"Italy," Germany came into the kitchen. "Have you seen Prussia? He's not in his room." He took out a mug and poured some beer for himself.

Italy smiled, "Si! He left out the window! It was-a kinda weird..."

"VHAT?!" Germany dropped his mug and it broke upon contact with the floor. "HE LEFT?!"

Italy told Germany about Prussia leaving. Germany got furious and whipped out his cell phone to call his stupid older brother. He was in trouble! Germany heard three rings then:

"Guten tag, ze Awesome Prussia can't come to ze phone right now, leave awesome message after ze tone! Kesese!"

Then Germany thought he would hear an automated beep, but instead he heard Prussia's voice again: "BBBEEEEPPP!"

Germany was a little embarrassed. Prussia had just made the sound of an automated beep tone! Germany sighed and recorded his message: "Prussia, I don't know vhere you vent, but just to be clear… YOU'RE GROUNDED VHEN YOU GET HOME!" He hung up.

"You can do that?" wondered Italy. "By the way, Germany….in case you didn't know what today is…" his hands were behind him, and he twisted his shoulders and torso back and forth. He looked down at the floor and blushed, as he kicked the ground nervously.

But Germany wasn't listening. He was frowning and crossed his arms.

"Uh," Italy realized that Germany wasn't paying attention. "Never mind…" he turned back to stir his pasta boiling on the stove, frowning in despair.

Meanwhile, the Bad Friend Trio had just step foot over the Austrian borderline.

"Here it is," Prussia grinned in accomplishment. "Austria!"

"So many memories," France sighed.

"So mucho trouble," Spain put his hand over his face in painful reminisce.

"Shut it!" Prussia ordered. "Ve vere awesome! Ve still are!"

"Of course," France winked.

Spain face-palm. "I need to get some medications….mucho fast…" He glanced at Prussia, for a moment. He was still grinning. Spain thought, Or maybe I need to get some for him….

They came upon a sign that said how far they would have to travel to reach the nearest town. Spain blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't having a déjà vu moment.

Silesia 53 kilometers

Spain rubbed his eyes, hoping he was just tired or delirious. He wasn't. Prussia was coming to invade Silesia again! He looked back at the insane, albino man. Who was still grinning.

They passed under a huge archway that seemed to welcome them to Austria. Since when was that put up? they wondered.

"PRUSSIA!" Spain cried, pulling his sleeve to stop him. "We're invading again?! This isn't what I signed up for! You tricked me!"

"Nein!" Prussia slapped his hand away. "You came of your free vill!"

Spain let go and sighed. He felt betrayed and tricked of his trust with Prussia. He crossed his arms and stood there, watching him continue forward, not even effected by his plea.

"Now zat I zink of it," France pointed out, putting his chin in his hand in thought. "I don't really have ze money to get into anozer war." He adjusted his glasses and glanced at Prussia. "I agree with Spain."

Prussia spun around to face them. He glanced at Spain, who looked away, and France, whose face softened. His eyebrows slanted. "Vhat?" he asked, not sure if he heard correctly. "Ve came all zis vay? For…for turning back? You're covards!"

"No," Spain corrected. "We're not cowards, Prussia. We're thinking about our countries. Silesia is a battle not worth fighting anymore…"

Prussia's face softened, then he became angry. "I thought I could count on you. Ve are buddies! Zhis isn't about Silesia, damn it!"

"Prussia," France sighed. "Gilbert…Of course we are with you all ze way….but…" France tried to put it nicely, but it seemed Spain beat him to it.

"To put it plainly, Prussia," Spain spoke plainly in a neutral tone. "Your country exists no mas. And I dunno if you're even thinking sense anymore…"

Prussia was taken by surprise, and in shock, he grabbed his left breast, as if Spain had attacked his heart. He gasped and fell to his knees.

Spain and France rushed to help him.

Prussia pushed them away and got up. "Fine…" he lowered his head, but stood up strong. Shadows covered his eyes and forehead, under his bangs.

Spain and France glanced at each other, not sure what to do.

Prussia continued, "Stay here! I vill just be awesome vifout you!" he took off running, unexpectedly.

Spain and France held out their hand, in an attempt to stop him, but he was already gone.

"Zink he will be ok?" France wondered out loud, asking Spain. He still watched Prussia run further away.

"Si, he can survive," Spain nodded. "But I worry about the sanity of Hungary and Austria…there's no scorn like a senora…"

France's eyes grew wide at what Spain had just said and he looked at him. He can survive? he thought. What, is Hungary….? "Sacrebleu!" he cried. "She'll kill him!" Then France calmed down and stated, "Austria's gorgeous, though."

Spain shrugged. "Si, he's kinda cute…"

Hetalia

Prussia snuck in the garden behind the house and moved closer once he realized it wasn't as guarded as it was in the past. He casually stood up and straightened his jacket and adjusted his tie. He slanted his fedora and walked towards the open window, but got frightened and ducked under the window sill.

It sounded like Austria was playing the piano, as usual. Prussia rolled his eyes. What a loser, playing poo-poo music all day. He dared a glance inside to look around. Austria's back was to him, sitting down at the piano, pressing the ivory keys and slowly moving with the music. Prussia narrowed his eyes, in slyness, hatred, and to focus.

Suddenly, Prussia froze…a shadow grew longer behind him. A chill went up his spine. He slowly dared to look behind him. "AAAAHHHHKKKK!" he screamed, and pushed against the brick wall with his back. "H-Hungary! So good to see you….again…" he held out his hand, "not zhat zhat's a bad thing…." He was nervous now that Hungary had found him.

"Vhat are you doingk here, Prussia?!" Hungary put her hands on her hips, and tapped her foot, as she pulled up her sleeves, demanding an answer before beating him senseless. If he wasn't already.

"Nozing!" Prussia shook his out-stretched hand frantically, in apology. "Just being awesome!"

Hungary's eyes grew dark and frightening. She held up her frying pan and the sun reflected off it.

Prussia screamed like a little, sissy, girly-man for his life, but Hungary wasn't merciful.

Fortunately, with him none-the-wiser, Austria's music drowned out the beating Hungary was giving Prussia…