((This story was just too good to pass up. Thanks again to Anime for the wonderful/evil plot bunnies, this is perfect~ It'll be relatively short, too. Gah, I need to work on making my stories not so much completely dialogue... *Sigh*))
Ha! Won again!" Prussia exclaimed, throwing the controller down and grinning proudly. "Nobody can beat me."
"That's only because the computers are stupid," Hungary complained. (Austria had some business matters to discuss with Germany, so they made a visit out of it.) "I could beat you easily."
"Ha! Yeah, right! I bet you couldn't even beat me with a handicap!" Prussia laughed.
"I could," Hungary insisted.
"Wanna bet?"
"Only if you won't cry when I beat you." Hungary grinned confidently.
"Don't count on it, lady!" Prussia replied. "How about this: No items, one life, and I'll give you a handicap. If you win, I'll do whatever you want. If I win, you have to make me cookies, and you won't be allowed to eat any of them."
"It's a deal," Hungary announced. They shook hands, and Prussia began setting up the game.
"How?! How could I lose to you?!" Prussia shrieked, throwing the controller across the room. (It was expertly caught by Germany, who was used to this sort of behavior.)
"It's your fault for underestimating me," Hungary pointed out, smirking.
"Cheating demon woman," Prussia mumbled. Hungary elbowed him.
"Anyway, a deal's a deal," Hungary continued. "Now you have to do what I tell you, so listen up."
Prussia sighed. "Fine, whatever. Just make it something awesome, ok?"
"Oh, it'll be awesome," Hungary said ominously, grinning evilly. Prussia paled slightly when he realized that he was probably doomed.
"As I'm sure you know, Austria's boss is hosting a big party this Saturday," Hungary began. "There will be many important foreign diplomats there, and of course other people like us."
"And let me guess, you want me to cause a scene or something?"
"Please, you would do that on your own," Hungary pointed out. "I have something else in mind."
"You want me to dance with Switzerland?"
"No. ...Well, maybe, but no."
"Spike the punch?"
"I can do that myself."
"Alright, I give up," Prussia admitted. "What do you want?"
"I want you to dress up like a rich lady from the 1700s. Poofy ball gown, corset, wig, fan, and so on," Hungary explained, barely keeping a straight face. "You are to play the part, and not give away your identity under any circumstances."
"You're insane!" Prussia exclaimed, his pink-red eyes going wide in horror.
"I won fair and square, so you have to do it," Hungary reminded him.
"I hate you," Prussia mumbled. "And you know I don't HAVE any dresses, right?"
"I'll handle that," Hungary replied. "Just come to my house before the party. And DON'T be late."
Prussia sighed again, resigning himself to his cruel fate.
