I marched in the door to find the house spotless and music drifting through the air. It was a truly nice change compared to the loudmouthed twits I had just scattered the brains of. I drifted towards the music room, where I was sure to find both Austria and Ita. The perfect notes of Chopin floated through the air and helped calm my nerves a bit as I walked into the room. The curtains were all open, as well as some of the windows, filling the room with natural light and sounds. Ita was curled up on the chair next to the piano where I usually sit and sew, and got up when I walked over.

"Hungary! Where have you been! I wanted to play with you but you weren't here!" His little pouty scowl made me smile as I swept him up into my embrace.

"I was sitting out under the willow tree, and then I had to go teach some people a lesson." I grinned, and he did too, his little eyes sparkling pools of cedar wood.

Austria stopped playing. "What did you say Elizaveta?"

I grinned even wider and he shrank back a little. "Prussia was being an asshole. The usual-"

"What did he do this time?" Austria's eyes narrowed as he stood up and came to my side.

"He and his little friends came over and decided to have 'a little fun'." He stiffened. "Not that kind of fun, I promise. He and France tried to convince me to kiss Prussia, and-"

"Did you do it?" His voice was firm now, and he looked pissed.

"Of course not! Why would I do that! Do you want to know what I did do?"

The realization dawned on him, and he began to grin too. "What did you do liebe?"

"Do you want to go see? They are still sleeping in the front lawn!"

A poorly hidden gleam was in his eyes as we went to see the unconscious bodies of Prussia and France. Italy peppered us with dozens and dozens of questions about what happened. All I could do was smile. We had taken France and laid him next to Prussia so we could see them both as they awoke, and packed a picnic lunch for the event.

"Mind if I join you?"

The warm voice behind me made me jump. "Don't worry, it's only me." I turned to see Spain emerging from the shadows behind me. Austria scowled.

"What are you doing here Antonio?" he demanded, eyes on the shifty intruder.

"I gave Hungary here her frying pan back so she could knock those two out cold, so I kind of have a right to be here. Just because I'm their friend doesn't mean I'm loyal." He smirked and sat down on the picnic blanket, only to be attacked by a hug from Italy.

"Big brother Spain! I haven't seen you in forever! Hows my brother? Are you feeding him well? Is he nice to you? Did-"

"SPAIN YOU TOMATO-"

Spain reddened and yelled over that last part to us. "OH WELL, Duty calls. Italy, do you want to see your brother really fast?"

"Oh Spain! I would love to! Do you really mean it? You're the best big brother ever!" Italy smothered Spain in a hug and Austria cleared his throat. "Spain?"

"Yes amigo?"

"Er, can you bring Romano over here to see Italy? I'm not sure I want to let Italy out of my sight after those two have been spotted in my yard."

Spain gave a sympathetic nod. "I see. I could do that for you. Anything for a friend! After all, you are the one who united me with my sweet Romano…"

I winced, and Austria blushed.

"I will go and get him now. How's that for you Italy?" Spain tousled Italy's hair gently and went to go get 'his' Romano. I sighed and took another bite out of my wurst.

"Where am I?"

I giggled. Prussia was coming to! Austria and I exchanged a look and went on eating while watching Prussia expectantly.

"Ak! What the hell?! HUNGARY! WHAT ARE YOU AND AUSTRIA DOING HERE?!"

"Welllllllll…" I grinned at the growing knot on his forehead. "We came to watch the show! What's better Thursday afternoon entertainment than watching a Prussian get humiliated!"

Austria grinned, and Italy started laughing. "Prussia! You look so funny! You have a big lump on your head!"

Gilbert's shoulders sagged and he rubbed his sore head. "Why did you do that Hungary? My awesomeness didn't deserve that kind of treatment!"

"Says the one who asked for a kiss!"

Prussia flushed, and then got up rather shakily. "Well, I wanted one! Not anymore though. My awesomeness doesn't need someone like you!"

He got up and hoisted the still groggy France onto his shoulders. "Party's over people. No autographs from this awesome hunk today."

"Well good riddance!" I yelled after him as he sauntered towards his brother's house. Austria and I exchanged a look.

"Well…."

"Uhh…."

"We should probubaly be going inside now, its-"

"about time for my piano lessons, yeah that's right!" I finished for him. We awkwardly stood and rounded up Italy, who was chasing a butterfly while Romano chased him. I thanked Spain and headed into the house, surprised at how that wasn't as satisfying as I thought it would be. He seemed genuinely disappointed and ashamed, I thought to myself. Oh well. He will get over it.