According to TV tropes, disclaimers don't really need to be said since this site already covers that. So instead, I'm going to state changes that must be done if I ever own the rights to Hetalia. Why? 'Cause.

Change 1: England must always wear his Nurse Outfit on the battlefield. No exceptions.

Prussia walked quickly down the hall to the meeting room, a small bounce in his step and a large grin on his face. After two days of having to sit through his boss's ramblings in Germany's place while his brother managed to get away and host the world meeting, he was more than prepared to raise a bit of hell today.

The kind of hell that Germany would kill him twice over for, but that was just the consequence of having an unawesome brother, he supposed.

He even chose the perfect time to arrive; around the time when the meeting was supposed to end. It was the time when the other nations knew they should be at the TV or downing a pint, and were most likely to go along with his impromptu party.

Grin stretching wider, he ran into the assembly and yelled at the top of his lungs, "THE AWESOME PRUSSIA IS HERE!"

No answer.

Wait, no answer?! Looking round the meeting room, he realised that for once, there was no-one around. The chairs were all over the place, so he must have just missed them.

...Weird.

Prussia wandered the room, taking note of the names on the backs of the chairs. The only chairs that had been tucked back in were Japan's, Germany's, America's, and Lithuania's. Ignoring the strangeness of America seeming somewhat organised, Prussia subconsciously started to tuck in the rest of the chairs himself.

Well, maybe he had a few things in common with his brother.

England's chair was lying on its front, as if someone had pulled the back of the leg. Considering that France's chair was broken in two next to England's, Prussia could get an idea of what happened. He chuckled; he would've loved to see England's face then.

Spain's chair was scooted rather close to Romano's, as usual. Romano apparently scooted to Italy in response and Germany's chair was moved as close to the edge as possible. Prussia sighed. Who did Germany think he was kidding? Everyone could see he had the hots for the little Italian!

Though Germany was far from the only one. Romano, America, England, China... All of these countries were so... unawesome at figuring out their feelings! Was he seriously the only one who could see the UST here?! It couldn't be that hard to confess your feelings, could it?

Well, whatever. He had more interesting things to do than speculate on unawesome love lives. That was Hungary and her weird guy magazine's job.

Speaking of Hungary...

There was a small notebook lying just in front of Hungary's chair, lying open. Prussia grinned; he knew he wasn't the only one who filled in a diary! This was awesome! Completely forgetting about the disorderly state of the room, he ran over and squatted down by the notebook. No harm in a little blackmail material, right?

England imagined running his hand over America's bare chest...

Woah, that wasn't blackmail material!

...Really? Prussia rolled his eyes at the content. Yeah, everyone knew Hungary had a thing for playing voyeur on fairies, but writing about it during a meeting?! That was a little extreme, even for her. Was she sitting next to Japan or... yeah she was. Figures.

"Hey!"

Scheiße.

"Prussia!" Hungary stormed up to the albino and whipped the book out of his grasp before he could get a word in edgeways, "What the hell were you doing with this?!"

"Uh... Reading it?" Prussia answered, straightening up. It was okay, she didn't have her frying pan for once. If she did, it would've connected with his face by now.

"Uh-huh." Oh crap, that book was a hard cover! "And why were you reading it, smart ass?"

"It was right there! How many times have you read one of my awesome diaries?!"

"Awesome? I must keep missing those parts," Hungary leant against the table, relaxing a little; "What did you read?"

"The gay sex part."

Hungary breathed a little sigh of relief. Oh man, so there was potential blackmail! "Which one?" she asked.

"Something about Eyebrows and America."

"Oh, right," Hungary grinned, "You have to admit they were made for each other, though."

"I know, right?" Prussia grinned back, "You would think being called 'The Special Relationship' would give some sort of clue."

"You too? Oh, thank God. I thought it was just me and Japan who could see it."

"Of course! The awesome me can see UST from a mile away! You know, with my brother and all."

"Don't remind me," groaned Hungary.

Prussia laughed loudly, "I feel ya, sis." Ignoring her glare at the term, he demanded, "I didn't get to see much of your book, though. Let me see more!"

"Why should I?"

"Come on... I could give you some awesome tips..." He smirked at the now thoughtful look on Hungary's face. Score! He was good.

Eventually Hungary looked back and nodded. "One minute," she told him, running to the shredder Germany always insisted on having, ever since Spain managed to find the notes that Italy was constantly giving Germany.

Which Romano then got hold of. Which then caused the meeting to abruptly end.

Prussia followed Hungary, where she was shredding some of the earlier sheets of paper in her book. He tried to peer over her shoulder and peek at the writing, but a quick hit to the face from the book told him that was one of his less awesome ideas. Clutching his nose, he gave up and sulked on Austria's chair.

After a final check, Hungary nodded in approval and sat back down next to Prussia. Passing the book over, she told him, "America was sick today, so I based the story off of that."

England rested his head on the table, clearly frustrated .What was with him today?! Usually he had little problem focusing on Germany's long, drawn out speeches, but today...

Today, he couldn't keep his focus off the empty chair beside him. That is, the one America was meant to sit his fat arse on. Seriously, shouldn't he be happy that America wasn't there to annoy him for once? After all, the meeting had been running a lot smoother than usual.

He was so distracted by his thoughts that he didn't notice everyone getting up and packing their notes away, until France got his attention.

"Rise and shine, Angleterre!" laughed France, grabbing the Brit's chair and pulling it back. A surprised yelp from England was cut short when his chin impacted with the table. Loudly.

"Fuck you, France!" yelled England. He stood up, grabbed France's chair and tried to hit the fellow nation over the head. He only gave up once the chair had been broken to pieces from constantly hitting the table and floor. Losing his anger, he stormed out of the meeting room, avoiding the gazes of the other nations.

Prussia leaned back in his chair and laughed his trademark laugh at the image, "Did that seriously happen?!"

"Yeah. Poor guy will probably have a bruise there by tomorrow."

"Kesesese! I need to see that tomorrow! He's gonna look hilarious!"

America. For reasons he didn't quite know (or didn't want to admit to himself), he felt the need to see the blue-eyed nation. Fortunately, America had fallen ill while he was here in Japan, so he just needed to find out the man's hotel room.

...

"Hey, where's the rest?!"

"Huh?" Hungary quickly shut off her mobile (Prussia didn't want to know what she had been looking at) and turned to him, confused. "...Oh, right, I took out the rest."

"What?! But that's the best part! They're never gonna solve anything without fucking each other into the mattress at some point!"

Hungary rolled her eyes at her childhood friend's priorities, "It wasn't that good, that's all. Why don't you write it if you want it so much?"

Prussia grinned at the suggestion, "Maybe I will. I could work on it with Spain if you let me borrow this. France said this morning that he'll be busy making sure England doesn't kill America in his sleep today."

Hungary stared at Prussia for a good few seconds, and then turned away quickly, "Be my guest. But I want it back by tomorrow evening." Despite pointedly not looking at the albino, Prussia still caught that excited gleam in her eyes.

He stood up and winked at her, closing the book, "Trust me, sis, this will be the most awesome sex you will ever read. I've spent more than enough nights with Austria for that." He burst into laughter at her furious expression, and ran out the meeting room.

Seriously, thank God she didn't have that frying pan.

I never finished this on the kink meme, and now I have no idea where to find it since the move to Dreamwidth. But I guess I'll just finish the story here instead.

I remember reading a strip showing Prussia being just as neat with his clothes as his brother, which gave me the headcanon that Prussia will have the most insane parties in the history of parties... then help Germany clean up the next day XD

Anyway, hope you enjoyed, review if you feel so inclined, all that good stuff ^_^