The Awesome Trio loved making bets. It was their lifeblood. The first bet had been made by America. She had announced that she could be shot by a paintball gun point blank more times than either Prussia or Denmark. That challenge had been accepted, and America had won. Then there was the time that Prussia bet he could fit more M&M's into his mouth than his friends and it was on. The Christmas party at Finland and Sweden's place had ended with Denmark gagging on the green and red chocolate pieces while America danced victoriously, the winner once again. THEN there was the time when Denmark bet he could beat them in an arm-wrestling match. After America had dislocated his wrist and had smashed Prussia's arm so hard into the table that his wrist was "dead" for a week, she declared herself the winner and her friends began to notice a suspicious pattern.

America always won. Always. So when she jumped in on a new bet between Prussia and Denmark, they were a little bit leery about agreeing to let her in on it. Especially considering the bet they were placing.

See, Prussia had gotten a little carried away with… pleasuring himself as of late. It was mostly because Hungary was preparing for her annual cat-themed festival and was walking around in adorable cat ears. It hadn't helped when Japan offered her a matching cat tail, and Hungary had been prancing around all week in the thing. Needless to say, Prussia was a little antsy, what with being forced to look and not touch. The last time he'd gotten a little too handsy with poor Hungary he had been put in the hospital for a fortnight.

As a result of Prussia's restlessness in his pants, he had been caught not once, not twice, not even three times by Germany, but seven times. Seven. In the past four days. And that was only what Germany had caught. Germany couldn't help walking in on it since Prussia had zero discretion and mostly did as he pleased wherever he saw fit. It had resulted in a lot of unrest and yelling at the German household. Even poor Italy had walked in on Prussia's "private time" (although "private time" was being held in the living room, so it really wasn't Italy's fault that she witnessed such a nightmarish scene). She had ended up locking herself in Germany's room for hours and still wouldn't meet Prussia's eye.

Germany had been furious with Prussia for scarring his poor girlfriend. After giving Prussia the worst lecture/beat-down of the older brother's life, Prussia had sulked off to whine to his friends.

America was running late, as per usual (she claimed showing up on time was "for squares"), and had shot Denmark a text saying she was bringing snacks. Prussia was relieved by this. Despite having no filter, especially when it came to sex, he was sure that Denmark would get it in a way America might not. After all, his Viking friend was currently having the same problem with America.

The bet had begun with Denmark commenting on Prussia's lack of self-control. He had bragged that, despite being subjected to America's "adorableness" on a regular basis (Denmark's idea of adorable apparently included someone who had once screamed "FIVE SECOND RULE!" and dove at a piece of fallen pancake her brother had dropped on the floor during a World Meeting and then ate it voraciously off the ground as if she hadn't eaten in decades), he had massive self-control. No longer was private-time necessary three times a day, he had cut it down to one and a half (although Prussia wasn't really sure what 'a half' of masturbating was).

Prussia took serious offense to that, angered by the idea of someone being better than him at something. He bragged that he, too, could abstain himself from his happy fun time, and thus, the bet was made just as America walked in, pushing a shopping cart filled with Twinkies.

"Oh, what's the bet?" She grinned at them eagerly before tossing them each their own box of Twinkies and sat on the tabletop by Denmark, ripping open her own incredibly unhealthy cream-cake snack. "I want in!"

Both men looked at each other uncertainly, not sure if they wanted to bring up masturbation with America. Knowing her, she would launch into a full-detailed analysis on what she did…

Denmark felt his face heat up and his eyes widen. His mouth fell open and a tiny bit of Twinkie fell out, plopping into his lap. Visions of America in the throes of passion was already making him a bit nervous that he was going to lose his bet with Prussia already.

America gasped. "Oh, my God! Your Twinkie! Five second rule, Mathias! Get it!"

He ignored that and stood up so that his face hovered right in front of hers. "MASTURBATION."

The room filled with silence. America leaned back, her pretty blue eyes narrowed a bit. After a moment, she calmly took a bite of her Twinkie and chewed on it thoughtfully.

"So… that happened," she finally said, not bothering to shove Denmark away from her as she continued to eat. "Mind telling me what your guys' bet has to do with jerking your baloney ponies?"

Denmark continued to hover there, red-faced and sweaty, while Prussia sighed dramatically.

"Dane and I awesomely bet that ve could outlast each other by abstaining from… you know."

"Oh." America took another bite of her Twinkie. "So you two think you can go without getting all ding-dong McDork longer than the other? Sounds like fun! I'm in!"

Denmark blinked and stood back. "Hey. That's not fair."

"Why not?"

"Vell… you're a girl!" Prussia explained slowly. America narrowed her eyes and he quickened his explanation. "It's just that you don't need to take care of business as often as a dude. You'd have an unfair advantage!"

"Ha!" America threw her head back and laughed loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls before she calmed herself and shook her head. "You honestly think girls don't do jazzy hands as much as guys? What kind of world are you two living in?!"

Prussia looked intrigued while Denmark quickly sat down, his face burning as his mind reeled. Oh, God. He was going to lose if she kept talking like that.

"I. Want. In." Her tone was final. "And don't you dare say I can't because I'm a chick. You dildos know perfectly well that I have more balls than fucking Chuck Norris."

"Fine," Prussia groused. They all shook on it and quickly struck up friendly conversation, mostly about the party England was throwing in three days.

