I Love You, Man

Genre: romance

Pairing: Prussia/Canada [PruCan]

Rating: K

Word count: 393

Disclaimer: I own nooooooothing.

Summary: Sometimes, you just have to say it. High school AU, drabble.

Comments: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. On that note, this is my first ever high school AU. This makes me proud, in some odd way.

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up. Take a deep breath. Now, repeat that… slowly."

Gilbert does so, his hear feeling as though it must surely have stopped beating some time ago. He is staring straight at the ground, red eyes boring holes into the innocent, school-selected tile, which is a sort of vaguely tannish color. Really, some far-off part of him notes loosely, it's one of the ugliest, least complimentary colors he's ever seen. Surely the school's builders or designers or whatever could have taken some pity on the students who would one day walk these halls and chosen a better shade.

"…Gil…?"

Ah, right. His… situation.

Thinking that a more accurate has never been devised, he sighs and then takes a deep breath before slowly repeating his statement.

"Birdie… Matt… Matthew… I'm… in love with you."

Clearing his throat, he clarifies, "Um… that is… Mattie, I love you."

For a second, a very, very long second, there is utter silence, and Gilbert almost, almost works up the courage to look up, even if only for one brief moment.

But then Matthew speaks.

"All right, good. That's what I thought you said. Repeat it again, please?"

This time, Gilbert does look up, confusion etched clearly all over his face. Matthew just smiles through the tears that are threatening to spill from his wide, shining eyes.

"…what?"

"Say it again," Matt replies, his smile widening a bit (though how that is possible, Gilbert notes, is quite possibly a medical mystery). "Lots of times, please."

"Um… why, exactly?"

Matthew laughs, a decidedly weepy sound- and sure enough, the first tears are beginning to leak from his eyes.

"Because," he says. "Those are the best words I've ever heard in my life."

That's probably when it clicks for Gilbert.

…oh.

OH.

And with that simple thought, he throws himself at the now openly sobbing Matthew, drawing the boy into his arms and clutching strands of wavy honey-blonde hair desperately in his shaking fingers. Cradling Matthew to his chest, he whispers it like some sort of mantra.

"Ich liebe dich, mein kleiner Vogel. Ich liebe dich, Ich liebe dich, Ich liebe dich..."

He's not quite too lost in everything to not hear the broken murmur lost in the wasteland of sobs.

"Je t'aime, Gilbert... Je t'aime, mon petit loup..."

Somehow, that's the best thing anyone's said all evening.

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Ich liebe dich, mein kleiner Vogel. Ich liebe dich, Ich liebe dich, Ich liebe dich... – I love you, my little bird. I love you, I love you, I love you...

Je t'aime, Gilbert... Je t'aime, mon petit loup... – I love you, Gilbert... I love you, my little wolf...

Okay, I love animal nicknames. So shoot me.

LOL RANDOM HIGH SCHOOL AU AHAHAHAHHA.

If you don't understand what just happened, don't worry. I don't either.

Anyway.

...look at that, apparently what I write while sleep-deprived from traveling all day and on yet another airplane at the time is total crap. Whaddaya know. (In other words, this was left over from Christmas break; I wrote it flying back to Alaska from visiting family in Texas.)

Erm, yeah. That's about it really.

Ohnowait- LOLOLOL THE CHEEEEEESEEEEEEEEE. –headdesk-

I'm done now.