<sub>Glad to see someone stopped by to read this.
It isn't the best but I have been working on this for a very long time.

Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings Featured: PruCan, along with a hint toward AusHun.
Characters Appearing: Matthew Williams (Canada), Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia), and Francis Bonnefoy (France). Also Kumajiro and Gilbird
Characters Mentioned: Ludwig Beilschmidt (Germany), Roderich Edelstein (Austria), Elizabeta Héderváry (Hungary), and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo (Spain)

Enjoy~
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I do have Chapter Two coming but it might not be as long as this chapter.</sub>

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Dim sunlight crept through the window, shining on the lump lying under the blanket on the bed.
One pesky blond curl stuck up from a bird's nest of blond hair that was visible from under the blanket.

The blond, Matthew Williams let out a yawn as he sat up in his bed. The white blanket with red maple leaves covering it, wrinkled from his frequent nightly tossing and turning.
He sighed, pushing the blanket off his stomach. "Well..." he started, in a quiet voice. "...I guess its time to get up...I wonder if anyone will notice me today...?"

Matthew stood up from his bed.

That's when his bedroom door was suddenly kicked open with a crash. It sent the blond haired Canadian scurrying back under his already messy blanket. "Maple..." He managed to squeak out from the scare. "The awesome me needs to crash here for a while!" shouted the silver haired Prussian, Gilbert. "How the maple leaf did he get in my house?!" Matthew thought loudly to himself.
From under the blanket, Mattie quietly managed to get out, "W-why me? Ca-Can't you stay with with s-someone else?"
The albino Prussian stood over the blanketed Canadian, visibly rolling his red eyes. "Bruder tried to lock me in his basement...but it couldn't contain this awesomeness! Kesesese~" Gilbert said, staring down at the small Canadian with his red eyes. Gilbert didn't even seem to notice his small yellow bird, Gilbird flying around his head eagerly.

Matthew couldn't help but think that the former nation was a dick just like America...but at least no one mistook Gilbert for his younger brother, Ludwig.

Suddenly the blanket was ripped off of Matthew. "Maple!" he yelped, at the sudden kidnap of his favorite blanket. The Prussian stood over Matthew, his maple leaf blanket draped over Gilbert's shoulder. Gilbird chirped from Gilbert's silver hair.
"Kesesese~" Gilbert snickered at the wide eyed Canadian. Matthew rubbed his eyes as he was short his glasses. "Have you no respect for someone else's house?" Matthew yelped out. A small white bear sat up from beside Matthew, having had his sleep disturbed by the kidnapped blanket.
"Who are you?" it chirped at Matthew, as it wiped its paw on its nose.
"I'm Canada...I'm the one who feeds you..." Matthew said, sighing as the day had officially started...when Kumashiru asked who he was.

Gilbert gave what he called his "Awesome Grin" and said, "That is an awesome idea. You must now feed the awesome Prussia!"
Matthew opened his mouth to respond and reached for his blanket. Ready to tell Gilbert off. But of course he had to, at that very moment; freeze up like a goddamn chicken.
Gilbert took that chance to flee through the open doorway. "Hurry up! The awesome me does not like to wait!" Matthew heard Gilbert shout as he carried Matthew's blanket out of sight. "Damn..." Matthew thought to himself before continuing aloud, "Why can't I stand up for myself?"
"Who are you again?" Kuma asked again.
"I'm...Canadaaa..." Matthew responded with a sigh as he put his glasses on. Now at least he could see a bit better. He wanted to go back to sleep...but he was short his blanket.
His only one for that matter.

Giving an annoyed sigh and pulling on a red jacket over the white shirt he had worn to bed, Matthew slowly made his way down the stairs to his living room. Kumajiro following after him, mostly because he was probably hungry. Matthew just wanted to find his blanket and just go back to sleep now. Once he had reached the final step of the stairs, he noticed a corner of his blanket peeking around a corner.
He didn't even bother to look around if it was a trap and grabbed a hold of the blanket.

As a result, he got yanked right into Gilbert.
"Kesesesese~" Matthew could hear Gilbert saying.

Gilbert's red eyes were staring into Matthew's violet ones.
"M-maple..." Matthew squeaked in surprise.
Kuma glanced up at Matthew. "Who are you?" he asked, continuing towards the kitchen to get fed.

Matthew backed up from and yelped out loudly, "Stop it! This isn't funny!"
Gilbert couldn't help but be amazed at that moment.

The Awesome him did not expect that response that from the quiet, younger country. He couldn't help but give the blond a sly smirk.

It made the Canadian get a panicked look on his face and he managed to get out, "I-I'm sorry...I did-didn't mean anything in a rude way...I mean-"
"You got upset over my awesomeness. It's fine. It happens to lots of people when zhe realize that they are not as awesome as the awesome Prussia." Gilbert said. "Kesesese" Gilbird flapped from Gilbert's silver hair.

Matthew's face behind his glasses began to turn red.
"Um...um...I NEED TO GO MAKE PANCAKES!" He yelped, surprisingly loud. His normal quiet voice cracking from being at that sudden burst of volume. Matthew charged out of the living room, his face turning the same shade of red as the Canadian flag.

Gilbert's POV
Gilbert stared after Matthew. Gilbird's cheeping  snapped him out of his daze.
Gilbert glanced up at his hair and said out loud, "I don't get him either Gilbird...But at least he's not screaming at me about his blanket being stolen like that loser Roderich."
Gilbert snickered to himself. Almost a month ago, he had done the same exact thing he had just done to the blond Canadian, except it was with the bratty Austrian, Roderich Edelstein.

Gilbird chirped loudly. Reminding him about what happened after.

