Random Hetalia One-Shots

PruCan - A Full Filled Wish

PruCan

Prussia x Canada

    Never before, had he been noticed. He was invisible, unseen, concealed from anyone's eye. If he was ever seen, they would mistake him for his younger brother. A mere shadow, no one noticed, and no one cares for. His own brother doesn't even know he exists. He's alone, living a life of solitude. No one knows the pain he keeps hidden, the suffering of being isolated. When he is seen, he's mistaken for his brother. Beaten and forgotten, that is what he lives with. He, is Canada.

    He tries to be seen as more than just, 'Germany's brother.' He pretends to be awesome, trying to convince himself and others. Saying that he is awesome, now a forced habit. He wants to be seen as himself, a sweet, understanding guy. But every time he gets close to being seen as himself, another obstacle appears in his way. The cycle goes on, never ending. A constant struggle. Always surrounded by the people seeing the fake. And they never question, they believe that is how he really is. He, is Prussia.

Third Point of View

    Another boring world meeting. Nothing gets done, all the countries just fight amongst themselves. England and France's voices rising above all the others. America yelling about pollution, and how to solve that problem. While shoving burgers down his throat, one after another. Russia scaring some of the smaller countries, magically taking a metal pipe from the inside his coat. Prussia yelling about how awesome he is. And the quiet Canada, keeping to himself at the end of the long table. Silently watching the other countries, mostly keeping his eye on a certain albino named Prussia.

Canada's Point of View

    Countries fight and chat with one another. While I simply sit at the end of the table, silently watching the countries actions. Closely watching the handsome albino man named Prussia. I watch his eyes closely, they show loneliness. Why would he have loneliness in his eyes? He is surrounded by people, his friends. There is no reason for sadness to linger in his crimson orbs. I look away from his eyes, eyes that can capture your gaze the second you look at him. Eyes the color of blood, enchanted eyes that can paralyze your every fibre.

A quick glance around the room, shows me that I'm still invisible to the other countries eyes. A fact, that sends a poisoned dagger into my heart. Burying deep to the hilt, twisting into a painful knot. I've always wondered, why can't I be seen? Why, why am I only seen if it is most convenient for that country? I should be used to this emotional damaging play, that started ever since I had been young. But it seems that I am too emotional for this treatment, that the countries didn't aim to inflict on me. Even though it wasn't intentional, it still stung, like an angry bee stinging an unsuspecting individual  with ill intent.

    Glancing at the fair skinned albino, that was to my right, I catch him staring at me. He swiftly turned away, but not before I could see a light pink blush spreading across his face. I blush a bright red and hide my face in Kumajiro's soft, snow white fur. The little polar bear turns around in my arms. "Who are you?" He asks in his squeaky voice. I sigh in exasperation, "I'm Canada." I tell him, my voice sounding as quiet as a whisper. "Do you like the albino man?" He investigated, an innocent sparkle in his black eyes. My face took on a tomato red, every inch covered with the beautiful color. "W-What!? What gave y-you that idea?" I replied, the stutter making my feelings for the other male obvious.

Prussia's Point of View

    Empty. That is how I feel, and I have felt this emptiness for a long time. Emotionally drained, never to regain them. Ever since the locals from the town I lived in tried to burn me alive, for the thousandth time, every emotion I had became a tear. Quickly staining my face with their saltiness. Like a leaky faucet, my tears didn't stop. Not until I felt drained. That day, was the first I felt that emptiness. The hole that had begun to consume my heart, constantly growing larger, with every salty, emotional tear.

    I snap out of my dark thoughts, to see that I had been staring at a blonde man, that looked almost the same as America. But this man had violet eyes, instead of sky blue. I study his features for a little bit, trying to remember him. His name right at the tip of my tongue. But no matter how hard I tried to remember, I couldn't get his name to form. Every time I thought I was close, I would lose the name.

    I study his eyes, his violet orbs shining with a deep, hidden pain, that he must have kept to himself. Not being able to voice that pain, it slowly filled every fibre of his being.  His eyes that are filled to the brim with sadness, also show his dark thoughts. A dark gleam covering his beautifully colored eyes. He looks in my direction at that moment, catching me off guard. I blush a rosy pink, and turn my head. In the corner of my eye, I can see his entire face turning a cute tomato red.

"Canada..." I whisper to myself, finally having found the right name. "What was zat, mon ami?" France asks, suddenly in my face no longer fighting with England. Surprised, I pull away furiously blushing red, "Wha-What!?" France gives me a knowing smirk, while Spain laughs, also flashing a knowing smirk my way. "Who is ze lucky one?" He questions, watching my face burn even brighter. France and Spain laugh, glancing at each other giving a curt nod.

    "Oh Canada~!" France sings, dancing over towards the shy, still glowing bright red, nation. Canada looks at the flamboyant male that is dancing his way over to him. "Y-Yes?" He whispers, glancing at France, then Spain, then me. Then he starts the cycle again, locking eyes with us one after the other. His eyes becoming unreadable, the pain no longer being seen. "'Ow are you zis fine day? Found any special someone you like?" If it were possible, his face would turn an even brighter red.

    Spain and I walk over to France, who is still teasing the larger nation to no end. "Do you by any chance like Prussia?" France asks right as I stand beside him. I blush and stare wide eyed at the side of his face, trying to comprehend what he had just said. The quiet Canada opens and closes his mouth, in a fish like manner. Probably trying to think of a reason why he shouldn't like me. "Yes..." he says, quieter than a whisper. A small smile tugs at my lips, and I blush a rosy pink. He likes me back.

France's Point of View

    England I were fighting, when I heard Prussia whisper, "Canada." I looked at him, wondering what he was going on about this time. "What was zat, mon ami?" I asked him, in his face, not caring about the stupid brit behind me.  Surprised, he pulled away blushing red, "Wha-What!?" I give him a knowing smirk, and Spain laughs, also shooting a knowing smirk the blushing albino's way. "Who is ze lucky one?"I ask, watching his face burn even brighter, making me even more curious. Spain and I laugh, glancing at each other, with a curt nod.

"Oh Canada~!" I sing, dancing over towards the shy, still glowing bright crimson, nation. Canada looks at me dancing my way over to him. "Y-Yes?" He whispers, glancing at me, then Spain, then Prussia. Then he starts the cycle again, locking eyes with us one after the other. "'Ow are you zis fine day? Found any special someone you like?" If it were possible, his face would turn an even brighter red.

    Spain and Prussia walk over to me, and I'm still teasing the larger nation. "Do you by any chance like Prussia?" I asks right as Prussia and Spain come to a stop beside me. The albino I call my friend blushes and stares wide eyed at the side of my face, probably trying to comprehend what I just said. The quiet Canada opens and closes his mouth, in a fish like manner. "Yes..." he says, quieter than a whisper. A smile breaks my lips open, showing my glowing white teeth. I then look over to the albino, who is blushing a light pink, a small smile displayed on his lips.

I get it, Prussia likes the much larger country. I look over to see Spain coming to the same conclusion. "It seems you are in luck, mi amigo. Looks like you both like eachother." Spain says, with a chuckle. Spain and I both give the now blushing albino a push on the back. He stumbles over towards Canada, taking on a darker blush. "Don't 'ave too much fun!" I wink, and walk away with a smiling Spain.

Third Point of View

    The albino, and the large shy country, smiled at one another. Both, have a hidden pain within their heart. Seeking for something, or someone, who could fill that vacant hole, that sucks up all the emotions they have. Someone to plug that black hole, from taking their heart, into its deep, black emptiness. Finally, their wish has been fulfilled.