A/N: I'm going to be honest, this is not what it was originally supposed to be at all. XDD At first is was a Hetalia/Mario crossover, then this seemed more interesting. What do you guys think of it? Should I continue this or just scrap it and do the Hetalia/Mario crossover?
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA
"Prussia!" Germany called from the top of the stairs. "Get up!"
The said Prussian in the basement groaned as the sounds of his younger brother reached his eardrums. Can't an awesome man have some sleep around here?! Even if it is his brother's house, he has a right to wake up when he wants! God, is that too much?! "I don't want to, West! Can't you go wake up Italy or something?" Prussia buried his face in his pillow. "Vee, but I'm already up!" Italy's voice called out this time. Well, that explains the smell of pasta at eight in the morning.
"Alright, alright! Gott!" Prussia rolled off of his bed and stood up. His silver hair flew out in different directions and his ruby red eyes had bags under them. I should've known not to drink with Spain and France last night, the nation thought, trudging up the stairs. "What do you want, West?" the shorter man smoothed out his striped pajamas and glared up at his brother. Germany leaned on the doorframe and shrugged.
"Well, Italy and I are going to Japan's house to have some sushi." Germany rubbed his stomach when he finished, letting out a sigh full of regret. "It was my idea!" Italy popped out of nowhere, holding a plate of freshly made spaghetti. "I made some pasta for the road, Doistu!" the redhead looked up at the German, smiling, lifting up the plate of food to his face.
"I told you to stop calling me that!" Germany groaned, pushing the plate back down to Italy with a grunt. "Uhh, hello, you unawesome people! I'm still here!" Prussia waved his arms in front of the two.
"Oh, ja. Well, I want you to stay here." Prussia smiled, his eyes sparkling. Is Germany serious?! He has to be! This'll be the best day ever! Prussia zoned out, thinking about how will he get the strobe lights and disco ball for the best party of 1999! "And I have a few ground rules." Prussia snapped back to reality. R..rules?! "You're kidding, right, West?" the albino slumped his shoulders. This was so not awesome! The younger brother shook his head.
"Nein. I'm not kidding. I'm leaving you home by yourself. However, I have a few rules for you to follow. I don't want to come back with the fire department saying my house burnt down, again." The blonde shot his brother a glare. "One time, West! I told you it'll never happen again!" Prussia sweat dropped then pushed the German out the door. "Now go. I don't want Japan to think you two aren't going to show."
"I get to drive!" Italy called from his neon red Toyota Camry. He waved to the two brothers. "C'mon, Doistu! It'll be fun!"
"...I'm driving!" Germany didn't take his time at all getting to the car, pulling Italy into the passenger seat, and taking the wheel. "We'll be back by dinner, Prussia! Don't ruin my house! The list of rules are on the fridge!" And with that, the Toyota zoomed out the driveway and down the street. "Don't worry, my unawesome brother! I'll be fine! Take care! Come back soon! Don't run over anyone!" Prussia waved until the red car was out of view and bolted into the house! "Yes! I have the whole house to myself! Gilbird! Where are you little buddy?! We're planning a party!" Loud squawking noises came from the basement and a yellow bird flew out the door and perched itself comfortably on Prussia's head.
"Yes! Now let's see these stupid rules West has left me." The albino swaggered his way into the kitchen and stopped when he heard the crinkle of paper under his foot. "What the...?" Prussia lifted his foot. Don't even think about going into Italy's room was written on the paper. The nation's eyes widened. He was five feet away from the fridge, where West said the list would be. It can't be... Prussia looked up and saw a magnet on top of a piece of paper that rolled all the way to his feet. It is. The list of Germany's rules!
"West doesn't trust me that much? I'm trustworthy, right Gilbird?" The bird on Prussia head just chirped and nipped at his feathers. The nation walked to the fridge and took the list. "Don't touch the stove. Don't mess with the DVD player. Don't invite France or Spain over?! What the fuck kind of list of rules is this?! I bet all I can do without breaking any of these rules is sit down and twiddle my thumbs!" Prussia threw the list down and crossed his arms. "I'm not following them! So take that, West! Kesesese." The albino reached for his box of Lucky Charms and opened the fridge. "Oh look, I'm opening the fridge, hope I'm not breaking any rules. Hey look, a note on the milk!" Prussia peeled off the piece of paper and took a look at it.
"Also, I installed cameras last night. So if you do break any of my rules, I'll know. Also, feed the dogs too. Germany..." Prussia growled and ripped the paper to shreds. "Fuck you, West!" The nation then sat at the kitchen table and made his cereal. Maybe a beer can do well too.
Prussia sighed as he scratched his silver locks. That beer was definitely worth it. He needed it. He played with the bowl of cereal before him. What did West want him to do again? Something about feeding the dogs or something like that. Whatever! It wasn't his problem anyway. He has a ton of more important, and awesome, things to do. Like bother Hungary or something. Maybe this time he won't slip into a half coma! That's the goal of the day! The nation stood up and dumped his cereal in the sink. Prussia dusted off his hands. "Wait, I'm still in my pajamas! The awesome me has to change!" The albino made his way to the closet and pulled out his old uniform from World War Two.
"This would be nice, right?" Prussia took a whiff of the articles of clothing. "Hmmm, a little ripe but nothing awesome cologne can't fix!" The nation then peeled off his pajamas and saw it. His legs d...dissolving! Like tiny pieces of his legs popping off and disappearing into the air. This was going at an extremely fast pace. Prussia knew what this meant. He was disappearing! No... no no no no! He has to call someone!
The Prussian ran to the kitchen and dived for his cell phone. Who should I call? West? No! Prissy pants? No, he won't believe me! America...? The dissolving process was moving to his five meters. No! Not my five meters! Fine, America it is! Prussia punched in the blondes phone number and gripped the phone tightly to his ear. Pick up pick up pick up! "Hello, the hero speaking!"
"America! I need your help! Something bad is happening! I'm disappearing! I think...I think Mother is tired of us!" Prussia cried, screaming as pieces of his right hand gave away and dissolved. America, on the other line, was shocked. This was the first time Prussia said that much and haven't included the word 'awesome'. And, the mention of Mother. The nations agreed to never speak of her unless they started to dissolve. She's done, and doing, too much to them and speaking of her is like the 8th sin. "Are you sure you're disappearing? Maybe you're hallucinating or something. Nothing the hero can't fix! Trust me, Prussia! You'll be fine!" America then laughed, hoping that what he said is true.
"America, I might get drunk, but I don't get drunk to the point where I'm hallucinating unawesome shit like this! I'm disappearing! Fuck, my left arm's starting to give way. Call West, or eyebrows, or someone! I need awesome help!" Suddenly the sound of a phone dropping was heard and the line went dead. No...this can't be happening! "Iggy!" America stood up and grabbed his coat. "Get in here!" England walked in, his hand on his hip and a pink apron wrapped around his waist. "What is it now, git? I'm making scones." The bushy eyed man lifted a burnt scone. "Maybe I should try again..." The British man examined the pastry closely, only to have America smack it out of his hand.
"Will you stop with the fucking scones for two minutes?! Prussia's disappearing?!" The taller nation waved his hands around, trying to explain how big of a deal this was.
"And? Prussia was going to disappear someday. His empire is gone. It's been gone since World War Two." England shrugged and crossed his arms. America groaned and shook the British man. "Don't you get it?! Why do you think Rome disappeared?! Mother was tired of him, now she's tired of Prussia! What if we're next?!"