(A/N there are some suggestive themes in this chapter...just warning you.)

It was a day before the next world meeting when Canada called, asking if he and Prussia could stay over Russia's house for a night before the meeting began. It was in Switzerland this time and Russia and America were both a bit jittery about everyone seeing them as a couple. It was late in the afternoon when Russia's doorbell rang, revealing Prussia and Canada waiting a the door with suitcases and smiles on their faces.

"BRO!" America screamed, running over and tackling his brother into the cold snow. They hadn't even entered the house yet and America had already attacked his brother. As they rolled around in the snow, play-fighting, Russia and Prussia looked on with horrified expressions.

"H-Hey stop! That tickles! Get off of me!!" Canada yelled as he giggled uncontrollably. The two brothers hadn't seen each other since the last world meeting, and their reunions were always filled with goofiness and messing around. America finally let go of his brother, who was now completely covered in snow, and helped him up.

"I missed ya' Canada" America said, laughing as he wiped the snow off of himself.

"Missed you too America." Canada muttered, a smirk playing across his face as they entered the house.

"Well... Anyway, let me show you to your room." Russia suggested, leading Prussia and Canada to their room, suitcases in hand.

"Thank you for having us." Canada thanked softly once they reached the room.

"It's no problem! It's the least I could do. You helped set me up with your brother. I owe you way more than just a sleepover." Russia admitted quietly. America had been downstairs preparing coffee with Prussia and Russia didn't want him to hear him being all sappy. Canada just smiled and entered the room, setting his and Prussia's suitcases down before heading back downstairs.

"Coffee is ready!" America shouted from the kitchen as Russia and Canada reached the first floor.

"It's hot and awesome, kind of like me!" Prussia joked, carrying the tray of mugs to the coffee table in the living room. Canada rolled his eyes but laughed as everyone sat down on the couch with their mugs of coffee. They spent the entire evening catching up with each other and playing board games.

When it was finally time for dinner, Canada offered to cook. "Breakfast for dinner!" he excitedly announced as took off his "Oh Maple!" chef apron. Everyone sat down to eat and Canada brought out plates of pancakes with every topple imaginable and enough syrup to fill up a small pool. As everyone dug in, you could practically hear Prussia moaning with a mouth full of food.

"Birdie.. Your pancakes are awesome." Prussia admitted, his voice a little muffled from the pancakes in his mouth. America and Russia nodded in agreement and Canada smiled, not used to being praised by so many people at once.

"Are you excited for the meeting? Everyone finally gets to see that you two are together!" Canada said.

"Thanks to this idiotic German, I'm pretty sure everyone thinks that Russia is dating Canada." America admitted, still slightly angry at Prussia for posting that picture nearly a month ago.

"Trust me, no one thinks they're dating. If you look at my Instagram feed you can surely tell that Birdie and I are dating." Prussia reassured.

"You might not want t-" Canada started, warning America that he might not want to look at Prussia's feed.

"EW!" America shrieked, throwing his phone across the room. He had checked Prussia's Instagram and it was pretty much filled with pictures of him and Canada making out. Everyone laughed at America's overreaction. "Don't kiss my brother like that. He's too innocent, too pure."

"You'd be surprised." Prussia muttered with a smirk. Canada's face turned bright red and America made a fake vomiting noise.

"Can you two please release your sexual tension when we're not at dinner?" Russia suggested jokingly. At this point Canada's face was tomato red and Prussia was hysterically laughing.

"I'm going to clean up now!" Canada stammered, grabbing all of the dirty plates and rushing them to the sink, where he began to furiously scrub the syrup off of the dishes. Prussia followed him over there, leaving Russia and America at the empty table.

"If he hurts my brother you're helping me kill him." America stated coldly, looking into his boyfriend's violet eyes.

"Calm down America... He was just joking around." Russia reassured, placing a hand on the American's shoulder.

"I know. It's just- weird seeing them together" America admitted, "Like... Prussia is one of my best friends, and now he's dating my brother. It's hard to get used to."

"Don't worry about it. They're both responsible people." Russia said, rubbing America's back.

"Thank you. I love you." America said, grateful for the advice. He smiled and pecked Russia on the cheek before getting up and helping Prussia and Canada clean dishes. Russia watched on with a smile before bringing the syrup-stained table cloth to the washing machine. As he made his way to the basement he ran into Latvia.

