Authoress' Random Ramble

So, I'm supposed to eat lunch, and I find myself wanting to write PruCan. Not that surprising

Less than three. Less than three

Canada very rarely put his hair back in a ponytail. Mostly because when he did, all it accomplished was annoying reactions from the countries that remembered him. "Mon chere, you look adorable~!" "Matthew, you look like a woman," "Whoa, bro, you look like a chick! HA!" and, unfortunately, none of the responses differed from that idea. Canada dealt with being ignored and forgotten, but really, when people couldn't even remember his own gender, that was ridiculous!

Which was why he had purposely never worn his hair up like that in front of Prussia, who insisted on calling him a woman anyways. That man was infuriating, but today he said that he'd be out with Germany, so there wasn't any harm in doing some household cleaning, right?

Wrong. Canada had gone through most of the house in an apron and with his hair tied back (ahh, the joys of cleaning) when Prussia burst through the door.

"MATTIE! I WANT PANCAKE-" and then a few precious seconds of silence as Prussia took in Canada's appearance. Canada braced himself, because what was coming next would probably not be good.

"Oh my God. You really ARE a woman!" Prussia rushed over and placed his hands on Canada's chest. "But you don't have a chest, Mattie! Wait… You're a girl, so it's Maddie now! Are you just really flat?"

"I do not appreciate comments on my 'femininity,'" Canada deadpanned. This was getting to be extremely irksome, why did the other nations find it so amusing to call him girlish? He wasn't that effeminate.

"Of course you don't, babe." Prussia smirked that annoyingly attractive lopsided smirk of his that made Canada want to drag him to the bedroom and show him exactly why he shouldn't insult Canada's masculini- no, those types of thoughts really shouldn't be allowe- but he'd look so good writhing and panting and- merde, Canada was getting hard already.

"G-Gilbert, I really-" Canada stuttered, trying to vocalize his anger at being called a woman multiple times, but that was getting harder (no pun intended) as Prussia leaned closer, sliding his hip between Canada's legs, the apron untied, flung somewhere else, and all but a distant memory.

"Really what?" Prussia whispered into Canada's ear, pausing to leave a love bite that would definitely bruise later on his neck. "Really wanna fuck me right now? Oh, wait… I'd be fucking you, since you're the woman in this relationship."

"Gil," Canada moaned, almost past the point of rational conversation.

"That all you can say?" Prussia's breathing was getting a little faster too, but he kept smirking. How the hell did this man manage to be so damn annoying?

Canada mustered up all of his willpower -which was actually really very difficult in that particular situation- and protested. "Prussia, if you don't stop calling me a woman, no pancakes, maple syrup, or sex for you. I will lock myself in my room and you will repent your actions."

Prussia's eyes widened, and his gaping mouth reminded Canada vaguely of a fish. And then, the 'awesome invader of vital regions' collapsed onto Canada's new couch.

And that was the first (and only) record of Prussia fainting. Ever.