Denmark thought it was a miracle he had made it for so long. He sort of wanted to brag about it, but he figured Sve wouldn't appreciate it if he called to announce that he hadn't "drained the dragon" in three days.

Mostly, he thought it had to do with not seeing America for that time. While it wasn't exactly fun for him to not hang out with her, it was easier for him to deal with their bet.

He whistled as he and the rest of the Nordics got to England's place. Denmark had insisted on taking his axe with him "just in case" (though mostly that was just in case he saw fucking Australia hitting on America again). The five of them were ushered into England's manor and began to mingle.

Denmark immediately found America and Prussia sitting on England's fancy pink sofa that was covered by a blanket the Englishman had no doubt made himself. Denmark then paused in the hallway outside of the room, smiling at pictures of colonial America that decorated the walls. Some of them had some guy who looked kind of like America that Denmark thought was faintly familiar, but he couldn't put a name with the face. He kept walking and plopped down beside America, who was tensely sipping at a glass of champagne. She turned a bit red when she saw him and discreetly scooted away a bit, crossing her legs uncomfortably.

Prussia, too, looked a bit on edge, though he seemed more pissed than uncomfortable. He was downing beer like there was no tomorrow and didn't bother acknowledging the Dane when he sat down.

Denmark turned his head and met America's eyes. She stared at him, her face flushed as he smirked.

"Hej, Mia, what's—"

"I GIVE UP!" America shot up from where she sat, shoved the glass of champagne at Denmark and started to hurry toward the bathroom.

"Wait… what?" Denmark frowned, a little concerned. "Mia, you okay?"

"I LOSE!" She whipped around and stomped her foot. "God, you just had to come in here with your shirt on like that and your face…"

"What about my face?" Denmark's eyebrows wrinkled.

"And the real kicker was the goddamn motherfucking axe! Who the fuck brings a sexy-ass axe to a fucking party?! SABOTAGE! SAH-BOW-TAGE!" America practically screamed, making everyone sort of glance over at her warily. America's freak-outs were not to be scoffed at—back in the day, these temper tantrums usually ended in threats of nuclear war. She quickly spun on her heel and continued to hurry toward the bathroom.

"Vait!" Prussia called, standing a bit shakily. "Vhere are you going?"

America looked really pissed now. She whirled around once more, just outside the bathroom door. "I'm going to ride the great white knuckles! I'm going to tame the wild hog! I'm going to stir the soup! I'm going white water wristing! I'm going to tickle Elmo!"

Her voice rose with every proclamation until she ran out of breath. She took in the sight of the party room briefly. England had fainted, France looked giddy, Canada was mortified, Germany was bright red while Italy asked him what America was talking about, Lovina looked ready to storm out while Spain muttered scandalized whispers under his breath in Spanish gibberish. The rest of the partygoers looked mortified and uncomfortable. When America walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, conversation slowly started up again.

Denmark and Prussia looked at each other, at a loss for words. Suddenly, Prussia put down his beer and undid his pants as he walked off to find someplace at least semi-private (he would have just taken care of business right there, but after Germany had decked him the last time he had whipped out his awesome one-eyed wonder worm without considering the fact that there were other people around, he was a bit leery about indiscriminately masturbating wherever he wanted).

A few seconds passed. Denmark kind of sat there, trying to comprehend what had happened. If he wasn't mistaken, the very sight of him carrying an axe around had driven America mad with passion.

Well. That was certainly interesting. He mulled over what could possibly happen if he showed up at her place in his old Viking clothes when he realized that he had won. And that meant he, too, could take care of business. Grinning, he gripped his axe (you never knew who might try to steal it) and headed toward the bathroom, wondering if America was anywhere near done. That's when the bathroom door opened and America stepped out, looking very, very pleased.

"Well, suck me sideways, I feel much better!" she chirped. She then spied Denmark standing right outside the bathroom door, smirking with his axe slung over his shoulder. He gave her a cheeky wink. They then stared at each other for a few long moments in silence before America sighed. "Dammit. Excuse me. Looks like round two is a go." She then slowly closed the door and clicked the lock in place.

Denmark grinned and stepped back. He couldn't say he blamed America. He was fucking sexy as hell.

Author Notes

Hahaha, I have no shame! I couldn't resist doing this one, the idea came to me when I woke up (it's so early and I can't go back to sleep). This is probably the raunchiest chapter I've posted in this (although the first chapter was almost as bad as this one in that respect). And fast update! I wasn't planning on putting this one out for a week, but once it was finished, I had to unleash it onto the world.

And lets hear it for some PruHun! Although I don't know if I want to go anywhere too serious with these two in this fic. I kind of like the awesome Prussia as a free agent. Romance-wise, this definitely will focus on Denmark/America, but I like adding in little bits. Like the Germany/fem!Italy mention, am I right?

Once more, thanks for all the comments and favorites and stuff! I'm so happy people are liking this and furthermore liking Denmark/America. It always makes me sort of giggle evilly when I see someone comment that I've made them warm up to this couple, or better yet, full-on ship them. They're getting to be one of my new favorites. They deserve more love than they get. The whole Awesome Trio does, for that matter, romance or not.

But all these alternate names for masturbating. Jeez. I'm embarrassed I know this many.

Hope you all enjoy!