Prussia was bouncing off the walls of his new house; literally. After he had become a country again, or rather New Prussia to be exact, he had gained a new home and moved out of Germany's basement. After furnishing the place, he decided it was a fabulous occasion to have a huge party, and invite every country he knew. That's where we're at right now.

"Bruder, vhy is there a trampoline in your backyard?" Germany asked with a puzzled look on his face. He set down the cake he made, the frosting creating an exact replica of Prussia's flag, on the food table. "And why aren't you having a masquerade ball or something? I've always seen you as the type to go full out with occasions like these."

"Kesesese! West, I just figured that it would be nice for once to have a party where we all don't have to wear stiff white shirts and ties and stuff. Besides, it gave me a reason to buy a trampoline. I thought we could all bounce on it after we get wasted. You want to help me push Austria onto it later? That priss seriously needs to get out more." Prussia replied as he set more food onto the table. "Put all the alcohol in the fridge and cupboards for me, will ya?"

Germany did as he asked, and smiled at the thought of Austria on a trampoline. He would probably scream the entire time, or something. Prussia was right though; the man always seemed to have a stick up his ass. He continued placing alcoholic beverages in the appropriate designated areas. "I'm assuming the vodka is for Russia, ja?"

"Yeah, I made sure to buy a couple different brands so he won't pull that stupid pipe out on me. Had to make sure only to purchase the good kinds, too. With all the alcohol I bought for today, there's enough to keep the army going for a week." Prussia straightened up from fixing the plastic table cover. "Thanks for coming a little early, West. Awesome cake too. Now, where's Gilbird?"

As if on cue, the small little bird peeped and flew from the railing on the upper floor to come to rest on the top of Prussia's head. Just then, the doorbell rang, and the albino nation raced to get it, Gilbird peeping with excitement. Germany peered from the kitchen to see America and Canada walk in together, both armed with bags of chips, and a small polar bear clinging to the back of Canada's sweatshirt.

America took all of the chips into the kitchen, and poured them all into different bowls, with Germany's help. The doorbell rang once again, and Prussia opened it to see the other two members of the Bad Touch Trio, France and Spain, with Italy and Romano right behind them. France had a bottle of wine in each hand, Italy with a pasta salad, and Spain and Romano both carrying garlic bread. After setting down the food, France promptly greeted Canada by kissing him on each cheek, the two of them chattering away happily to each other in French.

Then, more nations came, England, Russia, Austria, Hungary, Switzerland, Japan, and China. England's clothing was the only thing that seemed to stand out from the rest of everyone's version of casual attire; neon green skinny jeans with a white tank top, wrist bands, and a dog tag with the British flag on it.

"Ah, Angleterre, you look very good in those clothes! You should wear clothes like that more often, oui?"

England blushed slightly, and rubbed the back of his neck in a casual manner. America snickered a little, Canada elbowing him in the ribs.

"Vhat do we vant to do first?" Germany asked his brother. Everyone turned to Prussia expectantly. After all, it was his party.

"Everyone grab a drink, eat mingle, I'm going to pick a movie we can all watch. Anyone got any suggestions?"

"Die hard! Or Independence Day!"

"Those are dumb movies, aru. We should watch something like House of Flying Daggers, aru."

"A documentary?"

"Hell no!"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Canada, Kumajiro."

After several minutes of heated debate, along with some snacking, they all agreed on one movie. Phantom of the Opera.

Once the decision had been made, all of the guests stacked their plates high with food and some beverages, then proceeding to seat themselves comfortably on the several sofas, or sit on the floor and lean against said sofas, as long as the fairly large coffee table was accessible. After sticking the disc into the player, he grabbed his food and a beer, seating himself between France and Spain. Gilbird peeped loudly in excitement when the surround sound system came on, which startled several people. Prussia hit play, and the party officially began.

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