Germany sat in his office, doing paperwork, as always, on his strong mahogany desk.

He heard Gilbert's music blaring from the next room, getting louder every second. Oh, how Ludwig had come to hate Rammstein. How do those little chickens sirvive with such constant noise? The irritated Ludwig couldn't take it anymore. He cracked open the door to inform his brother to lower the sound level. "Bruder, Turn that music down!" He boomed.

In reply, Gilbo turned the music even louder, giving his younger bro a smirk. Ludwig sighed. He knew Prussia would never listen to him, so he gave up and left his brother's bird farm of a bedroom. As he left, he heard the sound. The sound that alerted him to a certain lightheaded Italian calling for help from some random spot on the earth, wherever it was he was recently captured at.

Ludwig paused, literally debating whether or not to pick up the phone.

Rrrrriiiiiiiingggg….. ringggggg……. RRRRRRIIINGGGGG….

He gave in to the troublesome phone that had caused him so very many problems.

"Doitsu, Doitsuuu!" Feliciano sobbed into the receiver.

"What is it, Italy?" He said apathetically. He was so whipped over the young Italian, even if it wasn't apparent from is tone.

More sobbing.

"Italy, the sooner you tell me, the sooner I can help you."

He sniffled. "Doitsu… I-I tried to give up getting captured for lent…" Feliciano stated, his voice wet from his tears.

Couldn't he had given something possible up? "…And you're where…?"

"Ve? I'm at Vash-nii's" a shotgun sounded in the background, mixed with an enraged Swiss voice, yelling something similar to "Don't streak in my yard, you dumbass!" and "What if my sister saw you?", proving that Feliciano was indeed at Switzerland's house.

Germany jumped. "You mean you haven't been captured yet?" He asked in surprise. This was definitely an extremely rare occurrence.

"Veee…. I'm scared, Doitsu!"

"So… you aren't captured?"

"Ve?"

"Italy. I want an answer."

"…?"

"Are you captured or not?" A chagrined Ludwig asked again.

"Nope! I'm totally and completely fine!"

Germany bristled. "So why did you call me?!"

"Ve~ I already said, Doitsu! I called you 'cause I was scared!"

"And you're still scared?"

"Nope! I'm completely fine!"

"So I can go now?"

"Ve~ sure."

Ludwig hung up, reflecting on what had just happened.

Leaning back in the leather armchair, he yawned, feeling more comfortable than he'd been in years. Today would be almost perfect if only Gilbert hadn't been so obnoxious.

Wow, a day where Italy wasn't captured. What a lucky day…

…and then the phone rang again.

"Wah! Doitsuuu!!!!"

Ah, I love loophole endings, even if they're annoying to anyone else.

I got the idea for this from a comment on my other lent story. I forgot the person's name, but they asked how Feliciano was faring during lent, and thus… this. Whoever it was, thanks! ^_^