A/N: Finally writing an author's note... opps. This was my first story and I lost faith/interest in it for a long time, but I'm going to take another stab at it now. I'm not really sure where the plot is headed but hey, who needs plot? (Just kidding.)

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-LdD

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP ABOUT ITALY?"

The yell came from the kitchen and echoed through the hall. Pausing as she recognized the voice, Hungary sighed. What was Gilbert doing now…? Muttering under her breath, she opened the kitchen door and walked in.

Germany and Prussia looked up at her and then froze. The Germany's mouth hung open slightly but his brother seemed more amused than mortified. Of course, what on earth could embarrass the awesome Prussia? Hungary thought, confused and slightly irritated. She sighed again and said, "Gilbert, are you annoying Ludwig again?"

There was silence for a moment. Then the red-eyed Prussian shrugged. "Ja, I guess."

Hungary put her hands on her hips, not entirely sure what to do about the situation, but certainly not about to let anyone catch on to that fact.

"I am sorry for disturbing you, Elizabeta," Germany said, sending his brother a sapphire glare from across the table. He glanced at Hungary again, as if unsure of something, and said, "Gilbert, don't you have something to tell Elizabeta?"

"Eh… nein?"

"What, Gil?" Hungary said, fixing her eyes on the Prussian.

Glancing at Germany, Prussia shrugged. "I don't know what you're trying to say, West."

The blond German shook his head slightly and stood up, grabbing his mug of beer from the table. Hungary watched him as he walked to the sink and set the mug down on the counter. Without turning around, Germany said, "France thought it would be fun to-"

"Nein, Francis didn't think anything!" Leaping up from the kitchen table, Prussia stood and crossed the room to clap his brother on the shoulder. "Right, West? Haha, ri—"

"No," Germany interrupted, turning around quickly. Hungary thought she saw something strange in his eyes – it seemed almost as if he was challenging Prussia, while celebrating a victory over his brother at the same time. "No," he continued, turning to Hungary. "Elizabeta, France wants to hold a party celebrating you and Gilbert. I think you two should go together."

"What?" Gilbert exclaimed, punching his brother's should again – this time much harder. "Liz wouldn't like that at all, Francis and Antonio are too weird for her. Right, Liz?"

Hungary's green eyes narrowed. Of course Gilbert wouldn't want her anywhere near the whole Bad Touch Trio while they were partying. Smiling in her infamous deadly-sweet way, she said, "Of course I'll go, Gil."

The Prussian gulped, and punched his brother's shoulder again. "But Liz-!"

"Would you stop hitting me, you idiot?!" Germany growled, giving Prussia a shove.

Cringing, Prussia yelped and gasped out, "Hey, West, you should bring Feliciano!"

Germany went pale.

Oh…. Hungary thought, trying to hide a smile as she remembered living with Austria and the adorable –and incredibly gender-confused- Italian. Feliciano and Ludwig… what a cute couple.

She managed to mask her smile as the now furious German said, "Elizabeta, I am afraid you will have to excuse us for a few minutes while I speak with my brother."

Arms crossed over his chest, Germany glared at Prussia. The silver-haired man was cackling maniacally, hitting a kitchen cabinet over and over again and making the dishes inside rattle. Pausing to wipe a tear from his eye, Prussia said, "Ah, West… You should see your own face… it's funny."

"Gilbert…"

"Ja, West?"

"Outside. Now."

Swallowing as he finally seemed to realize that Germany was serious, Prussia stopped laughing. "Yes, brother."

Grabbing the Prussian by both shoulders, Germany steered him out the door, muttering in German so heavily accented that Hungary could barely tell what he was saying. It didn't sound good. She giggled despite herself, unable to control her laughter. Poor Germany, stupid Prussia… it was hard to believe that Ludwig was actually younger.

Sighing, Hungary started looking through the kitchen cupboards. Maybe she could make a cake; certainly Germany would have the basic ingredients, even though he didn't bake as much as Austria…

And what was all that about France and France's party? Hungary wondered. Did Gilbert really think she'd never seen him doing stupid things before? She found a cake pan, a bowl, and a spoon. The measuring cups were in one of the higher cupboards, she recalled. Opening the refrigerator, she began to search for basic ingredients.

Gil really is stupid, Hungary decided, pulling out a carton of milk. He can't seem to avoid making Ludwig angry… and Ludwig always kicks his ass for it.

"AAAHHHHH!"

"COME BACK HERE GILBERT!"

Hungary laughed to herself as she began mixing the cake batter. She totally predicted that one.