In Which Prussia Is a 'Ghost'

It's Prussia's birthday. Hilarity ensues. Brief PruCan

The alarm buzzed loudly, breaking the silence of the early German dawn. Silencing it, the Prussian broke into a huge grin.

'Finally! It's the most awesome holiday; my birthday!' He rolled out of bed, not bothering to pick his blankets up off the floor and booted up his computer.

'First, we'll go see MySpace.' He opened his page, and to his surprise there wasn't a single birthday greeting.

'That's odd…Maybe they're all on my FaceBook…' He frowned when there wasn't a single notification. It was the same story for his Twitter, Tumblr, or even his MyYearbook.

'Not even my own brother remembered. Next time his ass needs saving, just see if the Awesome Prussian Empire goes out of its way to help. Jerks!' He logged off his computer and swiveled around in his chair. Officially pissed, he threw open his door with a bang and stalked to the kitchen. Feliciano stood over the stove making breakfast. Which would've been normal, had he said good morning. Feli, being the 'slightly' more friendly half of the Italy brothers, never failed to greet Gilbert every morning.

'Okay…Guess it's my turn…' He cleared his throat.

"G' morning, Feli." The Italian didn't look up from his pancakes. Prussia growled a little under his breath.

"I said-"

"Germany! Good morning! I made pancakes!" Feliciano rushed pass him to throw his arms around West. After detangling himself, Ludwig pulled his chair up next to Gilbert's and began planning their training for the day. Gilbert decided to try his luck with his little brother.

"Hey, West, could you hand me-?" He stuttered to a stop as Germany leaned around him to grab a plate.

"Italy, you did finish the mile I set for you yesterday, correct?" Italy started, then tried to make himself appear smaller and more innocent.

"Ve, it's just I got so tired, that- " A bang cut off the rest of Feli's sentence. Gilbert leaned on the kitchen door he had just slammed.

'It doesn't make any sense,' he thought, biting his lip, 'I remembered their birthdays-okay, so all I got West was another dirty magazine, but still. I remembered.' Still grumbling, he headed to his room and got back on the computer. After rechecking all his web pages-'Not even the Prussia-is-Awesome fan page!'-he decided to do something he had done only once before. He decided to Google himself. After entering Prussia into the search bar, he clicked the first link that came up.

"'Prussia shaped the history of Germany.' Well, duh! He's my little brother! 'Success on the battleground against Austria' Oh that was awesome! Blah blah-Wait, 'The End of Prussia?'" The already pale ex-nation grew bone white as he continued reading. When he finally reached the end of the post, he slumped back in his chair with his head in his hands.

MEANWHILE, IN THE KITCHEN

"Ve, Germany you don't think he suspected anything, do you?" Germany shook his head and drained his coffee.

"If anything, all we've done is anger him," he said, wiping his hand across his mouth, "Did you remember to send out the invitations?" Italy grinned and pulled a large envelope out of his pocket.

"The only one left is to the birthday boy himself. I thought we could get his boyfriend, Cana-Canay- ya' know, America's brother- to give it to him." Italy slipped Prussia's invitation back into his pocket and settled himself into Germany's lap, causing the blonde nation to turn red. Italy looked up at him innocently.

"Germany, do we have to train today?" He batted his eyelashes and pouted.

"Ah-Italy, I, uh-," he took a deep breath, and then released it with a small grin. "No, I suppose we need all day to plan his party, anyway."

"Yay!" Italy gave him a small peck on the cheek and ran to get the phone. Thrusting the device into Germany's hands he said, "Could you call America and tell him to send his brother over?"

"You didn't tell America, right? You know he can't keep a secret."

"No, you told me not to."

"Good."
MEANWHILE, IN THE BEDROOM OF AWESOME

Gilbert's thoughts buzzed rapidly around his head, chasing one until it blurred into the next.

'There's no way I'm dead. There can't be. The Awesome Kingdom of Prussia is alive! Isn't it? Okay, so I don't make any decisions, and I'm not invited to world meetings, but...It can't be true. No. No way…but, Italy didn't respond to me this morning, and neither did West…If I'm dead, who'll take care of Mattie?'
He banged his head on the desk, putting a goose egg in the middle of his forehead. He gave a low whistle, and Gilbird flew down from his perch above Gilbert's bed.

'Well, at least Gilbird can hear me,' he thought rubbing the birds head.

"Look at me," he said , getting the birds attention, "I want you to go make sure my awesome boyfriend is taken care of, okay?" In a sudden burst of inspiration, he tore a strip off a piece of printer paper and scribbled something down. Tying it to the bird's leg, he added, "Make sure he gets this, okay?"

Gilbird chirped an affirmative, and nipped Prussia's finger affectionately. In a rush of feathers, he had disappeared out the window and into a brilliant German morning. Gilbert sighed and threw on a pair of jeans. It was time to get some answers, and he knew just where to start.