Tension was thick in the air. Prussia's scarlet eyes darted about the room; at Austria, who had reluctantly invited him for dinner; Holy Roman Empire, just forcing his food down his throat as fast as possible; Italy, kicking her legs back and forth, distracted by crows that fluttered and squawked at the windowsill.
Sinking back in his chair, Prussia stared intensely down at his dinnerplate. His eyes scanned the various strange-looking things on his plate, until, once again, he found himself gazing at the fish. That one fish was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on, and that was saying something, considering he was a nation.
Prussia cleared his throat loudly as his face became sizzling hot. He could've sworn it would melt off at any moment. This fish... that lovely, glorious, sparkly-eyed fish. Why oh why did that dummkopf Austria have to serve it as dinner? What was he anyway, an Austrian or a cannibal?
A snide chuckle drew Prussia back to reality. He frowned as Austria smirked an ugly smirk.
"Look at you, Prussia," laughed the posh man, wiping his mouth with a serviette. "Sitting there all quiet and shy. Why, it's usually you annoying me to the point where I have to make you leave! Is there something on your mind, or are you eyeing that fish on your plate?"
Fuming, the Prussian leapt to his feet in defence. The chair behind him clattered to the ground.
"ZIP IT, DUMMKOPF!" he bellowed, storming to the opposite side of the table and slapping Austria.
A thousand curses hung on Prussia's tongue, but he decided to hold it in; there were kids in the house. Without a second thought, he swept the fish off it's fins and carried it majestically out of the door, kicking it shut for effect.
"Oh, Prussia!" the fish said. "That was so brave of you! I'm so glad you didn't eat me!"
Prussia stopped dead in his tracks, finding himself standing by a sparkling, moonlit pond. "Why would I ever leave you, my darling?"
The fish sighed, looking away. "But what if people hate you for loving me?"
Prussia's eyebrows raised slightly. "Why would I ever leave you, Miss Fish?" With that he pulled this stranger into a hug. Suddenly, though, he lost his footing and stumbled, stood in slippery mud, and the next bit is quite predictable. Prussia fell face-first into the lake, bringing his new-found love with him.
"Oh, Prussia! I'm finally home!" exclaimed Miss Fish, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Prussia, thank you! Here, I'll take you to my parents!"
Slowly, the German's eyes opened. Water stung them, but he didn't care. He followed the pretty fish as she darted into the depths of the lake.
"Come, Prussia, come! My home is not far from here! My parents will love you!"
Feeling his oxygen seeping away, Prussia kept an eye out for the glint of silver scales. As soon as he'd met her parents, he'd bid Mrs Fish farewell and get to the surface ASAP. That was, if he even made it.
"Mrs Fish!" he tried to shout, but water began to block his windpipe. He stopped swimming, choking and inhaling more water. This was the end.
Fins on his face and desperate squeals of anguish was the last thing Prussia heard before he passed out.
"Uuuuuurgh..." Prussia found himself among the reeds at the lakeside, still drenched in water and freezing cold. "I was so fucking drunk..."
