Prussia turned on his laptop, the screensaver of Gilbird's first time flying shown proudly on the screen. "That small chick is really cute, eh? Isn't that Gilbird?" Canada walked in, his voice just below a whisper.
"Jou know about mein awesome chick?" Prussia looked at the other, a small smile developing.
The shorter of the two nodded slightly, earning a grin from the other, while he loaded the game. Suddenly, a loud crash and shattering noise was heard from the upstairs. Prussia jumped about three feet into the air, But it was only about two inches. Canada, however, was used to loud, obnoxious noises. We must remember he is related to America, after all. He merely blinked at the Prussian's reaction. Loud screaming made it's way to the basement in a mix of English, German, and Italian. The taller man grew... strangely worried for his younger brother. He decided to say something witty.
"Vell... Zhey zeem to be getting along," He said, smiling awkwardly. The Canadian chuckled softly, and sat down next to the ex-nation.
"Whatever you say, Prussia," He joked. Another crash echoed down the stairs. The Germanic winced visibly. A pop up notification appeared on the screen. The canadian moved the mouse to click it.
The face chat opened. On the screen, America was sulking in a corner, and England Faced the Pair.
"Bonjour," Canada said to the eyebrow lord.
"Hey bro," The Seriously mad American said.
"Pardon him. He's just realized that the same rules that apply to every to everyone else apply to you as well. He was... Less than pleased."
"Vait, Rules? I vas not informed of any rules." Prussia whined.
"I wouldn't have given you two the game if I had been told about them..." America muttered.
"Ames, What was that?" Canada questioned with a frown.
"You know what I said, Dude." The AMerican turned slightly and frowned at the Prussian, "Prussia, If you lay ONE FINGE-"
"And that's enough out of you." England interrupted, "Yes, Prussia, There is one rule. If your character dies, You two have to..."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" America screamed, and the audio crackled and snapped. Like Rice Crispies.
"SCREAMING WON'T MAKE THE RULES GO AWAY!"
"BUT IT DELAYS THEM!"
"IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT ,AMERICA, YOU KNOW THAT!"
"WELL IT SHOULD WORK LIKE THAT!"
"TOO BAD!" The Brit turned back to the video camera, "Terribly sorry. The rule is whenever your character dies, you two have to... Kiss,"
The canadian stifled a laugh. The prussian smirked. The american growled.
"Hey Prussia," The american said, Suddenly calm, "If you TOUCH my brother... I. Will. KILL. YOU."
Canada bit a finger to keep from laughing at his brother. America had always been overprotective. He knew it was an empty threat. Prussia on the other hand... Was paler then usual. He scooched a little away from the canadian, His smirk gone.
Noticing this, Canada could not keep his laughter in any longer. He burst out laughing so bad, he had tears running down his face. Still laughing, he spoke, "Bye Ames!" He chortled as he closed the browser.
-Time skip, Sponsored by the association of Chortling Canadians.-
"Sooooo... Vhat now?"
"Get the food?"
They had gotten through the choice without one argument. Their carnivore creature was new in the tide pool. Is was a light blue color, With one eye, and little worm looking things on it. It swam slowly through the virtual water.
"I don't see anyzing vith a clear lable zhat says 'Eat me, I'm meat,'"
"Well... If we are carnivorous, Maybe we have to kill something?"
"How?"
"Don't look at me!"
"Vell, Jou suggested it."
"That... Is... A good point..."
"I know zhat! I am awesome!"
"Of course you are..."
"Ja, I am!"
"Alright, Prussia..."
And then their character got eaten.