It was in a deep bliz- ok so it wasn't a blizzard, it was Russia's basment. Gilbert was bunking with Russia after getting "side tracked" in the cold russian blizzard. The two men currently inhabited the basement with an akward pause stuck between them.
"Gilbert." The sound of his name made his ears perk up. "Yes mother Russia?"
"Wheres our clothes?"
The ex country looked down to see him self stark naked.
...
"GAH! I'M TO AWESOME FOR THIS TO HAPPEN!" The elder country looked over at the spazzing male.
"Prussia, you're out of line." Upon hearing those words Gilbert flinched before apologizing.
"So Mother Russia what do you think happened to our clothes?"
Ivan paused before answering.
"Belarus"
Que facepalm
My first one :D Be happy Isi