Hi guys! So a reviewer has expressed concern at the PrussiaXOC thing. Although Prussia sees Else as a friend (you've all gathered that it's Else, right?) she is the one that like likes him. In fact, if you hate OCs, skip this chapter. It's pretty much just her obsessing over him and Prussia just wants to talk about Disney movies.

Also, I will be focusing more on Albinism, except I don't really understand all of the eye conditions that come along with it, so I'm just going to graze over those and focus on light sensitivity. I'm being kind of unrealistic about it because in the anime, Prussia has no such problems.

If you haven't gathered this yet, when I call him Prussia he's in country mode, and when I call him Gilbert he's in human mode, if you know what I mean.

Now for some bad news: Ugh, guys, starting this chapter and continuing for an unknown period of time, Prussia travels further down the dark road to OOCland. I'm doing my best to keep him out of that wretched place, but please bear with me for a while.

Discalimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its affiliates.

I was awesome today.

After so many years, I think I've finally established a human connection. Her name is Annemarie. She is very pretty, but I have Canada. Anyway, I'm excited to get to know her better. I just hope she isn't homophobic.

Germany and Prussia had just finished working out the details of the emergency World Meeting they had set in Berlin and sent out a mass email with the details, although they didn't include what the meeting was about.

Prussia had been right. Germany knew nothing of this, and he assured his eastern counterpart that none of the other nations had mentioned anything of the sort (though, admittedly, some nations wouldn't tell anyone and instead plot to see how they could use this to their advantage).

The doorbell rang. "Ein moment, Bruder," Prussia said, getting up to see who it was. Through the peephole was none other than Else Müller.

"Scheiße," Gilbert hissed.

"What's wrong?" Germany asked.

"Nothing," said Gilbert. "Gar nichts. It's nothing to worry about. Just someone coming at a less than opportune moment."

"Why are you and your friends always up all night?"

"Because we can sleep all morning," Gilbert said. "I have to go. Tell me what the others say."

He hung up and answered the door. "It couldn't have waited until tomorrow?"

"I wanted to talk with you alone."

"Is this about something I said? Because I swear I didn't mean to offend you."

"What? No, you haven't offended me. Though that thing with Kartoffel was…weird."

Gilbert sighed loudly. "Oh, so this is about that. I don't know. I'm barely more than a teenager. I have mood swings sometimes."

Else's eyes bugged out. "Do you seriously not remember what you said to me?"

Gilbert crinkled his eyebrows, partially because he was trying to remember what had gone on before Celia_coolness frightened him so badly he became halfway responsible, but mostly because he knew it made him look cute. Finally he remembered. That. Sometimes countries had been hanging around with other countries so often he forgot the things that held magnitude for humans. "This is about how your mind was blown when I told you I don't have a sexual bias."

She blinked. "Well, um, if that's how you want to put it."

He smiled. "It is how I want to put it, thanks." Why did Gilbert get so much enjoyment out of being a pain in the ass? And yes, he did realize he was annoying, unlike America. He just didn't particularly care. At least not until 1947 when, after thousands of years, he finally saw that the world was not what he thought it was. But that was a matter for another time.

"I just–I don't know how you just put it out there, as if I already knew." Else's lips were pursed, and they were not large to begin with. It was actually kind of cute, usually, but Else needed an upper lip wax. Dammit. Now he was becoming Poland.

"Well, I forgot that you guys didn't know." Gilbert shrugged. "All of my other friends know. It's not even a big deal. Unless you're homophobic, in which case, get the preaching over with already, please."

Poor Else. She was having a truly confusing night. "I don't–I'm not…"

"Good," Gilbert interrupted. "Now, do you have to go, or would you like to come in for a drink?"

"Um, I guess I can stay for a bit."

Gilbert stepped to the side, internally cursing himself. Why had he done the gentlemanly thing instead of just shutting the door in her face? The whole conspiracy thing had put him on edge, and he wanted to call his friends just to be sure no one had come up to them saying something along the lines of, "Hey you! Country! I know that there's a government conspiracy, and now I'm going to drag you to my underground lab and dissect you!"

Else, meanwhile, was standing awkwardly, her coat slung over one arm. "So this is your apartment." She began to walk around, making herself at home. "It's cute, in a bachelor-y way."

"Is it." He didn't like the way she was walking around the edge of his living room, inspecting everything. She bent down to where Gilbird was resting on a pillow and cooed at him. She picked up a picture of he and Germany.

Uh oh. That picture had been taken in 1992, and it had a timestamp. He'd better get her away from that as soon as possible.

It took two steps for Gilbert to reach Else. He took the frame from her hand and placed it facedown on the shelf. "Can I take your coat?"

Else turned to him, looking surprised. "Yes, please." As he took it from her arm, she commented, "Maybe there really is a Peep inside."

"There is," he confirmed, "but you haven't reached it yet. I'm just feeling extraordinarily polite right now."

"It shows," she complemented.

Meandering to the kitchen, and hoping she followed, Gilbert said, "Do you want something to drink?"

"Water will be fine," she called back. She hadn't come. Better get back before there's a number 3 on that Website's list, he thought. He trusted Else. Just not enough to feel that she'd keep quiet if she had evidence that Gilbert was not who he claimed to be.

He brought her the water as fast as he could, and thankfully nothing had visibly changed. It was so agitating to have her in his house, especially now.

"I think we should get to know each other better," Else said, a bright smile suddenly on her face.

"Okay…?"

"What's your favorite movie?"

"Um…anything by Oskar Messter. You?"

She smiled. "Don't laugh."

"I won't," Gilbert promised.

"Pocahontas."

"Pocahontas? The Disney film?"

