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A Very Maple Morning

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        "Oh, two minutes Ref! High sticking! Come on!" A voice shouted passionately from the other side of the couch as Gilbert groggily stumbled out into the kitchen, shielding his eyes from the light of the room. He stood there for a moment in all his awesome glory, adjusting his crooked boxer shorts and running a hand through his short, silver hair, trying to figure out what all the commotion was about.  All he could see over the back of the large gray couch was a wily little tuft of blond hair bouncing around in front of a flashing television screen, and he still couldn't figure out why he was up so damned early. It was only noon, for crying out loud. He remembered waking up alone that morning which was strange enough. He could have sworn someone else was there last night when he went to bed. With a dismissive shake of his head, the Prussian yawned deeply, stretching comfortably and nearly falling back asleep until he realized how hungry he was. Driven onward by the grumbling of his stomach, Gilbert began mindlessly rummaging through the fridge until the sweet and distinct aromas of warm maple and steaming coffee caught his attention.

"Get some eyes, eh! He was totally in the crease!!" The voice shouted again from in front of the couch with a loud clatter of an angry fist slamming the table in protest to the referee's apparently ludicrous call or lack thereof. Maple. Coffee. Hockey. That adorable blond curl of hair. There was only one place he could be...The silver-haired Prussian's eyes lit up brightly in excitement as he dashed across the kitchen and vaulted over the back of the couch in one effortless motion, landing on the plush, gray cushion  next to the high spirited Canadian. It wasn't often that Matthew got as animated or loud as he'd been unless the invasion of vital regions was involved, so the ever confident Prussian merely assumed it was just a sign of last night's job well done. Hell, he was the most awesome nation on the planet, after all. The typically meek Canadian boy nearly jumped out of his skin from the sudden shock of his rather uninhibited companion jumping over the couch, hiding inside his over-sized blue and white jersey like it was some sort of turtle shell.

"Oh, Mattie! Don't be so jumpy." Gilbert hugged the younger nation, planting a huge kiss on the top of his little blond head. The Canadian,  much like himself was still in his pajamas; he in his boxers and Matthew in what seemed to be just his jersey and underpants. The younger nation always somehow managed to look so damned adorable even when he wasn't trying. "It's only me." He laughed as he ruffled Matthew's hair affectionately, hungrily eying the food on the coffee table. Wow...his little Canadian had really pulled out all the stops this time and brought home a large spread of bagels, donuts and more coffee than the two of them could conceivably drink in one sitting. He must have done an extra awesome job last night, he assumed. What Gilbert failed to remember though was that his brother Ludwig and Feliciano were supposed to be stopping by later that day for dinner. Reaching over to the table, Gilbert grabbed a donut with a flourish, eagerly stuffing the entire maple glazed confection into his mouth in one shot before looking back at the startled nation with a goofy, full-mouthed attempt at a smile. "Wmrfmrfm  wnfrrnfrmfnrm nfnrmmffrry?"

"Huh?" Matthew poked his head out of the top of his jersey shyly,  straightening his glasses along the bridge of his nose and eying his Prussian companion whose face then looked more like a donut rack at Tim Horton's than the face he fell asleep next to the night before. Didn't he realize there was a game on? Toronto was up two goals to one on Montreal and it was only halfway through the second period. How could he be expected to miss it? Emerging from the safety of his jersey the rest of the way, Matthew couldn't help but laugh as he watched Gilbert waving his hands around like a madman in front of him. A napkin had gotten stuck when he tried to wipe himself clean, but with his other hand and face riddled with glaze as well, he could do nothing more than flail comically until the stupid thing fell off. "What were you trying to say, Gil?" Matthew paused the game on the screen before reaching over and removing the offending napkin.

"I said..." The Prussian flashed him an impish grin, red eyes glinting mischievously. "What are you doing up so early, Mattie? I thought you'd be more tired after...well, you know...I mean, I AM awesome."  

"I still am...but..." Matthew's pale face blushed the deep red shade of autumn maple leaves and he began twisting and fidgeting nervously with the half-torn napkin in his hands. "It's the Leafs and the Habs game...I...I tend to get a little over excited." He pouted with his bottom lip stuck out, looking down at the knot he'd made in the napkin.

"Kesesesesess...you sure did last night too." Gilbert grinned before wiping a sticky streak of maple icing from his hand onto Matthew's face, eliciting a jump and an irresistible squeak from the smaller nation.

