NOTE: This is originally a lengthy one-shot but I shortened it to just the first part. Comments would be greatly appreciated.


The sun felt good on his face. The warmth was soothing and eased him out of his slumber. He yawned. Another good morning. Wrecked by a shrill cry he guessed to be less than a foot behind him. As well as a headache.

Prussia stumbled out of bed effectively dragging his favorite pillow with him. At least it saved his head any more pain that would have come from the marble floor. He struggled to his feet, rubbing his temples, just as another shriek rocked his eardrums. Who the hell was screaming so loudly as to wake up the awesome Prussia? He turned around half-dazed to confront the disturbing intruder.

"Alright! What the hel—"

It took him a minute to register who the person was. And when his mind finally separated dreamland from reality (without much effect to the throbbing in his temples), he too was screaming.

"How did this happen?"

"I don't know! What—how—why are you even naked?"

"Why are you naked?"

Prussia looked down and went red. At least the pillow managed to spare her the sight of his now happy instrument. Hungary, on the other hand, had the sheets to herself and took whatever pleasure there was to cover up everything from the clavicle down. Visibly flushed and shaken by the unacceptable reality, she paced back and forth, telling herself over and over again that it was all just a dream—probably a big prank by France. April Fools' was three months ago. Prussia partially hoped it was a dream. A side of him wanted to embrace this reality with open arms.

It was clear what this kind of thing meant: they slept together. If they were clothed, it would mean they just simply shared a bed. However, they were not. Thus that meant more than just sharing a bed.

"Oh, Gott," Prussia huffed ruefully. His headache was getting worse.

Hungary continued to frantically move around in circles, repeating lines that made her sound like an escaped mental patient. Her messy hair added to that vibe as well as the red cracked eyes.

"I don't believe this," she finally said, coming up to her side of the bed. "What happened?"

Prussia leaned against the wall trying to sate the aching in his head. "I was hoping you could tell me…"

"Our clothes are everywhere—don't you think it's pretty obvious! I want to know what happened that caused us to…" She couldn't say it. "… end up like this!"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know!" Prussia snapped causing something to roll from under the bed, stopping at his feet. He picked it up. And froze when it shown in the light. Pilsner.

Immediately, Hungary's eyes narrowed and her hands itched for a frying pan that seemed so far, far away.

"You…" she fumed. "You. You! You sunyi gazember! You got me drunk."

"Hungary, it's not what you think," Prussia staggered, backing up against the wall.

"You got me so drunk so you could… you could… you megront! YOU KIBASZOTT SEGGFEJ!"

Hungary's bloodthirsty advance drew a rather amusing set of pleas by Prussia delivered in a high-pitched squeal. As such, the door swung open just as she was about to pounce.

"Who's there! I'm warning you; I'll use force if nece—"

In the three seconds of awkward silence, Hungary's cheeks went beet red. "Austria…"

Prussia flailed his accusative finger at her. "It was all her fault!"

Without much of a reaction, Austria simply clamped up his jaw, picked up his sword, and combed his hand through his hair. "Get dressed. Breakfast will be in an hour." Then he left, closing the door on them both.

Hungary almost went into a fit. Until she saw Prussia. She narrowed her eyes once more made her way to him. He pressed his back against the wall until he could feel her breath on his. She smelled of both perfume and liquor. Same with him.

"We will not speak of this," she hissed. "This. Never. Happened."

Prussia squeaked. The hangover didn't help.


NOTE: Alright, I re-read this and wanted to edit it. Again. Because it didn't sound that good. Anyway, I hope you like these revisions. They aren't much but it's what I deem to be more fitting.