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One shots galore! It's DCoL again, bringing you another (hopefully) funny story. This 'book' of sorts will contain of my OC Florida/Jezabel, Prussia/Gilbert, and obviously France/Francis and Spain/Antonio. If you like this first occurrence, please put forth your ideas and I'll go over them.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

How Prussians Annoy Floridians: A Tale of Awesomeness and Annoyance

By Dragon-Child of Lightning

Case-In-Point Number 1: Glasses

Jezabel was pissed. And not your normal pissed. No; she was a bull after a red cape pissed. Why you ask? Because Gilbert had stolen her glasses.

The poor girl, I want to add, cannot see anything unless it's an inch within her face. And even then it's hard for her to see. Everyone and everything she saw was a blob of shifting color. Thankfully she wasn't deaf or names couldn't be put to faces.

The thing was, the second she takes her glasses off and sets them on a table, (she was going to take a siesta in one of the UN's extremely plush chairs while her brother, Alfred, talked to some of the other countries about… who knows what), they are gone the next. Vanished, it seemed, into thin air. But Jez knew better.

After waking up an hour later from her nap, and finding out Alfred was extremely long winded (since he wasn't the one that had woken her), Jezabel had gone to grab her spectacles until her hand found nothing but air. She panicked, scrambling onto the floor to search/feel for her glasses. When Toris, Lithuania, passed by and asked what the state was doing, Jezabel replied, "Looking for the Easter Bunny. What do you think I'm doing?!"

"Looking for your glasses?" Toris had guessed.

"Yes; exactly that." So Toris helped Jezabel search the waiting room for the next hour until everything had been turned upside-down.

"Nothing?" Florida asked.

"Uh huh," Toris sighed. Than he asked, "Don't you have a spare pair or even contacts?"

"One, I need to invest in another pair. Two, I say to hell with contacts: they're evil!" Toris nodded, saying he was extremely thankful for his 20/20 vision. So when the Baltic state he had to leave with via Ivan, or Russia as everyone knew him as, Jezabel sat down on the floor to think. Who, or what, had taken her glasses? America maybe; but he was too busy talking. Spain was a possibility; but he had gone already. France wasn't an option since he wasn't at the meeting due to influenza. Canada's bear, Mr. Kumajirou, could've mistaken them for Canada's and taken them. So after fifteen minutes of stumbling through the hallways trying to find Canada, she found her shy friend talking with America, none the less.

"Hey guys," the state called to her brothers. "How you guys doing?"
Even though she couldn't see it, Jezabel was getting the strangest looks from both countries.

"Uh, Florida, where are your glasses?" Canada asked, blinked at the squinting state.

"I was hoping you could tell me that actually, Matty."

"Why would I know where your glasses are?"

"Well I had a theory that maybe Kumajirou mistook them for being yours; but I'm guessing not."

"No; Mr. Kumajirou has been at my side all day and I know for I fact I haven't taken my glasses off. Sorry."

"Well he did try to run out the door," Alfred (America) pointed out.

The little white bear known as Mr. Kumajirou pulled at Canada's pant leg. "Who are you?"

"Canada…"

"Oh right, sorry. Anyway, I was trying to escape because I heard a weird laugh."

"What do you mean 'weird'?" Jezabel asked.

"It sounded like, 'kesesesesese.' Is that good enough information?"

Jezabel, even though her two brothers saw none of her rage, was seething on the inside. She went through every curse, spell, and jinx that her European country friends had taught her. She remembered the yandere face that so many practiced when there was a war about in their home. But on the outside, Jezabel flashed a fake but realistic smile and replied, "Thank you Mr. K; that information was quite helpful." With that, Jezabel turned heel to the door and slammed it on her way out.
After Jez was gone, Alfred deadpanned, "This isn't going to end up good."

"Nope," agreed Matthew.

Mr. Kumajirou pulled at Matt's pant leg again. "Who are you?"

"I'm Canada…" the country sobbed.

Once in the hall, Jezabel's mission was as set as one's death. She stormed down the hall, depending on her hearing to find her intended target.

Gil is not going to survive in one piece when he leaves this building, Jezabel thought, growling slightly. The UN building seemed endless due to Jez's eyes.
On the inside, Jez felt extremely agitated at herself for taking off her glasses and not thinking about the fact that Gilbert would most likely take them; and all for the satisfaction of seeing Jezabel irritated beyond forgiveness. The state didn't quite understand why he always picked on her, even though technically the two of them plus Francis and Antonio were partners in crime; being an honorary part of the Bad Friend Trio. All she knew is that that Gilbert took pride in annoying her.

And for once, Jezabel Fernandez Carriedo-Jones, Florida, the Sunshine State, whatever you called her, wasn't letting Gilbert Beilschmidt, Prussia, or, as he called himself, Awesome, get away with this little prank.

A few more doors were passed till Jezabel heard the familiar laugh she knew so well. The, "weird laugh" as Mr. Kumajirou called it. It was weird, Jezabel would admit. But it suited the white haired man (not that Jez would ever call him a man; he was too immature).

Jez could see the door that was cracked open and the light from within. This is the last straw, Jezabel thought.

