Austria looked around his house bored almost to tears. His lovely piano was being tuned and Hungary was having tea with Lichtenstein at Switzerland's house. His eyes landed on the telephone. He cocked his head to the side then shrugged, why not. He dialed Germany's cell number.
The phone only rang once before Germany answered.
"Ja: Who is it?"
Austria was about to answer when he heard Prussia's distinct kesesese and Germany yelp.
"Prussia! Stop touching my balls!"
Austria's mouth dropped open.
"But We-st I don't wanna! You make funny noises when I touch them." Prussia purred.
"Gah!" Germany yelped, "Why'd you push me over?" he yelled.
"Kesesese~"
"Where do you think your sticking that? Oww! Ow-ow-ow-ow! Stop that! It hurts!"
"Shh! Quiet West! The other people might hear!"
"Ah! Don't lick that! Take it out of your mouth! Why the hell are we doing this outside rather than at home?"
Austria listened pale.
"Ah! You idiot! Don't just stick it in like that!"
"It won't break."
"I don-"
"Uh, West…"
"Yes?"
"It's stuck…"
Austria heard silence.
Then" WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S STUCK? TAKE IT OUT!"
"Wah! West is angry! And besides, I can't take it out it's stuck."
Austria heard sucking sounds.
"Damn it! I told you to stop that!"
"Buhl ah do' wa'a Wes!"
"Gah! Don't talk around it!"
"Kesese~"
Austria could just imagine Prussia smirking. He quickly hung up.
Germany looked at his phone and saw that the call was over, "Wonder what that was about?" he shrugged then turned back to his brother who was attempting to get the tennis rackets handle, HIS tennis rackets handle, unstuck from the chain link fence. And he was STILL sucking on Germany's Popsicle. Germany's tennis balls were rolling all over the community tennis court. He rubbed his side where Prussia had pinched him, then went to help his brother. He was NEVER playing tennis with Prussia again.
And as for Austria, he vowed never to call Germany or Prussia in their free time again.