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Trying to decide what to do when this fic is over. Should it be a FACE family horror? That RonGrell I thought of doing? PruCan Selkie AU? Or maybe this one multipairing Hetalia Highschool AU? You guys decide!

Canada's POV:
"Aw. Don't you look handsome!" I complemented, seeing Gil in his suit jacket over a grey v-neck t-shirt and jeans. His Prussian cross dangled from his collar, framing that bomb ass collar bone. Sexy. Mm ye.
"Me? Have jou looked in zhe mirror? I'm pretty sure jou beat a cat video on zhe cute scale any day." Gil gaped. I was only wearing my red flannel shirt over dark blue jeans and brown work boots. I also had a touque on my head, my curl poking out casually. In all honesty, I was trying to tempt Gil with it. Hey, I'm a succubus at heart.
"Matthieu! I'm 'ere!" My papa's voice called from the front door. I grinned and went to answer it as Hector was swooped into PruPru's arms. My albino fiancé swung the child around in circles, smiling like the idiot he was.
"Sorry for calling you on such short notice." I apologized as I opened the door.
"Pas de problème! I love seeing my little grandson!" France hugged me, the smile on his face growing. "I 'aven't seen you zhis dressed up in ages!"
I pursed my lips and looked at the floor. "Yeah...I haven't been on a date in a long time..." I admitted.
"I'm so 'appy pour you, mon fils! Do you zhink he'll pop zhe question?"
"Um..." Obviously we hadn't told anybody about the engagement. We planned on throwing a party and announcing it there.
"Birdie! Are jou ready to go?" Prussia came to the doorway, Nova still in his arms. The redhead reached toward his grandfather and cooed.
"Zhere 'e is! Come 'ere you!" Francis lifted him out of Prussia's arms and held him in the air like he used to with me.
"Anyway...we've gotta go, papa." I kissed him on the cheek before taking Prussia by the hand and leading him through the door.
"Oui. Au revoir, Matthieu!" Francis carried the little province deeper into the house. I closed the door and turned back to Gil.
"Well then...allons."
"Isn't it suppose to be allons-y?" Prussia lifted an eyebrow.
"Quebec French isn't the same as France French." I shrugged and climbed into the car.
Once Gil got in, I drove to the restaurant we booked a place in earlier.
"Hey, Birdie?" Prussia leaned against my side, locking our hands together.
"Yeah?"
"Do you see who I see?" He whispered in my ear.
"Is that...?"
"Ja."
Germany and Italy were in the line a few spots in front of us.
"Should we say hi?"
"Nein. I vant to spy on zhem." He smirked.
"Seriously?"
"Ja!"
"How the hell did I end up with you?" I rolled my eyes.
"I'm sexy. It was unavoidable." He poked my side teasingly.
"You are so happy today." I noticed.
"Of course I am. I get to go on a date wizh zhe second most awesome guy in zhe vorld."
I smiled. "I love you, PruPru." I pulled him toward me by the front of his shirt and kissed him gently. He kissed back with a certain hunger, his hands reaching toward my butt.
"Gil!" I pulled away. "You couldn't wait?"
"Ve could alvays skip zhe dinner. I like jour pancakes better zhan anyzhing any restaurant could make." He kept his arms around my waste.
"I'm flattered. But didn't you want to stalk your brother?"
"Stalk? Nein. I just vanted to see him sveat because of Italy's strange social norms."
I smiled. He was such a dork.

We were seated within viewing distance of Gerita to Prussia's delight. He spent a large portion of our meal sneaking glances at the two.
I sighed and subtly undid the first two buttons of my shirt to distract him.
It actually worked.
"My eyes are up here, sunshine." I glared.
"Ja. Sorry." He looked down at his lap.
"I'm kidding, Gil. Chill b'y."
Our food finally arrived and we dug in in silence. Halfway through, Prussia's eyes glided toward his brother once again.
"Birdie...look." He nudged his head in their direction. I slowly turned around and smiled at what I saw.
Germany was on one knee and Italy was practically crying.
"Oh my god! Aw!" I turned back to Gil, but he was already gone.
"Congrats broha!" He had run up to Ludwig and was now hugging him.
I decided to make my way over slowly.
"Gil? Vhat zhe hell are jou doing here?"
"I'm vith Mattie!" Gil gave his younger sibling a noogie to which the blonde scowled.
"C'mon, Gil. Let's go to the hotel." I took his hand and dragged him away, giving Germany an apologetic look.
"Fine. Fine." He shrugged his brother off and followed me to the front of the room to pay our bill.

So guess what the next scene is!
Yes, that well awaited PruCan lemon!!!
I'm gonna make it worth the wait, that's for sure.
Anyway...you'll probably have to wait until after the weekend. Sorry. But that's just how it is. :) I totally didn't plan it this way :) Nope :) not at all :)
-shick

(Petition to rename RusCan Vladimir Poutine?)