A/N Just a quick story/drabble written for my little sister, who adores Prussia. Not as much as she adores Russia, but I couldn't find a way to make what she wanted work with him. Sorry, Gabbers. Also my first time to actually put anything on here, so it probably sucks. Sorry in advance.

Also, I'd just like to say that the idea of drinking beer and eating pudding at the same time grossed me out a bit, but my sister insisted on pudding and I doubt Prussia would drink anything else, so...

Series: Hetalia Axis Powers

Characters: Austria, Prussia, cameo of Hungary

Ratings/ Warnings: None, really. Maybe some Prussia/Austria is you turn your head sideways and squint, but not really. I dunno.

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, there would be a whole lot of invading of vital regions, if you catch my drift.

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It all started out innocently enough, if anything involving Prussia could be considered innocent.

Since his country had been dissolved, Prussia had begun spending more and more time at the home of Austria, much to the latter's chagrin. When Hungary was about, she tended to be able to chase him off, but with her currently out of the house. Austria was being forced to put up with Prussia's constant jabber and thinly veiled insults and innuendos, at least when Prussia had the decency to attempt to hide what he was saying at all.

Currently the two were in Austria's kitchen. Prussia was seated on the counter drinking a beer, even after being asked repeatedly to get next to him was a large bowl of chocolate pudding that the man had made himself instead of getting something decent for lunch, like Austria was currently doing. The Prussian continued to spoon out the sugary goop as he rattled on and on about his would-be conquests, while Austria, and patiently as he could, shot each one down in turn.

"You know, I was watching this movie the other day and it gave me a great idea. I think I'll go start a land war with China and Korea and stuff. It'll be awesome!" Prussia said and took a swig of his beer. Austria rolled his eyes and glanced at the former country.

"Prussia, you don't have an army any more. You cannot have a land war in Asia. Now for the last time, get off of my counter," Austria snapped, pointedly turning away from the albino. Behind him, Prussia huffed and glanced down at what he was eating, then grinned.

There was a loud splat and Austria jumped as a glop of something cold and sticky slammed into the back of his head. He reached up and gently touched his hair, pulling it back to reveal a glop of chocolate pudding. There was a pause, then Austria calmly turned around, reached into the bowl Prussia was holding and slapped a glob of pudding into Prussia's face.

There was another instant of pure silence before Prussia cackled and dove for more ammunition in the form of what ever was in Austria's refrigerator while Austria ducked behind the kitchen table. Soon more random food items came flying in Austria's direction accompanied by Prussia's mad cackling with mentions of vital regions thrown in every so often.

Prussia's rather convincing assault with dairy products quickly drove Austria back out into the open and, as soon as he had been, Prussia was on top of him, grinning viciously.

"Guess you can still surprise me, Roddy. Didn't think you had the guts to-" Prussia's gloating quickly turned to a cry of pain as a frying back hit him in the side of the head, knocking him off of Austria. The second he stopped seeing starts, Prussia busied himself with a tactical retreat, running like mad with an irate Hungarian on his heels. Austria tiredly picked himself up off of the flood and observed the mess Prussia had created. A very small smirk found its way onto the Austrian's face and he recalled Prussia's expression the moment after Austria's retaliation.

Perhaps the mess was worth it after all.