"Gil! Take off, eh!" He was barely able to manage a playful shove of the shoulder before being pounced upon without warning like Kumajiro did when he chased after little Gilbird. The two nations rolled around on the couch, grappling and roughhousing as Gilbert tried his damnedest to cover the wriggling little Canadian in the same donut glaze he'd gotten all over himself, while Matthew attempted to break free in order to finish watching the game. When Ludwig had given Matt a TiVo the day he and the his brother started seeing one another, he hadn't understood the bizarre gift at first, but  was slowly beginning to grasp the significance of the  German's words when the stern-faced nation told him he was going to need it. There was nearly an entire NHL season saved on that thing by then...not to mention all the episodes of Coronation Street he'd missed too. It sure was difficult to catch up on his stories, let alone important games when he barely had a chance to get dressed most mornings. He supposed, smiling momentarily at the thought, Ludwig knew his brother better than he had at the time because the gift sure was coming in handy.

"Awww, but Mattie...I still need to conquer all your vital regions." He pouted and grinned as they struggled, the smaller nation slowly beginning to lose the fight as he wriggled around underneath his maple faced attacker. "Invasion!" Gilbert's triumphant cry was muffled by blue and white fabric as he dove down, stuffing himself inside the warm, roomy jersey along with it's scrumptious little inhabitant. The blond squealed and howled in laughter, pelting the invading nation with harmless and futile punches as he was tickled mercilessly around the ribs. One of his weaknesses. Just when it felt like he would pass out from the attack, a head of scruffy, silver hair squeezed out of the shirt's neck hole only inches away from his own face. He was grinning like a fiend and glaring at him with mischief in his red eyes. Matthew realized there was no sense in fighting anymore once he tasted the donut crumbs and he blushed profusely under the sugary kiss. He was hoping victory would be declared before the white flag of surrender ended up being his underwear, as it did more often than the shy nation would care to admit. "Ha! I'm winning! I knew I was awesome!"

Brilliant luck so far. Matthew hadn't known exactly how much longer he could resist the other nation's advances, and was thankful that it didn't come to that just yet. "Jeez, Gil, already? It was only a couple hours ago the last time we...I...I mean we barely got any sleep and all." He stuttered, torn between wanting to watch the game and wanting to give in to the "invasion". He gave in far too often though and had a feeling that if he did so this time they'd still be there by the time company arrived. Maybe he could come up with a plan or something to try and bargain with his insatiable partner. His nation did make a lot of treaties, so Matt psyched himself up, hoping it wouldn't be too difficult this time...although it was the infamous Prussian he was dealing with...someone he just couldn't say no to."Gil, what on earth...?" The small blond questioned, attempting to straighten his crooked glasses once again as Gilbert continued to wriggle around against him, grinning like the Cheshire cat. He couldn't help but feel somewhat like a link of wurst, crammed into a single jersey with another body, and it would have made him smile had he not felt the elastic of his tighty-whiteys being tugged at.  "Take off! What are you doing?" Matthew flinched and yelped under the weight of his partner.

"Invading. What's it look like?" Gilbert looked up just long enough to answer, in a tone that made it sound as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The Canadian's face was almost permanently blushing these days, and it didn't help that his resolve to remain clothed  was quickly beginning to crumble from Gil's persistence. He needed to show restraint this time...he just had to, though it was a very difficult task when they were both squeezed into the same shirt and their faces were mere inches away from one another. Matthew squirmed and wiggled in a vain attempt at escaping his precarious position when his elbow inadvertently landed on the remote to the DVR, causing the game to resume in a sudden blaring roar of air horns and crowd cheers. The two nations jumped and hollered in shock, with Gilbert withdrawing from Matthew's jersey in a hurry, letting go of the waistband of his prey's underpants.

"SWEET MAPLE!" Matthew shrieked as the elastic snapped like a whip against the pale skin of his backside. He tumbled inelegantly from the couch before Gil could catch him, smacking his head with a good deal of force against the leg of the coffee table, knocking over some of the empty coffee cups and disrupting the food from it's neat stacks in the process. "Ugh...that was an un-awesome disaster..." Matthew groaned from the floor, using a turn of phrase he'd learned over the last few weeks from his Prussian companion.

