Prussia turned around, his awesome-ness brimming off him like sparks. "Why, yes you may~!" He said, puffing out his chest.
"Alright. Full name, please." The unnamed person took out a pen and paper.
"What? Why?" Prussia questioned. "Is it really necessa-"
"FULL. NAME." The person said through his teeth, trying to keep a kind tone.
"G-Gilbert W. Beilshmidt!" Prussia yelled. "Mein Gott, no need to be forceful!"
The 'reporter' nodded slowly. "I see. Well, I have one more question for you, Gilbert: What would you do if I said I was Austria in disguise?"
Prussia raised one eyebrow. "I'd flip the hell out. What kind of question is that?" He suddenly gasped out.
The man ripped off his wig and clothes to show his true self. "It's because I AM Austria, you fool! I now know your true identity, Gilbert W. Beilshmidt!"
Prussia's expression was priceless. "What the hell is wrong with you?" His face suddenly changed into a Cheshire-like grin. "Well...if you know my real name, I should say that I've already known yours, Austria! It's Frederich Edelweiss!"
Austria recoiled. "Lies!" he spat furiously. "A name as preposterous as that would never fit my style. I was think more of a 'Roderich Edelstein' would fit perfectly." The curl on top of his head drooped. "...Shiza."
"So it's Roderich Edelstein! I should have known, kesese!" Prussia was perched on a rail like a giant bird. Speaking of birds, Gilbird seems to be nowhere in sight. "Hallo? Where's my bird?"
Sinister chuckling came from Austria. "Do you mean...this bird?" He unraveled his hand to show a little yellow bird in his palm.
"Cheep," it tweeted somewhat calmly.
"You arschloch!" Prussia made grabby hands at the bird. "Give me my birdy!"
Austria closed his hand tightly. "Never! Lets forget this ever happens and maybe I'll give him back."
Prussia nodded. "Yes! Whatever! Gimme my ficken bird!"
"Repeat after me:" Austria instructed. "I have no idea who Roderich Edelstein is."
"I-I have no idea who Roderich Edelstein is!" Prussia whined. He kept on repeating himself.
"No need for the repetition, dummkopf," Autria let the bird flutter out of his hand. "Here's your birdy." He watched as the bird nonchalantly circled around Prussia's head.
"Gilbird!" Prussia exclaimed happily. "Ich lieb dich, my Gilbird~!" He snuggled the small bird between his shoulder and cheek.
Austria groaned. "Now, if all of this is settled, I shall be leaving." He cleared his throat embarrassingly.
Prussia's ears perked up. "Hey, wait," he said. "Don't tell anyone about what just happened. And don't go spreading my true identity around, either. It spoils my awesome powers."
Austria rolled his eyes and groaned again. "Whatever, Prussia. Or should I say... The Awesome One." He managed to crack a half smile at him. "Oh, and I'm not ever going to give you part of Silesia. Just give up already." He flashed another playful grin.
Prussia grimaced, then quickly laughed. "You think that's going to stop me from trying? I really don't think so, my friend."
"Oh, shut up," Austria said, tease clear in his voice. "I'll make sure you won't." He turned his back and started to slowly walk forward.
Prussia scoffed lightly. "Alright, if you say so. I'm guessing I'll see you later, then?"
Austria raised his hand into a wave as he walked. "Ja. Auf Wiedersehen, Prussia." He put his hand down and disappeared behind a corner.
"Auf Wiedersehen, Austria," Prussia said softly. "Until next time..."