A/N – Welcome Hetalians! Co-author Eris Shadowblade speaking. Thank you for taking enough time out of your fun-filled life to read our miserable little story. Like all fanfics, it will take a bit of time to upload each chapter. Also, please favorite Karma-the-danish-viking as well as myself, Eris Shadowblade. One more thing: WE DO NOT OWN HETALIA, although we wish we did. And now, ON WITH THE SHOW!
CHAPTER 1
Denmark: GERMANY! Where is my battle axe?
Germany: Uh, vhat?
Denmark: Where. Is. My. Battle. Axe!?
Germany: Oh, zhat. I put it avay.
Denmark: Where?
Germany: *sigh* In zhe kitchen closet vith Prussia's veapons.
Prussia: Vait, vhat? Since vhen? I need zhose!
Germany: Prussia, vhere in zhe hell did you come from?!
Prussia: I heard my awesome name! Besides, I need my veapons to defeat Hungary!
Germany: I zhought you settled zhat a vhile back. Unless she is still mad about zhat whole "cloth" incident.
Prussia: *blushing* Shut it, West.
Denmark: Wait, what cloth incident? What happened? Tell me!
Germany: Vell, it started vhen Turkey beat up Hungary, und Prussia vanted to wrap her vounds-
Prussia: Because I vanted to do something nice for her.
Denmark: *laughs hysterically* Yeah right! You would never do something like that without a catch!
Hungary: *enters* Oh, hello. Vhat are you talking about?
Prussia: *freezes*
Hungary: Oh, vell is it isn't the sexist bastard Prussia.
Denmark: Wait, did you just call Prussia "sexy"?
Hungary: I said SEXIST, you douchenozzle.
Denmark: But wait, didn't you say yesterday that-
Hungary: Shut it, Dane. *glaring at him, but blushing*
Denmark: Wait a minute, you're blushing! Is it true what Italy said the other day about yo-
Hungary: I said, SHUT IT DANE! *slaps*
Prussia: Ooohhh. You just got bitch slapped!
Denmark: Oh My God that I don't believe in. I think you broke my nose!
Germany: Here, I'll help. *attends to Denmark's wound*
Hungary: So vhat VERE you guys talking about?
Germany: Actually, ve vere talking about you.
Hungary: Vhat? Vhy? Vhat vere you talking about?
Prussia: *nervous* Vell, if you don't mind, I'll just be leaving now… *scurries off*
Hungary: Is he alright?
Denmark: *stands up with bloody nose* He's probably just shy because he has a crush on you. *Germany and Hungary freeze*
Hungary: *blushing* Go home, you're drunk.
Denmark: What? It's tru-
Germany: I zhink ve have more important zhings to deal vith right now, like that nose of yours, Denmark.
Denmark: It's fine. I've gotten worse from Sweden.
Germany: Hm, good point.
Hungary: Speaking of which, isn't zhat him behind you?
Denmark: Wha-
Sweden: *hits Denmark on the back of the head* Hm. Fin t' told me you were planning a' attack.
Germany: How zhe hell did Finland know?
Denmark: Ow… I might've told Fin.
Hungary: You are such an idiot.
Sweden: Agreed. Also, Prus'sia has been listenin' the whol' time behind wa'll *leaves*
Germany: *sigh* I'll go get him. *walks out to get Prussia*
Denmark: Ahhh. Me and Sev are the best of friends.
Hungary: . . . . Jeepers.
Germany: *walks in dragging a struggling Prussia*
Hungary: *sarcastic* So I guess Prussia finally decided to grace us vith his appearance.
Prussia: Come on, West, let me go! *struggles* I don't vant my awesome to be tainted by zhat dragon lady!
Hungary: *glares at Prussia* You are such a douchenozzle.
Denmark: *whispers to Germany* Oh, she so likes him.
Hungary: *calm, but slightly blushing* I heard zhat. *sighs* Men are idiots. *about to leave when Japan suddenly bursts in*
Japan: Mr. Germany, I need your help. Italy has run off.
Germany: Damn! Not again. Excuse me. *leaves hurriedly with Japan*
Denmark: *grabs Prussia before he can escape* Why'd you come here anyway?
Prussia: Zhis IS my bruder's house. Und I live here.
Denmark: Yeah, I was wondering where you were going to live after what happened.
Prussia: *lowers head* Ja….
Hungary: Oh, dear, I'd completely forgotten. I vas supposed to deliver zhis to Germany. *holds out envelope*
Denmark: *lets go of Prussia; he stands up*What is it?
Prussia: Let me see. *reaches for envelope, and Prussia and Hungary's hands touch. They look at each other and blush. Prussia pulls his hand back and averts his eyes. He whispers an apology*
Hungary: *still blushing, but clears throat*
Denmark: *notices* Awww. You liiiiikeee him!
Hungary: *raises hand as if about to slap him*
Denmark: *cowers in fear*
Hungary: *sighs and slowly puts her hand down*Zhis is like baby-sitting 2-year-olds.
Germany: *returns mumbling something about Italy being a pasta-loving trothel*
Hungary: Oh zhank God you are here. Here. *hands him the envelope*
Germany: Vhat is zhis? *looks over envelope*
Hungary: I'm not sure. Austria asked me to deliver it to you. Somzhing about-
Denmark: What, you liking Prussia? *sly smile*
END CHAPTER
A/N – Geez, Prussia. WHY YOUR ACCENT SO WEIRD? I mean, sometimes he says the "w"s as "v"s and sometimes he doesn't. Anyway, that was updated chapter one. Please comment, favorite, follow, bow to us, whatever works. See you next time, and Asta la Pasta!