This is new for you. You should feel honored. I guarantee you have never seen me in a romantic mood before. I simply can't remember the last time I honestly didn't want to throw up at the thought of mushy crap. I don't know why I'm in a romantic mood, I just wanted to immortalize it. So here's a story for you! Don't forget to read my note at the bottom for further instructions. I will meet you at the rendezvous point in 1000 words.

This is an awesome idea, Prussia thought to himself as he hid behind the kitchen counter. There's no way she's expecting this!

The albino slowly held the mirror out behind the counter to check out his girlfriend. Good, he thought. Liz isn't looking!

Hungary was making dinner, in fact. Goulash. Prussia's mouth watered as the scent molested his mouth. Oh dear GOD that woman can cook.

Hungary started humming happily to herself as she added the browned meat and Prussia grinned. He silently rolled into the kitchen and crawled, slowly, to his girlfriend. He stood up deliberately and tried not to snicker as he brandished his neon red water gun. He pointed it at Hungary's head.

"Any last-"

"AUGH!" Hungary screamed and slammed Prussia's face with the frying pan.

"AUGH!" Prussia cried out stumbling to the floor. "Augh, ow! Fuck! What the hell!"

Hungary held her chest, panting. "You scared me, asshole! Don't do that!"

"You hit me with a frying pan, asshole! VerDAMMT, that hurts!"

"You know not to sneak up on me like that," Hungary yelled.

Prussia stood up and rubbed his chin, wincing. "Who the hell else could it possibly be?"

"I dunno, an intruder!"

Prussia looked more upset by that than by the frying pan. "An intruder? The hell, Liz! You know I protect this fortress like a boss!"

"Stop calling our house a fortress," Hungary growled. "And your idea of protection is booby-trapping the doors."

"Has it failed yet?"

"I'm just waiting," Hungary said, rolling her eyes.

"Ouch," Prussia grumbled. "At least apologize for hitting me with cookware so I can awesomely forgive you and we can have awesome makeup sex on the table."

"Do you need something?" Hungary asked, thoroughly annoyed.

"I'm boooooored," Prussia whined. He sat on the table and swung his legs back and forth.

"You are a ridiculous man-child," Hungary sighed.

Prussia puffed out his cheeks. "Entertain me!"

"I'm cooking."

"So do it more entertainingly!"

Hungary sighed and stirred the goulash around. "I'm not cooking naked again, Gilbert. I was drunk."

"So let's get drunk!"

"Don't you have anything better to do than bother me?"

Prussia mocked offense. "My dearest PMSing psycho Hungarian, what on this good earth could possibly be better than bothering you?"

"I'm gonna hit you again."

Prussia sighed and squirted the water gun into his mouth. "Seriously, though. I'm bored."

"So call Francis and Toni," Hungary said, getting two bowls from the cupboard.

"Noooo, I wanna be with you!"

Hungary gave him a weird look. "You're gay."

"Logic doesn't exist in Hungary, does it?"

Hungary set the bowls onto the table and sighed. Prussia pulled her into his lap.

"Let's go out tonight."

"I'm already in my sweatpants, Gil."

"So take them off, mess around with me, put on that slinky black dress I love and come clubbing. Or dancing. Or a movie, I hear that awesome new horror is out! But definitely the slinky black dress."

Hungary kissed Prussia chastely on the lips. "Maybe tomorrow. I'm just not feeling it tonight."

Prussia pouted and sat down with Hungary to eat dinner.

…

Hungary tried to focus on her book as she lay in bed, but she couldn't for some reason. She looked over at Prussia, snoring softly into the pillow. He kicked a little and she smiled.

"I love you," she whispered.

Prussia rolled over onto his stomach.

Suddenly, Hungary frowned. Now she was bored. Not just reading the stupid book Austria had given her for Christmas. That was a given. No one cares about Mozart. But suddenly, every little boring moment she'd had in the past month slammed her like a desperate child whining for attention with a chainsaw.

She panicked and shook her boyfriend awake. "Gil. Gil, wake up. Gil!"

Prussia stirred and buried his head deep in his pillow.

Hungary slammed her book onto Prussia's head and he yelped and bolted up.

"Oh, baby," Hungary smiled. "You're up. We need to talk."

Prussia rubbed his head. "Don't say things like that unless you want to freak me out."

"I always want to freak you out," Hungary said. "I'm bored."

"Wow. I am so glad you woke me up to tell me that."

"Gil, I'm serious!"

"Me too!" Prussia said. "What would I ever do without that valuable piece of information? Wait, don't move- I'm gonna call Indiana Jones. This could be the key to finding the lost aw screw it. I'm too tired for sarcasm right now."

Hungary pinched Prussia. "I'm just bored. I can't remember the last time I was excited about something we did together."

"That hurts in so many different ways I'm not even going to count."

"It's true!" Hungary said. "I mean, I love you, Gil. I'm just not excited about anything we do."

"Maybe burn the sweatpants," Prussia suggested. "Those little bastards have kept us from going out for the last time!"

"The sweatpants go when the water gun goes."

"NEVER! I love my Gil Gun!"

"I don't just want to go on dates," Hungary said. "I want to be around people. Multiple. I feel like our awesomeness needs to be shared."

"So what do you suggest?" Prussia asked.

Hungary's eyes widened and she grinned! "Double dates!"

"Nay."

"Oh, come on!"

Prussia tweaked Hungary's nose. "Liz, I love you, but whenever we're around other couples you always get super competitive. And then you hit me."

Hungary put on her puppy dog eyes. "I promise I won't! It will just be four friends going out together like friends do! No need for couple competition!"

"Who would we even go with?" Prussia sighed.

Hungary smiled. "So yes?"

"Maybe."

"Well, we need to find a couple we both like and can talk to."

"And we can't hate one or the other," Prussia added. "And we have to like doing the same stuff."

"A totally drama-free couple."

"A fun couple who likes suggesting awesome ideas."

"But not to the point of being overbearing and annoying."

"And they have to like drinking with us."

Prussia and Hungary sat and mentally ran through the list of all their friends.

"How many people do we even know?" Hungary asked, dismayed.

"…Not enough."

Hungary's eye glinted playfully and she grinned. Prussia smiled.

"Ah, I LOVE it when you get that look!"

"Okay," Hungary smiled. "How about a bet? First one to find our One True Couple doesn't do chores for a month?"

Prussia poked Hungary in the cheek. "Make it more interesting than that. I don't do chores anyway."

Hungary frowned. "I know."

"So if I win, what do I get?"

Hungary thought about it. She sighed.

"Remember what we did for your birthday two years ago?"

Prussia's jaw dropped. "Yeah?"

"We'll do that."

Prussia cackled. "Oh, it is SO on! Let's find some friends!"

Sup, dude? I'm pretty sure on a most of the couples that will appear, but not all. If you have a suggestion, ask me. I'll either ignore you, validate your OTP or go, "Woah! Great idea!"