This is a story based on a prompt I read. The real prompt said 500 words or less, but considering I wasn't doing it for the site, I did it my way. Besides, we need a a lot of AWESOME PRUSSIA. :D R & R My lovelies!

Feliciano was mindlessly sweeping Ludwig's floor, debating on what to cook for dinner. He was thinking of Bavarian Kohlrabi Soup*, with Torte* for desert. After rearranging the rugs and making the bed, he popped his fingers and went over to the closet to clean it out. They hadn't used it for a month or two, considering they had been at the UN building for the longest time. Grinning at finally being home, he turned the knob..and then screamed in terror as a skeleton fell right on top of him.

If Ludwig had been home, he would've rushed in, but seeing as he was off at Rodreich's house, Feliciano had to deal with it himself. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he wriggled out from underneath the disturbing thing. A bit away, he silently debated on its authenticity. It surely looked real. But what would Ludwig think if he came home to a skeleton sprawled across his floor, real or no? Dinner would certainly be put on hold, and Feliciano was already hungry as it was. Feliciano brought himself to his feet, and brushed off the apron he was wearing. Planting his hands on his hips, he eyed the situation critically. He was in the middle of thinking when the door behind him slammed open.

"Here I am, the awesome Gilbert to check on you!" Gilbert announced his entrance. Feliciano jumped.

"G-Gilbert?" Red eyes met copper, and then they scanned the room.

"Why is there a skeleton on the floor?" Gilbert asked.

"Well, I'm not sure. I found it in Ludwig's closet." Feliciano answered. Gilbert gave him a scathing look.

"Why are you wearing an apron?" Feliciano blushed.

"I like aprons. Besides, I need to get this out of the house before Ludwig comes home." He gestured to the bones.

"Don't worry, The Awesome Gilbert will help you!" Gilbert started his "helping" by yanking the ribbon holding the apron on Feliciano off.

"What did you do that for?" Gilbert snorted at Feliciano's outburst.

"The Awesome Gilbert can't be seen with an already girly man wearing an apron." Feliciano rolled his eyes, and threw the apron on the bed.

"At least he isn't fleshy.." Feliciano remarked. Gilbert nodded.

"We could take him to Ivan's house. He wouldn't notice." Gilbert suggested.

"Are you crazy? How do you suggest we get into his house?" Feliciano raised an eyebrow.

"Do not judge my ideas, for they are awesome!" Gilbert retorted. "If you're so smart what do you suggest we do?"

"Send it to Alfredo in a box." Feliciano shrugged. Gilbert chuckled.

"We should send it from Ivan too." Gilbert was running his hands together. "Yes! The Awesome Gilbert will acquire a box, stay here kumpan*!" Feliciano watched the pale haired country run off. He had suggested it as a joke..but he supposed it might work.

An hour of Feliciano kicking his heels later Gilbert showed up with a box printed "fragile" and Ivan's and Alfred's address already on it.

"What took you so long?" Feliciano asked.

"Did you think getting Ivan's address would be easy?" He snapped back.

"No, but you could've asked Yao for it." Gilbert looked at him critically.

"And what makes you think Yao would have it, hm?" Feliciano shrugged.

"He is sleeping with Ivan." Gilbert's eye's widened.

"You lie." Feliciano shook his head.

"Mateo walked in on them making out." Gilbert recoiled in horror.

"Poor Matthew! It must have been terrifying!"

"I don't think seeing them together would be that bad." Gilbert hurriedly shook his head.

"No, getting caught." Feliciano laughed.

"He's Canada! He has the ability to disappear at will. Now are we going to get this thing in the box, or are we going to discuss the latest country gossip?" Gilbert sighed.

"You will dish it out later though, right?" Feliciano nodded. He picked up the arm, and it promptly fell off. "Well..."

An hour later the box was taped shut and tucked underneath Gilbert's arm.

"I will go mail this."

"It's four in the afternoon."

"Silly! The Awesome Gilbert knows his time zones. He will go mail it from Turkey!" Feliciano huffed.

"Fine go off and mail it. But remember, I am making dinner tonight." Gilbert nodded. No one missed dinner when Feliciano cooked. Ever.

At Dinner...

"This is delicious Feli, I didn't know you cooked German food as well as Italian." Ludwig complimented. Feliciano blushed.

"I like cooking food everybody likes!" He replied happily.

"By the way, have either of you seen that tax auditor that came by a month or two ago? He was supposed to come back." Ludwig asked. Gilbert and Feliciano shared a look.

"Nope." Feliciano and Gilbert replied in unison.

Alfred's Place..

"Hey! A present from Ivan! I wonder what it could-" Alfred's words were cut off by him screaming as he opened the box. "DUDE! This is totally not cool!" He said in horror. A skeleton was packed neatly in a box, with a note:

"You'll Be Next"

What did you guys think? Translations below.

*Bavarian Kohlrabi Soup: Some random German soup with onions and stuff.

*Torte: Italian desert.

*Kumpan means 'Sidekick*