"I am going to kill you!" Germany roared into Prussia's face, having backed the albino up against a wall to prevent any and all escape routes.
"Woah, West, take it easy," Gilbert said as he shrank down the wall, the unfamiliar, un-awesome feeling of fear gripping his chest.
"Take it easy? Take it easy?! Do you have any idea what you've done?!"
"Took you out for some fun at an amazing nightclub? Convinced your little lover to wear an outfit that had you nearly coming in your pants when he started 'dancing' with you?" Prussia offered helpfully, trying to remind Germany of all the nice things he had done that night.
In classic bad-timing, said boy toy appeared over Germany's left shoulder, vibrating with excess energy.
"Veveveveveveveve~" Italia tapped Ludwig's cheekbone with every 've'. Germany's eye twitched. Prussia winced.
"Germany! Germany! Let's dance! Everyone else is dancing and I want to dance! It's hot in here are you hot Doitsu because I'm very very hot, veveveve~"
Ludwig pinched the bridge of his nose. "Feliciano, please, calm down!"
"Hahaha! 'Feliciano, please, calm down!' You sound sooooo funny when you say things like that! Please please please dance with me!"
Germany's face looked like he was in serious physical pain. "Not now, liebe, I'm... busy." He returned his glare to Gilbert ten-fold.
"Awwwwww! Doitsu, you called me 'love'! That's cuter than pasta! Gilbert, did you hear Germany? Isn't Germany the cutie-ist?!"
Prussia un-awesomely whimpered.
"Germany loves me! I'm really hot and sweaty and Ludwig loves me! I'm going to tell eeeeeeeveryone!" Feliciano ran off, presumably to tell everyone exactly how much Germany loved him.
Ludwig gritted his teeth and prepared to murder his brother.
"I'm sorry!" Prussia yelped, "I thought it'd be funny! I didn't know he'd get this bad!"
"You can't just give the most hyperactive nation in the world ecstasy and expect everything to be fine! It's illegal! It's dangerous!"
"Umm, West…" Gilbert pointed to the dance floor behind him. Turning to look, Ludwig was greeted with the sight of his boyfriend stripping in the middle of the crowd. Launching away from the wall, Germany stalked over to collect Feliciano and destroy the dancers who had begun to gyrate against the overheated nation.
By the time a half-naked Italia was slung over Ludwig's shoulder and talking animatedly to his lower back, Prussia had managed to slip away.
Germany growled. Gilbert may have been able to survive the dissolving of his country, but he'd be damned if the albino survived after Ludwig got a hold of him.
~End