"Vell how was I suppose to know Elizabeta decided to crawl into his bed the night before?" Gilbert responded to the small yellow bird. "Plus why did she even have that skillet under her pillow anyway? It wasn't awesome."

Gilbert noticed a picture hanging on the wall. He approached it without thinking and found himself staring at it.

It was an old, small photograph that had become faded throughout time. Gilbert turned his head to the side.
The two people pictured seemed to be happy. Both had light colored hair...or what he thought was light hair due to the faded picture's age. An older man pictured was holding a small child with a familiar curl. The man had long blond hair that was pulled back into a loose ponytail. He wore a old fashioned dark colored outfit. The child wore a small light colored gown with a dark ribbon on it.

The child was easily identifiable as Matthew. He still looked the same, even then.
Gilbert stared at the photograph intently. "That guy looks familiar-"

When the front door suddenly opened, Gilbert's gaze broke from the photograph and raised towards the open door.

"Matthieu~? Mon bébé are you home~?" came a man's voice, a French accent being noticeable in his voice.

Matthew's POV
After charging away from Gilbert, Matthew had nearly tripped over Kumachurro when he had rushed into the kitchen.
He attempted to keep himself busy, although it couldn't stop his pacing.

Matthew began to think to himself, "He's in my house...He didn't even knock...But...he actually is noticing me-" Matthew's thoughts were interrupted by Kumajiro pawing at his leg for food. Continuing his thought aloud, "-Same can't be said about you Kuma."
"Who?" Kumajiro asked.
"Canada." "Matthew responded, picking up the white bear.

Multitasking, Matthew quickly whipped up Kuma's breakfast with one hand while he held Kuma with his other.

He carried Kuma to a corner and set the plate of leftover pancakes on the floor.
Setting Kuma down in front of the plate, Kumajiro glanced up at him for a second and started eating.

At least he wasn't asking "Who?" anymore.

Matthew walked over to the stove and poured the batter he had been mixing up into a pan.
It was then he heard his front door open and a familiar voice call him.

"Matthieu~? Mon bébé are you home~?" It called.
Matthew's eyes widened. "Papa!" he yelped, running towards the door.

End POV

Kumajiro glanced up from his bowl. "Who was that?" He said to himself.


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Matthew raced around the corner only to run right into the arms of the long haired Frenchman, Francis Bonnefoy.

"Mon doux bébé~!" Francis cried, wrapping his arms around Matthew.
"Maple....H-hi Papa..." Matthew squeaked out.

Matthew glanced over Francis' shoulder to see Gilbert was staring at the two with a confused look on his face. Wanting to clear some confusion, Matthew said, "Um...Gilbert...this is Franci-"

"I know Frenchie already...mostly I want to know why he's hugging you?" Gilbert responded. It was true, he did know Francis. He, Francis, and Spaniard, Antonio were all friends and often called the Bad Touch Trio by most people.
"Ehheheheheh...He's my Papa. He raised me when I was a little kid." Matthew responded, gently shoving Francis off of himself.

"Honhonhon~ Est-ce mon Matthieu obtenir quoi que ce soit?" Francis said, drifting into French as he gently elbowed Matthew's arm.
Matthew's face turned red. "PAPA! Rien ne se passe!" Matthew shouted at Francis in response.

This left Gilbert with a confused look on his face, as he was only fluent in English, German, and Awesome.

The sudden dinging of a clock came and Francis sighed.
"I must be going Matthieu. I am suppose to speak with Angleterre today~ Au revoir~" Francis said, leaving as quickly as he arrived.


This left Matthew still red in the face. He let out a sigh.

"Well at least that's ov-" He froze when a burning smell nipped at his nose. "MAPLE! The pancake!" He yelped, racing into the kitchen and quickly rescued the burned pancake from the stove. Matthew dropped it on the counter and leaned onto the wall.
"What a waste..." Matthew mumbled.

Then came the munching.

Matthew glanced up to see Gilbert chewing on the pancake as it hung halfway out of his mouth. Gilbird pecked at the pancake. Both seemed to be enjoying the burned pancake.


"I-is it okay?" Matthew found himself asking.
Gilbert, with his mouth still full replied, "Ja."

"I'll start working on a fresh batch right now..." Matthew said, preparing new batter.


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After finishing a big stack of the perfect golden brown pancakes, Matthew set the plate down on the table. Gilbert sat halfway in his chair. He and Gilbird both staring anxiously at the steaming stack of pancakes while Matthew was getting the maple syrup out of his fridge.

When Gilbert spotted the bottle of syrup, his head shot up like a cat that had spotted a mouse. That was how he had first interacted with the Canadian.
He had introduced the awesome him to maple syrup which was almost as awesome as he was.

When Matthew turned towards the table with the maple syrup bottle in hand, he tripped over Gilbert's foot causing him to tumble right into the former nation's chest.

The sudden fall, surprised the awesome Prussian.
"M-maple..." Matthew whimpered as he clung to Gilbert for support.
"That wasn't awesome, are you okay?" Gilbert asked, lifting the Canadian back on his feet.

Matthew nodded slowly, keeping his head down from the embarrassment.
It was then that Gilbert noticed something.

Gilbird was nuzzled up into Matthew's messy blond hair.

Even the obnoxious Prussian couldn't hold back his laughter. Matthew's face had the most confused look on it. "E-eh?" He managed to get out.
"The awesome Gilbird thinks you are a Mutti Birdie." Gilbert managed to get out through his laughter.
Matthew realized what he meant once he heard Gilbird chirping from his own hair.

Gilbert kept snickering. The sight of Gilbird in Matthew's hair was just plain adorable.

Not that he'd admit that of course.