Prussia hurried out the front door as the mail lady sat on her horn. His greedy little hands reached out for the package from ibuy.

"IST HERE!" Prussia shouted as he ran into the house and closed the door behind him.

The mail lady shook her head. This was the weirdest house on the block. Every few weeks, there was always a new package she had to deliver to some guy, who she guessed was the insane-looking albino man, named Gilbert Beilschmidt. Too bad she couldn't switch routes with another mail deliverer.

Prussia set the package down on the kitchen island counter and tore the clear packaging tape off. He chuckled a little, "nice package. I give it 5 stars…kesesesese…"

As he opened the box, he imagined a shining, blinding light and a chorus singing a single high note coming from it, as if he had opened the Ark of the Covenant. His hands shook as he took out the fluffy, yellow baby chick doll. He gasped and inhaled in excitement. He then shook the doll violently, as if trying to kill it, "IST SO FLUFFY!"

Germany and Italy came in the dining room to see what Prussia was shouting at. Germany held his forehead, preparing for a headache. He hesitated for a moment, then gathering his composure again, he asked, "Guten grief…vhat ze heck ist zhat?"

Italy held his hand to his chin, trying to figure it out, too.

"Are you blind, Vest?" asked Prussia, holding the doll out, arms-length from him. "Ist Gilbird! Isn't it so fluffy?"

Italy smiled, and reached out to feel the awesome fluffiness, but Prussia slapped his hand away.

"Nein! Don't touch it!" He warned. "Ist sacred!"

Germany face-palm. "Vhatever. Ist just more junk to pile up in ze house. Get rid of it."

Germany reached to take it out of Prussia's gloved hand, but Prussia turned around, back to him. "Nein! Ist only mein awesome, sacred, fluffy-"

Prussia would have continued, but Germany grabbed Prussia's waist and knocked him to the floor. Prussia held the doll over his head, trying to keep it away from Germany and from touching the floor.

"Italy," Prussia gasped. "Take it! Keep it safe!"

Italy raised an eyebrow. Sure, it was cute, but it was just a doll. He didn't understand why Prussia would risk his life for it. "Are you-a sure? Is this some kinda game?"

"JA, JA!" Prussia agreed. "Ist game! Ist called 'Keep Away From Germany'!"

Germany reached with one hand to grab it, but Italy was faster and ran out the room with it. Prussia's hand fell to the floor. Germany let go of Prussia and stood up. "You know you'll never see zhat ugly zing again, right?"

Prussia nodded saddly. "Ja, I know." He smirked. "But at least you von't have it! Und ist not ugly!"

Germany shook his head. "You're right. I vould have zhorn it out…or not even buy it…"