"Kesesesessesesess...Mattie, you've got a donut face!" Gilbert clutched his sides in laughter at the sight of Matthew laying in an adorably disheveled heap on the floor, with the  icing side of a donut smeared onto his forehead. It was almost too damned adorable and hilarious to resist, until he heard a pained groan emanating from beneath the sticky, maple confection.  He scrambled down off the couch, removing the offending donut from Matthew's face, and picked him up from the floor in a rare show of tenderness and maturity. "It's okay, Mattie. I've got you, ja?" Gilbert assured him as he lifted the small Canadian's body with ease, while muttering a few gentle phrases to him in German. That always made him feel better.

Matthew blinked  one large blue eye and looked up at Gilbert with a groggy smile. His other eye was stuck shut with maple icing, giving him a kind of charming, lopsided grin that made the normally overzealous Prussian pause for the tingling butterflies that plagued the pit of his stomach.  For all the fooling around they did and all the "invading" of each others "vital regions", he really did love the little blond-haired nation that clung to him so affectionately. He was his little "birdie" and he would always notice him even when nobody else would. "M...merci." Matthew blushed and mumbled in French when the icing was cleaned from his face.

"Ah, it's no problem." Gilbert shrugged with a smile as he sat back down on the couch, his own face turning a little red around the cheeks in response. His slightly nervous mind suddenly returned to the hockey game playing out on the screen,  remembering just how happy Matthew had been watching it when he woke up this morning. He started to feel guilty for making him miss it...even if the distraction had been fun while it lasted. "Come here, Mattie. We'll watch the game, ja?" Gilbert turned to his small companion, opening his arms up for a hug which was quickly accepted, the two nations laying back comfortably on the couch together. They settled back, quietly watching the events on the screen, the small Canadian snuggled lovingly against the bare-skinned chest of his Prussian companion as the two soon drifted off to sleep, forgetting all about the game and the knocked-over food. Matthew always somehow managed to bring Gilbert's softer side to the surface through all the 'awesomeness'.

A few quiet hours later, three firm, steady knocks sounded at the front door of Matthew's apartment. When there was no response from within, the door slowly creaked open and a bubbly Italian voice called out a cheerful, "Hallo! Gillie! Canada! We're here!" before being quickly shut up by the stern presence of the tall German who followed him inside. The couple removed their shoes at the door and hung up their jackets before making their way towards the living room. The scent was more faint than it had been earlier in the morning, but the aroma of maple and coffee still hung in the air beckoning the two visiting nations farther inside the quiet residence. The scene that met them in the living room was heartwarming to say the least, even to the uptight German who took hold of Feliciano before the excited little Italian could jump in to interrupt. "Oh, East..." Ludwig shook his head with the hint of a smile showing on his pale face. He looked over the back of the couch at his older brother who had fallen asleep, hugging his small Canadian lover in his arms, the two of them in their scant pajamas and covered in maple icing. It appeared as though they'd been there for quite a while because the television screen flashed with the replay menu of the DVR he'd given them weeks before. Feliciano crept forward to wake the sleeping pair up, and had nearly made it to the head of the couch until Ludwig reached out a hand to stop him.

"Feli, hush. Let's let them sleep." He spoke in a low voice, guiding Feliciano towards the kitchen. "Let us just make the dinner ourselves. They should be up soon once they smell the pasta cooking." And with that, Gilbert and Matthew, the two sleeping nations were left in peace for just a little while longer. They needed it. They were actually getting some sleep for once.
My very first Hetalia story! I do not own the characters or any part of Hetalia, despite my sincerest wishes to do so.

I have become very much a PruCan fan lately and decided to center my first story on them. They almost get naughty, but I didn't feel like writing a smut piece, so I kept it adorable and funny. If you peoples like it well enough and/or request it I'll see what else I can do.

Enjoy!

Contains: PrussiaXCanada, GermanyXItaly (very slight)

Protip: In this, Matthew happens to be a Toronto Maple Leafs fan. That is the blue and white jersey he's wearing. I was a HUGE leafs fan when I was a kid as well and besides....what's more Canadian than the most epic rivalry between Toronto and Montreal?? NOTHING! That's what!

PS--- This was, for the most part, inspired by
~vampire-zephayair's "Prucan-Couch Cuddle" ....Thanks a bunch for making a great picture on the screen and in my head.
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D'aww, this was adorable!!