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Prussia was sitting in his favorite puffy armchair, Gilbird sitting perched on his shoulder as usual. Ever since he had stopped being his own country, everything had become so boring for him. Germany was always complaining that he needed some alone time, but Prussia would gladly trade places with him now. He had way too much alone time. Prussia reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone. He may be super extremely bored, but he might as well make some use of all the time he had on his hands. He ran his thumb over the crack in the screen from when Russia had knocked it out of his hands. He sighed, thinking about how he should use some of Germany's money to get a new one, seeing as he had no money of his own.

He pushed the power button and proceeded to open his text editing app where he had already used lots of his time typing up all of his Diaries of the Awesome Me. He lazily scrolled through them, looking for any sign of anything that might give him some inspiration for something he could do. He had been looking for a little while when he came upon an entry about how good Canada's pancakes and maple syrup always tasted. He hadn't eaten any of those in a long time, and now he was starting to remember just how great they actually were. He closed the text editor and opened up his contacts, only to find that he didn't have Canada's number. Prussia wondered who would have it. Everyone was always forgetting Canada, that was probably even the reason Prussia didn't have his number in the first place. Maybe America would have it? After all, he was Canada's underwear.

Prussia tapped America on his contacts, and America picked up as soon as it began ringing.

"Hey, dude, wassup?"

"Hey America, it's Prussia. I was wondering if you had Canada's number, you being his underwear and all."

"Me? His underwear? He's my friggin' hat! But yeah, I got his number, why?"

"Oh, I was gonna ask him if maybe he could make me some pancakes sometime soon."

"Oh, okay. His number is... Uh... ***-***-****. Got it?"

"Yupp."

"Hey, if you end up having a plan, call me and tell me when its planned for. I wanna come, I like pancakes too, y'know."

"Whatever."

"See ya later, dude."

"See y-" *beeeeeep*

Well that was polite of him, hanging up before Prussia could even finish saying goodbye.

-Time lapse-Prussia calls Canada, who is happy to make him pancakes, but is much less happy when he finds out that America is coming, Prussia calls America and tells him when to be there, Prussia wakes up the next day, and is now about to knock on Canada's door.-

Prussia reached out in front of himself and knocked on the door to Canada's house, and was immediately was answered by a small polar bear who before then, he didn't think could walk on its own.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? I am the Awesome Prussia, of course! How could you Not know who I am?"

The bear didn't respond, but was picked up be Canada, who had just arrived at the door.

"Mr. Kumahito, you know that you aren't supposed to be waking on your own! You have knee problems!"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Canadia."

"Uh, can I come in please?"

"Oh, yes!

Canada lead Prussia into the house, showing him to the couch where he could sit. But no sooner than he had sat down, there was another knock at the door.

"Well, that's probably America."

"Eh..." Canada said rather unenthusiastically.

Prussia sat for a moment while Canada answered the door, but when Canada came back, he was followed by more than just America. A

So following him were England and France, who were, of course, bickering for bickering's sake, Spain, who was joyfully laughing at their useless argument, and Poland, who was endlessly pestering Switzerland, who was of course followed by Liechtenstein.

"Why are all these people here?" Prussia asked America.

"Oh, I just thought that it would be totally cool if I invited some other people to party with us."

"Okay, but why Poland?"

"Because I'm, like, totally fabulous~!"

"Yeah, well I'm way more awesome than you are, and that's all that counts."

"I'm, like, totally gonna make Warsaw your Capitol."

"How are you gonna do that? If you were going to make it my Capitol, you'd actually have to make it Germany's Capitol too, and you being so... Um... 'fabulous', that'd be kinda hard."

"Like, shut up!"

"Shut up, you bloody frog! Everyone knows that the last letter in the alphabet is 'zed' not 'zède'!"

England was beginning to get tired of this argument, it had been going on for quite a while. With surprisingly good timing, Canada walked in carrying plates of pancakes and whispering something inaudible over whatever France was yelling now. Luckily, America was within a close enough range to hear him and yelled to everyone so loudly that "HEY, DUDES, THE PANCAKES ARE READY!" that even France stopped yelling "ZÈDE!". That made England especially pleased, but he was even more excited for one thing. He had finally come up with the perfect plan to get back at America. Sometimes, if you remember Canada, it can be one of the best things that happens to you. England was so skilled with both magic and bickering that he had no trouble bickering with France and cursing America at the same time.

Everyone stared at America with scared expressions on their faces. Kumajiro was the first to speak.

"Does anyone else feel that... Presence? Canada? Do you feel that?"

"Mr. Kumakuro, you remembered my name."

"Why wouldn't he, Canada? You're his owner, and he always remembers it, doesn't he?"

"Switzerland... You too? Wh is everyone acknowledging me all of a sudden?"

"Like, what do you mean? We always remember you, Canada."

"Uh, dudes, you aren't paying any attention to the hero over here!"

Everyone jumped in their seats.

"What was that, big bruder?"

"I... I think it was that same presence from earlier."

"Hey, why is everyone treating me like some kind of underwear instead of treating Canada like my hat, like usual?"

"There it was again! This is so not awesome."

"Let's just ignore it and eat the pancakes."

"Yeah."

And so they did. And the presence never got any pancakes.

And that's it! I think I got everything! Wait, no, I forgot about France's rose garden. HEY FRANCE, NO WATERING YOUR ROSE GARDEN FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS, AND THAT'S AN ORDER!"

"WHAT?!"

"DON'T QUESTION, SALUTE!"

"NO!"

"FRANCE, YOU KNOW YOU DONT LIKE ME WHEN IM ANGRY!"

"WHATEVER! YES SIR!"

I'm so bored. France is such a wuss.

He says son can you play me a memory, im not really sure how it ges, but its sad and its sweet and i knew it complete when i wore a younger mans clothes...

Sorry, listening to stuff. Really bored

Sing us a song, you're the piano man, sing us a song tonight, well we're all in the mood for a melody, and you've got us feeling alright...

Bye!

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