I do not own Hetalia

"Prussia is up to something," stated Germany firmly to a very bored G20 meeting, "It concerns me. He bought, a few years ago, a very large old and empty school in the moutains of Switzerland." Switzerland growled and pulled his gun.

"Where is he, I'm going to shoot him,"he announced, furious he could be anywhere near his sister.

"I don't know, he's been disappearing for weeks a time, he doesn't even bother me for a beer." An errie silence overtook the entire room until Spain spoke up.

"Si, mi amigo has not been out with France and I very much lately," France nodded in agreement, "we should investigate this school/place of his." A gereral nod of agreement and they prepared to leave.

Prussia himself was currently trying to stop a furious fist fight amoungst his charges. Insults in various languages flew thick and fast, heavy thuds of fist meeting body followed just as quickly. A simple argument has dissolved into full scale war, he could only sit back and watch at the moment. His door bell rang an he excused himself, not that the teens noticed, to answer it. Opening he door he found himself face to face with the wrong end of Switzerlands rifle.

" Oh shit," he noticed the accusing gaze of a few other nations, "hey guys, what's up."

"Why don't you tell us," snapped Austria.

"Guys," he tried to block the door but Russia shoved him to one side, "Don't go in there, you can't know yet." HE followed them to the living room were they stopped short.

The fist fight was still going strong until some one shouted, "What is this, aru?" Moscow stopped just moments from slamming his fist into Copenhagen's stomach and looked up. Prussia was glaring, alongside several other adults. He knew Bejing was stuck under his knee so the person who had spoken couldn't have been her he saw some one who looked exactly like his small friend, he must be China. Slowly he untangled himself from the other capitals and stood to the side, blushing awkwardly. One by one the other capitals stood, staring warily at the nations, no one spoke for a long moment.

"Bruder," Germany pinned his older brother with his piercing blue eyes, "Who are these kinder?" Prussia was silent and was about to speak when a cold voice spoke for him.

"These are the capitals," everyone turned to the speaker. She was a short girl, only about 5'2 with an eyepatch over her right eye. Her left was was a brilliant gold color than seemed to pin down not just the nations but the capital. The girl only looked to be 12 years old but gave off the aura of some one much older. "If you had ever paid attention you would have known that." She took a few steps down the staircase, holding tightly to her cane. Her overwhelming aura of power and dignity silenced the nations even further, who was this?

"D.C., it is unawesome to insult people," Prussia said, stepping foreward and aiding her in decending the last few stairs. D.C. pursed her lips in annoyance, "So while it acceptable for the to act like idiots it is not so for me to point it out?"

Groaning Prussia replied, "How many times have we gone over this?"

"More than I care to count." she huffed, glaring as he ruffled her hair, "now stop that nonsense." He grinned and backed away.
"Are you going to eat something, why else would you have come downstairs?" Prussia moved as she stumped her way to the kitchen.

'If you had allowed me to put a mini-fridge and microwave in my room I wouldn't even come downstairs."

"I know, that's exactly why I won't let you, there's this thing called socializtion, most people make it a habit." Prussia sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, "Maybe you should to."

"No." She disappeared into the kitchen, leaving behind very confused nations and a slightly annoyed Prussia.

Moscow shifted awkwardly and Prussia's gaze snapped to him.

"Ah, how did that fist fight start anyway?" Then teen coughed, and shuffled his feet, not answering.

"Paris was being a bitch," snapped London and Paris sputtered incredulously.

"I was not!" She whirled on London, glaring, "You were the one who decided to steal Moscow's book.

"My book is missing," said Moscow, blinking with surprise, "I thought we were fighting for the fun of it."

Bejing muttered a few swear words in Manderin and inched away from him, Moscow only shrugged, "Opps." Cophenhagen scoffed and crossed his arms, scowling at Prussia.

"Told you the freak liked to fight for the hell of it." Prussia rolled his eyes while the other nations could only stare.

"You will be introducing yourselves da?" Russia smiled in a manner that suggested if they didn't everyone would be dead very shortly.

The capitals ignored him and began bickering again, Prussia was going to step in when the frozen tones of D.C. did it for him.

"Stop fighting idiots," the others froze. D.C. entered the room, a horrible scowl marring her pretty face, "You all might be centuries older than I but you are complete idiots." Her gold eye seemed to flash red, even Russia took a step back from the murderous aura. "I'm going to finish my work, try to not kill each other." D.C. limped past them and up the stairs. No one spoke until a large crash was heard from the front door.

A tiny figure that made Germany pale in freight stood at the door, grinning like a maniac, "Guten Tag losers, Berlin is in the building!"