With an almost completely new plot this story is getting a major make-over. This is no doubt better than it was before, as it was my first fic.
Once again Italy had invaded his home without asking, or even calling him beforehand to warn him of the impending mess. Now the messy Italian had arrived just as he was preparing to leave for a meeting. It was something that he simply could not skip, so he had to place a certain amount of trust in Italy. Germany wasn't sure if he had it in him. He had never left the Italian alone in his house before, and he wasn't keen to now. Pulling himself together he gave strict orders to Italy not to let anyone come over.
As soon as Germany's car pulled out of the driveway the phone was in Italy's hand.
"Veh~ I'm scared to be by myself come save me fratello!"
"Just come home from potato bastard's house."
"Lovi who is that? Feli?"
"Shut up tomato bastard, I'm the one holding the phone!" Prussia walked through the doorway behind Italy.
"The awesome me with awesomely-"
"It's the second potato bastard! Feli don't let him do anything to you I'm coming!"
"Hola amigo~ How are you?"
"Awesome as always!" The two people in the background had completely taken over the conversation. In a fury Romano hung up. Cackling Prussia grabbed the phone from Italy and dialed France's number.
"Yo Franny! West is out so come over and party! I called Toni already and he's on his way here." Before France could reply Prussia hung up, he knew that the Frenchman would show up. But surprisingly the first ones there were America and England. Wait, what?
"See Iggy! I can sense the amazing places to have a party! Prussia is always drunk and crazy, so this must be the right place."
"I think you mean that I'm always awesome."
"America," started England stiffly. "You dragging me around the world and showing me a "good time" isn't my idea of fun.
"You need to get out more man! You're so proper all the time!"
"You need to like, totally like stop arguing and look at this beautiful dress! Who wants to wear it first?" At some point Poland had entered the house, with an extravagant purple ball gown. America held out a twenty dollar bill.
"I'll give you twenty bucks if you wear that for two hours." Shrugging Poland went to go put on the gown.
While he was gone France appeared in the doorway. Prussia, who was in the kitchen getting a beer out of the fridge, didn't even know he was there until England started yelling at him. Snickering he went to watch them flail their limbs at each other. Poland came out in the dress and everyone quieted down and stared for a few seconds before continuing.
"Feliciano where the hell are you?!" It had taken him quite some time, but now Romano was here too.
"Toni what took you so long?"
"Roma wanted to drive, but so did I. Eventually I won the fight to drive and we were about halfway here when he wrestled me out of the driver's seat and almost made us crash. My car does have a few new dents now… Then Lovi drove the rest of the way." Prussia patted his shoulder.
"You should have tied him up." From across the room where he was trying to pry Italy off of the couch Romano threw a curse his way. Sticking his tongue out the Prussian went to grab another beer.
When Spain and America have nothing to do but watch France and England fight things go to extremes. Wanna have a burger fight?
"Sí, that sounds entertaining!" Really Spain just didn't know how to say no. So the two of them went to unload the hamburgers from America's car. Spain was surprised that anyone could even fit in the vehicle with all the food it held. Poland was "like you should like totes try on this skirt" to Romano and Italy, and since they were arguing in Italian it went unnoticed. In reality Italy was whining and Romano was shouting.
The burgers started flying and the fight between England and France intensified. Prussia just laughed more and got further in his goal of cleaning out all the alcohol in the refrigerator.
Meanwhile in a conference building…
Germany sighed. Some of the people here had no idea how to run a nation, and it was wearing him down to explain everything multiple times. Finally a break was called and he sighed in relief. Thinking back to what he had been thinking before he left the German decided it would be good to call Italy and check up on him.
"H-Hello?" Italy's voice was shaking slightly and he could hear screaming in the background.
"What is going on?!"
"I might of let Prussia let things get out of hand," the Italian whispered. It took him a second to puzzle out that sentence. Well, if it was Prussia then it made more sense.
"Just go home, okay? Please just go home so I can take care of it."
"Okay, Romano will take me." Now Romano was at his house? What was the world coming to? The older Italian hated his guts.
"Veh, fratello I want to go home now."
"Good, damn it! Now I don't have to drag you out the door." He paused for a second. "Damn, I came in Spain's car." He hissed in frustration and pulled Spain out of the burger fight. "Take me home tomato bastard!"
"Whatever you want mi tomate~" Spain may or may not have participated in Prussia's alcohol quest.
"Shut up and drive!" Italy slipped into the backseat, while Romano hopped into the passenger seat in order be able to bug Spain the most. So the three of them left and only America, England, France and Poland remained. Without Spain around no one was really willing to play "burger tag" with him, so America smiled, called himself the hero, thanked Prussia for the fun party and drove off.
Germany quietly approached his own home. It took a lot of self-control not to investigate what was being done inside, but he had a plan to set in motion. Gently he opened the gate and ushered his three dogs outside. His house held inanimate objects, but his dogs were living creatures and they couldn't be left to deal with Prussia.
Obedient as always they followed him a few streets down to his car, where he opened to door and let them jump inside. Without hesitating Germany drove away with his dogs, not glancing back once.
There will be more chapters, but don't expect them anytime soon.