Pixel's Note:

Hello everyone! I'll start my day with this fanfic i wrote a long time ago and never posted it anywhere.

CHAPTER ONE: "Looking for protection!"

As always, the Bad Touch Trio was in their office. Spain would space out, Prussia would be trying to think of stupid ideas then fail, and France would try to call all the girls around the neighborhood. This time it was different. Prussia suddenly had an idea. "Hey, guys!" The other two countries looked at him. Prussia got up and paced around the room.

"I just got a great idea." He stopped and turned towards them. "I don't think we get enough credit for our awesomeness (especially mine)! They treat us as if we're some stupid old countries! Am I right?" France made a face. " Actually, no-" "I don't need your sass, France." Prussia Interrupted, mockingly fanning his hand in front of his face. "Anyway, I think if we get at least two other countries to back us up, so if anyone tries to mess with us they'll regret it!" "KESESESE~!" Prussia continued that loud, obnoxious laugh.

Spain was just leaning back in his chair, singing a song about his brothers, Italy and Romano softly. "Y'know what would be better? If they were brothers!" Spain said, hinting something. Prussia didn't catch it. "Or sisters..." France added, thinking about Ukraine and Belarus. "No way! Plus that Belarus girl is creepy as hell!" Prussia made a face as if he were creeped out. France blinked a few times, wondering how his arrogant friend knew he was thinking of Russia's sisters. The Prussian thought for a moment. "Hey, what about that American boy? And that other guy that looks like him...?" "You mean Canada?" France crossed his arms, a bit angered at the fact no one ever remembers his brother.

"Yea! Yea. Whatever, wouldn't they be willing to help?"

"America may want to, but England might talk him out of it, I'm not sure about Canada though."

The albino man groaned.

"What about Norway and Iceland?"

"Err, I'm not taking any chances with them, if anything were to happen to Iceland, we're dead meat."

Prussia nods.

An hour later, France and Prussia were still thinking. 'Maybe I should tell them that Italy and Romano would be a good choice...' Spain thought. "Hey, Pruss-" Just before the Spanish man could finish, Italy and Romano fell though the office door. 'Speak of the devil.' Spain exhaled. "Oh my." France sighed. "Oh hey- HEY!" Prussia jumped over to the Italian brothers.

"You guys are perfect!" Italy sat up, having his eyes closed, as always.

"Oh wow, thank you-"

"No I mean for the job I'm giving you." Prussia interrupted

"Oh." There was a bit of silence for a couple of minutes.

Romano pushed Italy down, trying to get himself to sit up. "Look what you did! You broke the damn door and now you got us into this mess!" The darker haired man started to hit Italy on the head. "Sorry!" Italy yelped over and over again. Spain got up and walked over to the brothers and helped them up, well he helped Italy since Romano wouldn't take his hand.

Romano scoffed, then got up. "Whatever type of "job" you're trying to give us, we're not taking it." Romano said with a glare. "Oh come on! You guys will look cool! And even get the girls..." Italy jumped with happiness "We're in!" Prussia had the most obvious smirk on his face. Romano face palmed. "Great! Hey Spain, can y'close the door?" Prussia gave France some signal. "Non, I'll do it." France got up and softly pushed Spain out the door, laughing to himself.

"Oh oka- Hey!" Spain wasn't thinking and fell right after France pushed him out the door.
Romano watched him push the Spanish man out as if he lost all hope for him and his brother.
"Where do we start..." Prussia said, like he was some super villain.
France and Prussia stared at the Italian brothers for a while. Thinking.

And thinking.

And thinking.

Romano broke the silence. "What the hell!? Are we doing this or not!?" The red-eyed man laughed. "Of course! I got it.." He walks over to his blonde friend, and whispers in his ear. "Mhm." After Prussia finished whispering he stood back, crossing his arms, and smirking. "Hm. It's like killing two birds with one stone!" France, said, clearly understanding Prussia's plan. The brothers jumped at France's comment. "K-killing two birds w-with one stone?" Italy whispers to Romano. Clearly not understanding the metaphor."Are they gonna kill us?" Romano whispered back, not understanding either.

The two men walked back over to the brothers, just smiling. "Well, let's get started!"

- END OF CHAPTER ONE -

Be sure to expect more of this~