"Latvia! Why didn't you join us for dinner?" Russia asked sweetly, looking down at the smaller country.

"P-prussia is s-scary." he shuddered, whispering as he looked around with fear.

"Prussia? He's not scary. He's a goofball." Russia reassured, growing increasingly worried for the little nation.

"HE HAS RED EYES!" Latvia said with terror in his blue eyes.

"I promise you, he's harmless. Imagine a loud, scary-looking marshmallow. Thats Prussia." Russia exclaimed, trying to calm the boy down.

"Really?" Latvia questioned hopefully, suddenly calming down after Russia's reassuring tone.

"Really. Now go to bed. It's nearly 10 o'clock." Russia commanded. Latvia nodded with a smile and gave Russia a hug for the first time in a long time. Russia's eyes opened wide in shock but he hugged back before Latvia pulled away, thanking him and heading upstairs. Russia's eyes watered a bit. Latvia had always been terrified of him, never wanting to hug him when he was a child. Maybe America really was changing him. He felt like a better person.

After he put the tablecloth in the wash, he was met with everyone getting ready for bed. Canada had changed into his polar bear pajamas, and Prussia was just wearing boxers with the flag of Prussia printed on them.

"Goodnight Russia!" Canada said cheerfully as he closed the door to his and Prussia's room.

"Sweet dreams." Russia mumbled back, heading into his own bedroom, where America was sliding around with his American flag socks. "You're a dork." Russia muttered, staring at his boyfriend, who was dancing around in the middle of the room.

"I just have too much swag for you." America joked sarcastically.

"Did you say goodnight to your brother?" Russia questioned.

"Of course. Couldn't go to bed properly if I didn't do the secret goodnight handshake with my bro." America explained. Russia smiled and they both got into the warm bed.

"Nighty Night." America mumbled sleepily.

"Goodnight you dork." Russia grumbled back with a smile.

--Time Skip--

It was roughly 2am when America woke to loud noises coming from inside the house. He grew slightly nervous and shook Russia to wake him up before saying,

"I think there's someone in the house."

"What?" Russia asked groggily, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in bed.

"Do you hear those noises?" America asked, his eyes wide with fear. Russia listened and shrugged before putting his head back on the pillow.

"I'm sure it's nothing." he mumbled casually.

"THERE COULD BE A MURDERER OR SOMETHING OUT THERE!" America whisper-screamed, poking his boyfriend's shoulder once again. Russia shrugged it off again and America leaped out of bed, grabbing the metal pipe Russia kept in his closet. With the pipe in his hand, America tiptoed out into the hallway, where he could hear the noise more clearly. It sounded like somebody was getting hurt and it was coming from his brother's room. America grew even more scared.. someone could be murdering his brother and his best friend!

America's heroic instincts suddenly kicked in and he kicked open his brother's door with the pipe raised in his hand, ready to beat the crap out of whoever had entered the house. As he looked towards the bed he internally screamed. There was no intruder.

America looked at the bed to see a shirtless Prussia, kissing his brother's neck, his brother moaning under his touch. America screamed and covered his eyes with his hands, causing Prussia and Canada too look over at the American, absolutely horrified. Russia had heard the scream and had rushed in, also shrieking when he saw Prussia on top of Canada.

"OH MAPLE!" Canada screamed, covering himself up with the blanket. Russia yanked the screaming American out of the room and shut the door, dragging him back to bed.

"THEY WERE HAVING SEX." America shrieked at his boyfriend as he curled up under the blankets in embarrassment. Russia started hysterically laughing as his boyfriend turned a deep shade of red.

"Why did you go in the room?!" Russia asked, trying to talk through fits of laughter.

"IT SOUNDED LIKE SOMEONE WAS GETTING KILLED." America whisper-screamed, causing Russia to double over in laughter.

"Do you not know what sex sounds like?!" Russia joked. Suddenly America went silent and Russia furrowed his brow. "What's wrong America?"

"I-I'm a virgin."

IM SORRY IM LAUGHING SO HARD RN. Idk why this was so funny to write but can you imagine omfg. I hope you don't mind the prucan... I asked in the earlier chapters and more people wanted prucan than franada so there we go. Anyway... Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!