'Come on West! it's only for one night and it's be awesome!" An exasperated Prussia, dressed up as knight (because really, he was that awesome) leaned over the neat and orderly desk of his bruder Germany. Said country was, keyword: was, working on important documents. Well, until Prussia decided to come and beg Germany to go the local haunted house that everybody said was out-of-this-world scary.
"No. For the last time, bruder, I will not go to that stupid haunted house with you. So stop asking." Germany sighed. 'Honestly, does he not understand the meaning of the word 'no'?'
"But Weeesttt~!" Prussia pulled out his best kicked puppy dog pout and even managed to throw in the teary eyes.
"No." 'Oh Gott. Don't look at me like that. That look only works with Italy.'
"West! Come on!"
"No!"
"Fine!" Prussia walked to the door when suddenly, he had a great idea. So great in fact, that it was awesome! "Alright West, if really insist on not going…"
Germany looked up from his paperwork, eyeing Prussia. He recognized that tone of voice. 'He's up to something.'
"I guess I have no choice…" Germany continued to eye Prussia as he slowly backed to the door. 'Oh no…. he has that evil glint in his eye…'
"But to go ask Ita-chan!" And with that, Prussia took off at full speed to go find the little pasta lover, leaving a shocked Germany.
Well, not that shocked.
"Ack! P-Prussia! Get back here verdammt!" the German nation took off after his brother at full speed.
"Not a chance, West!" Prussia snickered as he rounded the kitchen, where the Italian would more than likely be.
Yeay! Really short chapter 1!