There was an unbearable, blinding light. It was as if the sun was coming to greet Prussia. He pulled the blanket over his head and groaned. God, how much beer did I drink last night? He couldn't even remember. All he could remember were Austria's sobs. And what did I do about it? Not a damn thing. Just sat in this bed and drank myself to sleep. He wondered if his friend was better and why he had been crying in the first place.

Cautiously, Prussia pushed back a bit of the blanket. The light wasn't as harsh now. Eventually, he poked his head out and somehow managed to climb out of bed. Beer bottles littered the room, slewed around the bed and piled up on the nightstand. He tried to see how many he had drunk but lost count at twenty. Slowly but surely, he made his way downstairs. Austria was sitting comfortably on the couch, book in hand. He glanced up when Prussia stumbled in, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

"I assume you found the alcohol last night," he said, stiffly.

"You don't have to be such an asshole about it."

"I'm not being anything," Austria said, snapping his book shut.

"Yes, you are. Now shut up and get me some tea."

Prussia flung himself on the couch and covered his face with a hand. Why does he have be so uptight all the time? Can't he just lay off me for once? The clink of cups came from the kitchen, and he faintly heard Austria muttering. Oh so he's going to be a bastard about it. Prussia stood up and marched into the kitchen. He was pissed at Austria- pissed that he wouldn't keep his damn mouth shut and pissed that he wouldn't just let him be. Austria was standing over a kettle of boiling water, his arms crossed, still muttering to himself. I'm sick of him making such a big deal about everything. Prussia shoved Austria out of the way. The kettle, which Austria had been holding, tipped over and a splash of hot water poured onto both of them.

Austria screeched. "Why in the hell did you do that, you bastard?!"

"You were in here muttering about me," Prussia spat. "If you had just kept your mouth shut…"

"No, you're the one needs to keep your big mouth shut! I do everything for you; I cook for you, I clean up after you, I buy you whatever you want. And how do you repay me? By getting drunk and spilling boiling water on me!"

"Well don't you sound like my mother."

Austria let out a frustrated yelp and beat Prussia's arm with his fists. "You—complete—bastard—sometimes—I just—can't—take—it—an—y—more!" he said with each strike. Prussia, being much stronger than his counterpart, was annoyed by the punches and pushed Austria's chest to get him off. Austria slammed into the cabinet behind him. "YOU, ASSHOLE!" he yelled, and then stormed out of the room, his face red.

What in the hell was that about? He was the one who started it. Prussia shrugged and found his way to the pantry, grabbing a couple beers. Why not four? Not like I have anything better to do. He took a couple more.


Note that Germany and Prussia can drink more than the average person, so having twenty or so beers would affect Prussia as much as five or six beers would affect the other countries.