Meanwhile, Gilbert was taking selfies and posting them on whatever social media he could find. The selfies were of him with Jezabel's glasses on; even though the rest of the world just thought it was a hipster phase he was going through. Gil posed with Gilbird as the little yellow bird chirped gleefully around his head. But as soon as the door moved, Gilbird quit his chirping and flew high above and hovered over Gilbert. He wasn't getting trapped in the middle of the battle.

"PRUSSIAAAAAAAAA!" roared Florida. Her intenseness caught the ex-country by surprise as he scurried to dispose the evidence.

"Liebling! Mein Gott, you scared me! What do you want?" Gil asked nervously.

"Where are they?!" Jezabel said, her volume down by many notches, but still overflowing with wrath. He calling her 'liebling' didn't faze her and rolled right off her back.

"Where's what?" Gilbert asked innocently, tightening his grip on the glasses behind his back.

"My glasses you moron, give them back!" Jez stretched out her right palm to receive her prize. It was in vain though.

"I do not have them," Gil said with his nose slightly in the air, as if he was saying, 'how dare you accuse me?'

But Florida couldn't see Prussia's dramatics. She did, though, notice his hands were behind his back. She squinted hard at him, making Gil squirm under her blue eyes.

"Don't make me hurt you," she threatened calmly.

"Mein freund, bitte-"

"Don't 'my friend' me Prussia; tell me where they are!"

Gilbert smiled, knowing his little innocence charade wouldn't hold up any longer. "Fine you caught me," he surrendered, revealing the spectacles. But instead of returning them, Gil cleaned them off with is shirt and set them back on his face. Jezabel caught them glimmer in the light.

"Prussia. I'll say this once: give them back or face the consequences," she warned.

"What will you do? Stare at me to-" but the albino was cut short by a blonde battle cry as Jezabel launched herself at his throat. He squawked in surprise as gravity dragged him down. He hit the floor with and 'oomph!', determined to keep Jezabel from getting what she wanted. He held the glasses out of her reach above his head and pressed his other hand on her shoulder, barricading her from reaching far enough.

Jezabel, flopped over Gil and feeling awkward as hell, struggled against her strong friend's strength. His signature grin made her flush with more anger. Jez growled and launched with all her might. She grabbed her glasses, an unseen feeling of early victory over took her; that was until the momentum of her grab turned more into a swat, which batted away the black rimmed specs.
Jezabel, being America's sister, had his crazy strength too; even though it was toned down to an eight rather than Alfred's ten-out-of-ten strength. But, none the less, the force of the swat sent the glasses flying into the wall. The cracked and shattered on impact.

A look of pure horror appeared on both the ex-country's and the state's faces. The black rims lay broken on the floor as Jez scrambled to get off of Gil.

She picked them up and held them gingerly so the glass wouldn't hurt her. Gilbert turned his head just enough to see the situation; but, feeling guilty, and stupid, got up.

"I-I'm sorry," Prussia whispered just load enough for her to hear. Gilbird lighted on a couch in-between the two.

Florida sighed and stood, still holding the rims. Prussia took a cautious step back, thinking his friend was going to pounce again. But to his surprise, Jezabel merely said, "No, it's ok; I shouldn't have attacked you."

"Anger issues?"

"No," Jez sighed, looking up. "It's just that you do this type of stuff all the time. I still remember when we first met and you chased me with snake. I honestly don't mind snakes, but you do know it was poisonous right? Not to mention a Water Moccasin." Jez shivered at the thought of that species.

"I wouldn't have known."

"Obviously. But still; why on Earth would you chase me around with a snake in the first place?"

Gilbert shrugged. "Because I could."

At this rate, Jezabel Jones wasn't going to argue. She sighed, smiling a little, and walked over to Gilbert.

"Well I'm going to take Toris' advice and get me two pairs now," she explained. "But I do need help on the way there so I don't run into anything."

Gilbert smiled. He missed things like this; Jez acting all helpless and all. He knew for a fact that the state could hold her own when she needed to. But she did indeed need a chaperone.

"Alright," he said. "But on one condition."
"Uh oh. I mean, oh really!"
"Yes. And the condition is you take a selfie with me."

Jezabel almost burst out laughing. "A selfie; really?"

"Yeah; of me with your glasses on and you without." Gil extracted the glasses carefully from her hands and put them back on. The glass on the left side was completely cracked while half of the right side's glass was missing, but Gil was somehow pulling it off. "How do I look? Awesome?"

"I wouldn't know," Jez deadpanned. "I can't see you."

"Right. So let's take the selfie so can see my awesomeness next time you look at the picture."

"Fine." Gilbird, deciding it was safe, hopped onto Gilbert's shoulder. Gil rapped his arm around Jez's shoulder and held up the phone so the camera faced them.

"Say, Kase!"

"Cheese!"

Author's Note:

Ok so my translation notes this time are kinda simple.

Liebling- Favorite/Darling (in this case darling because Gil was trying to calm Jez down before the war really began)

Mein Gott- My God

Mein freund, bitte- My friend, please

Kase!- Cheese!

Once again, I bow to Google and its translating skills; but do please correct me if I got anything wrong *bows*
And just so you know, Gil just likes to call Jez Liebling because he can! And she is the only girl other than Hungary that he's really close to. I noticed that since Hungary grew around guys all her life, Prussia seems to forget that she's a girl sometimes. Florida also grew up around guys, but is still pretty young and doesn't act quite like Hungary.

As ta la Pasta,
DCoL