To Lose a Canadian: PruCan by BirdieBear, literature
Literature
To Lose a Canadian: PruCan
It was much too early for this. Gilbert cracked one red eye open and quickly closed it again. The sunlight that was filtering weakly through the partially closed curtains was just a bit too bright for his liking. He snuggled back under the covers when he noticed a problem: there was a certain Canadian warmth missing.
Gilbert groaned, not wanting to venture from beneath the deep red down comforter but not wanting to go back to sleep without his favourite fiancé to cuddle with. He knew it was a tendency of the Canadian to steal all of the top blanket and huddle in some obscure corner of the bed. All Gilbert had to do was find him.
Now
Canadian Birthday (PruCan) by TransformersG1fan271, literature
Literature
Canadian Birthday (PruCan)
Opening his brilliant violet eyes, Canada frowned.
He knew it would be the same old routine, despite the fact that it was his birthday. Sitting up, he yawned, shuffling his way downstairs. Nobody ever remembered his birthday, for his brother’s overshadowed his, and he was always forgotten.
Entering his kitchen, Canada nearly had a heart attack.
‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!’ There stood Prussia, with his usual stupid grin, holding out a stack of pancakes, the words Happy Birthday Birdie! scrawled in syrup.
Canada blushed, hugging his long term boyfriend before sitting down, devouring the pancakes quickly.
‘Vas mein birdie th
Prussia smiled and kissed the blonde again, this time more passionately, threading his hands through the other nation's silky golden hair as Canada pulled him down to straddle his lap.
While running his hands trough Canada's hair, he must have accidentally pulled on his curl, and... Everyone knows what happened next...
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When Prussia brushed his fingers against Canada's curl, Canada froze, causing Gil to pull away.
"Vat's wrong, Birdie?" he asked.
"N-nothing... It's just... My curl..." the smaller blonde blushed deeply.
"Vat about your curl?" he asked, running his finger a