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Prussia hummed as he signed yet another form, grinning slightly at his signature before putting the form neatly on top of a stack. There. One more down and at least a hundred more to go. The albino man chuckled and resumed his humming, doing another flashy signature on another form and putting it away. His red eyes scanned the text, taking on a thoughtful look before he signed the form. A cough at the door of the door of the room made him aware of someone there. The Prussian man looked up from his work, blinking a bit before noticing the man. It was a familiar Austrian, wearing a light purple shirt, dark pants and shiny boots with one strand, Mariazell, sticking up from his otherwise neat hair. "Roddy?" he asked, leaning away from his desk and stretching his arms. Austria sniffed, glancing behind himself to shoot death glares at someone before walking into the room.

"Gilbert. I came to see you and your buffoons tried to stop me," he greeted, walking in and seating himself in a delicately carved chair. It looked like it belonged in a museum. The albino smirked and leaned back in his seat, stretching his arms and ruffling his hair. There was an irritated cheep and a small black puffball came out of his hair. Austria stared at it uncomprehendingly for a second.

"You got rid of Gilbird?" He got an incredulous look in return.

"This is Gilbird!" The black bird ruffled its feathers importantly and gave a glare at the brown haired man. Austria blinked and decided to not question what was wrong with Gilbird. INstead, he concentrated on what he came for.

"Right. Well, I wanted to talk about an alliance proposal," said the Austrian man carefully. This had the other nation's attention. The albino leaned forward, lacing his finger together and observing the violet eyed nation with bright eyes.

"Do continue."

"Well, I was wondering if we could possibly form an alliance. I've got some files I would like to show you that highlight the terms of a possible alliance," said Austria, producing some files which he put in front of Prussia and started to speak.

Prussia watched Austria, paying less attention to the things he would gain out of an alliance and more on the nation in front of him. The Austrian's violet eyes looked a bit weary but still determined as he talked, sometimes gesturing, as he talked. The albino's eyes drifted from his eyes to his nose, studying the regal line letting his eyes linger on the other man's lips. He was rudely drawn out of his musings when Austria broke out into a fit of coughing. The Prussian immediately leaped out of his chair, handing the other nation a glass of water. Roderich drank from it, putting it down and apologizing for the interruption.

"I'm sorry. Just a little economic trouble," apologized Roderich yet again, coughing and sipping some more water. That had the albino on alert.

"Economic troubles? Is it only you?"

"No. Almost all of Europe and America too. It's becoming really bad. Spain is in bed rest, Greece is pretty much the same. Britain is sick, so is France and America is trying to act like nothing is wrong. Ludwig and Elizaveta seem to be fine though," said the Austrian man, setting the water down and sighing, leaning back in his seat. "Anyways, as I was saying-"

He was cut off as Prussia started pacing. The albino turned to give him a slightly worried look.

"I know I'm not in the European Union yet, but I think my country might be affected if the economy around the world gets this bad. Ludwig is fine, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I think I'm a bit safer. What about you? How are you getting along?"

"Just fine. A bit sick, slightly sore throat and all that. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Speaking of economy, your economy seems to be going fairly well right now…"

"Yes, we've prepared everything and I've got a stimulus ready in case my country needs it. I can't believe its a kingdom though, the methods we're using at times are more democratic ones. But either way, we've got a strong economy right now and I've got a stimulus and we're fine. If I make an alliance with you I can offer you a stimulus to get you out of your economic problems," mused Gilbert. Roderich studied the man opposite him with slight disbelief. He had never thought he'd be able to see the day when Prussia of all people would be serious. Then what he had said sunk in and he sighed.

"I don't think I'd be able to pay you back. PLus, the European Central Bank is already-"

"And you can pay them back?"

"Well, the interest is pretty low…"

"No. I'll agree to this alliance with you, and I'll help your economy back. And while we're on this subject, I should inform you that I'm also going to be signing a treaty with France, Spain and maybe England too. Now, where's that treaty?"

Austria gaped at the scarlet eyed nation and slowly pointed to the treaty in front of him.

"W-what about discussing it with your King? And my President?"

"They can talk about this later. Fritz said he trusted my awesome judgement. Now then, why don't you-" He was abruptly cut off as the door swung open and two pale nations stumbled inside, choking and hacking as they seated themselves unceremoniously on a couch. The Prussian jumped and tried towards his two new guests, smiling with sympathy when he noticed it was England and France. The former was a bit pale with bags under his eyes and a horrid sounding cough. The latter was looking a bit less haggard as he flashed him a smile.

"Bonjour, Gilbert. We are 'ere for ze meeting you promised us," greeted the Frenchman cheerily, nodding at Austria. England choked a bit before clearing his throat and croaking out, "And please give me some water. Bloody hell, my throat is killing me."

Gilbert pressed a button on his desk, calling for some water. A girl came inside a few seconds later with two glasses full of water and an ornate water jug which she proceeded to place in the table before bowing and heading out. Arthur instantly chugged his water down, leaning against the french speaking nation next to him with a sigh. "That's better." Prussia snorted.

"Economy, huh?" he asked, signing the paper Austria had given him before smiling.

"Okay, so, where are the papers? The treaties and stuff?" he asked both the blonds in the room. France produced the papers and handed them to him. Arthur cleared his that and started talking.

"Well, I'm sure you would like to know the things we are offering and expecting from you for this treaty-"

"I already read all these terms, conditions, advantages and stuff you gave yesterday. Francis sent me an email." The Englishman paused, turning to gape at Francis before nodding and nervously tapping a foot against the ground.

"And what do you think?"

Prussia handed him the signed papers, grinning and patting him on the back.

"I'm going to try and get you all out of the recession."

France smiled slightly at his friend before the smile disappeared. "Zat reminds me, Espagne is not well. 'is economy is worse off zan Angleterre right now. 'e's been condemned to bed rest for almost three weeks now. I can tell zat Romano is getting worried for 'im."

Prussia was about to say something when he heard a chuckle. Both he and France turned to find Arthur and Roderich talking quietly, somehow sitting with cups of tea in their hands and smiling slightly. The albino snorted before straightening up and looking back at his blue eyed friend.

"How's your economy going Franny?"

"Not well. And I 'ave ze elections going on too. I am 'oping zat ze new president can do somezing about all zese economic problems." There was a short silence before Austria spoke up.

"Well, I should get going. Thank you for your time, Prussia. I will see you soon," he said, setting his tea cup down, shaking hands with the Brit, nodding at the other two and leaving the room. Arthur sighed, setting his own tea cup down and standing up, dusting his coat before nodding at Prussia.

"Thank you indeed. See you at the next meeting. I heard its here?"

"Ja. It's next week. See you both then. And Francis, if you see Tonio say hi."

"Of course, cher. Au revoir."

The two blonds left the study, leaving behind a weary Prussia. The albino cracked his knuckles.

"Well then, I better get to figuring out a solution."

When Friedrich walked past the study some time later, he saw Prussia sleeping with his head on a pile of papers. The King chuckled, walking away to get to his own study. Yes, he had never doubted that Prussia worked hard.

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