Else blushed. "Ja." He laughed. She hit him on the arm. "You said you wouldn't laugh!"

"I'm not laughing at you!" Gilbert protested. He was laughing at how, whenever America watched Pocahontas, his started to cry over the mother he had murdered, but tearfully admitted that it was not all that accurate. "But tell me, how does a girl like you get into that stuff?"

"I watched it in theaters when I was younger," she said. "I didn't think much of it until I was older, when I got really into those Karl May American Wild West novels. Then I watched it again, and fell absolutely in love."

Gilbert grimaced. "Really? I think it's one of the worst Disney movies of all time."

She put her hand on her hip. "Oh, really? Why's that?"

"Are you kidding? John Smith? He's not even good-looking, and he's certainly not as awesome as I am."

"Okay. So what Disney movies do you like?"

Gilbert chewed his lip. He generally stayed away from American films, mainly because America wanted everyone to watch them, but he loved Disney movies nonetheless. After Gilbert had returned from Russia's house, he and Canada had spent every Sunday watching movies, mainly Disney. "Um…I like The Aristocats. And The Lion King. And, um, Peter Pan. Mulan is always promising. I LOVE The Incredibles and Bolt. Tangled and Finding Nemo are both great." He thought for a moment. "Oh! How could I forget? My all time favorite is Ratatouille!" Gilbert laughed. "My friend loves The Incredibles. He's got this really awful hero complex. It's annoying."

Else laughed too. "He's annoying?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gilbert stopped laughing and stared at Else. For a moment he had forgotten the nervousness that had been eating away at his insides like termites.

Else, noticing his quietness, stopped laughing too. He really was barely more than a teenager. She didn't know exactly how old he was, but he couldn't have been older than twenty-five. How had he risen so far in such a short time?

Still, the albino was only a boy. Some maternal instinct of Else's dictated that she had to take care of and protect him, while the thirty-one year old Else wanted to jump him on his kitchen floor. She was pretty sure that those two emotions, when together, were disgusting.

Gilbert Beilschmidt was wearing loose fitting black jeans and a grey T-shirt. She wasn't sure, but Else thought that if you lifted up the shirt just a little, you would see bumps of his hips protruding above his belt. The thought made her hot with wanting, but also horrified that his pants hung so low. She knew, intellectually, that Gilbert had, in all likeliness, been having sex since he was fifteen. But she refused to believe it. She wanted to be his first time; she wanted him to never have one.

The man in question, noticing her sudden serenity, asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

She shook herself off. He was her boss, no matter how young or hot he was. "Nothing."

The phone rang. Gilbert moved to answer it.

"Hallo?"

It was Canada. "H-hi, Prussia. I was just, um, wondering, um, really no need to answer if you don't want to…"

"Matthew, quit being timid," Gilbert snapped in English. "Just spit it out already."

"Why did you call a World Meeting?"

"That'll be explained at the World Meeting."

"You-you can't tell me?" Canada sounded hurt. Gilbert winced.

"I'm sorry, Matthew," he said in Japanese. "There's a human in my apartment right now. Call me back tomorrow."

"O-okay."

"Just not too early," Gilbert finished, back to English. He sighed as he hung up. Canada really needed to be more assertive. Gilbert hoped the guy would call him back tomorrow instead of just waiting until the meeting.

"Who was that?" Else asked. "Why were you speaking so many languages?"

"Oh, just my friend from Canada." Gilbert waved her off. "He doesn't speak German, but I speak English, so we use that to converse. And we're learning Japanese together. We were practicing." Lies, lies, lies.

"You sounded pretty good," Else said, impressed.

Gilbert's mouth suddenly formed an "O" and he clapped once. "I forgot Lilo and Stitch!"

Else laughed in surprise, short and loud. "You really like Disney movies, don't you?"

Gilbert smiled more shyly than Else had ever seen him smile before. "Yeah. Me and my Canadian friend watched them all the time back when I lived with him."

"You lived in Canada?"

"Yeah."

"So you lived with him…?"

Gilbert was horrified to feel a blush quickly coming over his face. He blushed so easily! "Yeah. Like that."

Else grinned. "So why don't you live with him anymore? You two still seem on good terms."

"Yeah," Gilbert replied. "But it was my semester abroad in college, so I had to go back. But what about you? Got a boyfriend?"

Else shrugged. "Nah, not right now."

"I would set you up with someone, but my friends aren't really the kind of people to get mixed up in relationships. Especially with girls. But I guess there might be girls who…no, never mind. But maybe…well, he's scary. I'm not going to set you up with him."

Else had been listening to him with some amusement. "I'm not even going to ask."

"Good."

Else looked up at the ceiling. "What's with the lights?"

Gilbert looked up too. "Oh, those? They're LED lights. It's just Christmas lights, really, but I use them all year round. Easier on my eyes, you know."

"If your eyes are so sensitive, what on earth compelled you to be on TV?"

"I like attention," Gilbert said. "Besides, I've been trying for a long time to not be affected as much by the light. I can't see anything, but I don't shut my eyes."

"So how do you read the TelePrompTer?"

"I don't. I just memorize the key points of what I'm supposed to say and improvise the rest."

Else's eyebrows shot up. "Really? That explains a lot."

Gilbert's mouth opened in mock offense. "Hey!"

All of a sudden, the comfortable world they had been sharing slipped away. "I, uh, I guess I'd better get going if I want to sleep," Else said.

"Yeah," Gilbert agreed, standing straighter and retrieving her coat. "Um…see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, uh, okay. Um, bye."

"Auf weidersehen."

Gilbert shut the door behind Else. At that moment, all the stress of everything came crashing down on him. "I have to go to bed," he said to himself.