind, snowflakes and a blue uniform. Kumajiro flew beside him, lying there completely confused.
"Kesesese... I'm here to conquer your empire, America! Surrender now and you may just be shown mercy from the awesome me!"
Rubbing his head, Canada could barely make out the figure in front of him, screaming something about conquering his brother. His glasses had fallen off when the door knocked him over, making everything a blurry blob.

"I'm not America, I'm Canada..." He sighed, barely heard by the unidentified nation as the wind continued to blow in through the open doorway. He fumbled around for his glasses, patting the floor frantically. He never liked not being able to see everything clearly – it made him feel completely disconnected from the world. Finally, he found them and hastily put them back on, blinking a few times.

Raising his gaze, Matthew stared at the nation towering in the doorway, still laughing manically to himself. As usual, he had been ignored. Grabbing Kumajiro, he hugged him tightly, deciding to try again. "I said, I'm not America!" His tone was a little louder and his face flushed involuntarily. He did that whenever he regretted saying something too loud.

The intrusive nation stopped laughing, blinking a few times before looking over to Canada, who was sitting on the floor, looking annoyed and embarrassed. "Kesesese... Nice try, arschgeige." He closed the door behind him with his foot, his boot making a loud clunking sound as it reconnected with the floor.
Matthew looked from Kumajiro back to the nation he had never seen before, suddenly hating the resemblance he showed to his brother.
"Now," the taller, cocky nation began, leaning down so he was eye level with Canada. "Hand over your land to my awesomeness without a fight and we won't have a problem." He ended the threat with a smile too kind for the words that had just left his lips.

To the other nations obvious surprise, the blonde rolled his eyes, huffing out an annoyed breath of air. "I. Am. Not. America."
Matthew had had enough of this and wanted nothing more than for this annoying, loud mouthed nation to leave. "I have no idea who you are."

Suddenly, the other straightened, eyes wide with surprise. Whether it was because he realized Canada was indeed not America or because he couldn't believe there was a person in the world who didn't know him, Matthew could not tell.
"You... Have no idea of how awesome I am?" He marvelled, "Tell me your name and I will share with you the epic stories of Gilbert Bielschmidt, the awesome Prussia!"
Staring blankly at the proclamation of self-righteousness, Matthew blinked a few times before groaning and letting his face fall onto Kumajiros' head. "I'm... Canada..." he mumbled. "Ca-na-da..."

Translation Notes
Merde - Shit!