Prucan: Invading Canada ch 2

Invading Canada

Chapter 2

He'd done it again. There was no question--Francis had done it again. Matthew's stomach churned with nausea at the very thought as he listened to his father ramble through the phone. He dared to interject.

"Papa..."

"Yes, mon cheri?"

"I don't... want you to keep sending men to my door. It seems that ever since I told you that I was--"

"This one is different!" Francis assured him. "He was one of my old friends--a former nation. A former EMPIRE, in fact."

Matthew sighed. "Papa, you aren't listening to me--I don't want you to--"

"Hush, hush, just trust me, this will be good for you. I know it. I didn't even have to tell him who you were! He'll be coming any day now, so welcome him in."

"Goodbye, papa," ended the young country as he hung up the phone. Francis was impossible sometimes, but it was only because he cared...right?

Apparently, the man Francis sent this time did not believe in wasting time because the door to his pleasant Canadian lodge was kicked in almost immediately after he hung up. Matthew's eyes widened and he slowly left the kitchen to see a broken door and...nothing else.

"Mon deiu..." he muttered under his breath. Francis was right--this one was different indeed. "B-Bonjour... F-France told me to be expecting you, are you--"

A hand clamped over his mouth and another arm slinked around his waist. His eyes widened and he immediately began to thrash. He might have been a peaceful nation but he didn't like to be attacked. Unfortunately, the efforts were futile because whoever had captured him was much stronger.

"This is how this will work, Birdie. I win. This land you have now belongs to the awesome me, ja? Because if you refuse... well, then I will have to kill you."

This was Prussia--if the German accent didn't give him away, "Birdie" and "awesome" did.  Prussia was without question stronger than him, but that did not matter because Matthew did not live alone.

"GYAH!!"

The hands released him and Matthew whirled around on his heal to scoop up his furry hero. As soon as the polar bear was in his arms, he put a great deal of distance between himself and the former empire. Prussia's bottom half of his pantsleg had been chomped off and his leg bruised by the jaws of Matthew's hero.

"Good, Kuma..." Matthew nuzzled the bear. He glared levelly at Prussia. Anywhere else, Matthew would have turned and ran--but this was his home, his peaceful lodge in the snow surrounded by beautiful conifers. He would let Prussia have a piece of his mind and a piece of his hockey stick. "I do not appreciate you breaking my door. Nor do I appreciate you attacking me in my own home. And I certainly do not appreciate your threats and demands."

...

"Ja?" chuckled Gilbert. He wasn't pleased that the bear bit him, but the sight of the peaceful country bashing him with proper language was too humorous for him. "Oh this is great--this is so great--so funny! Just what are you going to do, little Birdie?"

The former empire was not sure where it had come from, but suddenly the little Birdie had a hockey stick in his gloved hands and was seconds away from bashing in his skull. Luckily, he had stopped laughing in time to dodge such blow.

"...So you do fight? My information must have been inaccurate--I thought your brother was the fighter."

He seemed to have struck a nerve in the thin blonde. Somehow he found the growing fury in Canada was quite an adorable touch to his soft features. Matthew snapped and swung yet again and again and again. "I was in WWI and WWII before Alfred even thought about joining! I prefer not to fight--" One swing struck him in the side of the head and he blacked out for a mere second. His sight returned and he found himself on the ground with a hockey stick pressed into his chest. "--but I will if I have to."

Perhaps Francis was right--this was good for Matthew. Perhaps if he behaved like this more often, countries would notice him. Regardless, Matthew's shining moment was over because Gilbert was done speculating with humor. It didn't take but a blink of the eye before the albino had the young country disarmed and pressed front first against the wall. "I was impressed. For a moment. But regardless, the awesome me still wins."

"According to whom?" snapped the blonde.

"The awesome me."

Gilbert knew it was coming--as soon as the bear was in range, he planted a foot in its muzzle and kicked it away.

"AHA!! Not this time, you unawesome mongrel!!"

Even though he was pressed against a wall, Matthew could still hear the muffled whimper of his pet. Yet another nerve was struck, and he mustered his strength to shove Gilbert off of him.

"No one hurts Kuma!"

Prussia took the first punch right to the nose, but the second punch he caught in his own hand. He was far from done mocking the unawesome Canada. "This is such a small fist. You see my fist? Yours is so tiny! It's so funny..."

...

Matthew's hands were now tied as well as his ankles and the lovely gag which Prussia referred to as his "crotch cloth" tasted strangely off salt. He was propped in front of the doorway to "block the unawesome wind." Kuma was in a red sack next to him and from the contented humming sounds he was no doubt snoozing away captivity.

"Do you have any beer? All I can find is maple syrup and... Oooh, look what I found. An awesome ice chest marked 'hockey night'--oooh, and it has beer! I wonder what beer and maple syrup taste like... time to find out!"

From the doorway, Matthew could see nothing. But from the sounds, Prussia was destroying the house. He slumped over with a sigh, positively exasperated.

The sound of furniture being dragged against glossy wood flooring made him wince in pain. Those scuff marks would never come out. The sound stopped and Prussia sat down on the recliner that he dragged into the foyer.

Beer in hand, Prussia strained to look out the door. "Move your head--it's in the way of my view."

Prussia has invaded Canada! Some of you out there are whimpering "Wh-Where is the smut?" Oh, don't you worry your little yaoi-loving tails off, my darlings--that's the next chapter. Eventually Gilbert will get bored of the view.