To say that the dark-haired state was excited was a major understatement; she squealed and began a little dance in the hall. Her screech startled Canada, who jumped behind Germany. Maine rushed forward and hugged both men quickly before asking, "How will this happen? Father said we weren't supposed to go." Quite suddenly, her face was a mask of sadness.
"Uh… Canada?" Germany looked to the invisible country for help.
He tugged at his shirt, then said "Well, m-maybe you and Italy can g-get acquainted first?"
Maine's green eyes lit up. "Great! When?" This is getting too complicated…
"I'll talk with Italy. Does tomorrow work for you?" Germany quickly cut in.
The state blushed. "Sure. But uncle Canada, you gotta help me get out of the house!" She grinned while Canada spluttered.
*Hetalia!*
Once the events of the day had ended, it was nearly six o'clock. Germany returned home, finding Prussia exactly where he had left him: in the kitchen, looking for food.
"Bruder! How come you have nothing awesome here to eat? And why do you have tea from England? Not awesome." Prussia winked at Germany and tossed the box of tea to him.
Slightly flummoxed, the blond nearly spilled the contents of his box. "Must you go through the cupboards? I've got bauern and brat wurst in the fridge."
"Awesome! Danke bruder!" The older of the two turned and immediately raided the fridge. Without turning back, he asked "So where were you again?"
"With Canada."
"Who?" Prussia giggled, enjoying the cloud of anger forming over his brother's head.
Germany sighed. "Nien. We are not playing this game."
A silence settled between them, broken only by the sizzle of brat wurst being fried on the stove.
"Who are you taking to the dance?" Prussia asked, uncharacteristically quiet.
"That is a very good question."
*Hetalia!*
Seven thirty saw Germany trying desperately to reach Italy via the phone. Romano had picked up, and refused to pass the call on until he knew what was going on. Eventually, Germany was saved by Italy pushing his brother out of the way.
"Hiya Germany!"
"Hi Italy. I have a surprise date for you."
"Really?! Who?!" The shock was clear in his voice.
"A state of America's. You're going to lunch with her tomorrow."
He gave a happy cry. "Who is it!"
"Nien, I won't spoil the surprise." If Prussia could hear, he'd say I was flirting…
"What if America finds out?!" Italy whined, as if just realizing the implications.
With a sigh, Germany explained "He'll come after you with a shot gun, and I'll run him over with a tank for you."
"Aw, really?! Yay! Thanks Germany!" An alarm began going off in the background, followed by Romano yelling for Italy about burnt pasta. "Gotta go! See you tomorrow!"
Before Germany could reply, the country had hung up.
*Hetalia!*
Barely fifteen minutes later, the phone began ringing wildly. Prussia reached it first. "Gutentag. *silence* Italy? Awesome! *silence* You want to speak with mien bruder? Fine…" The silver-haired country handed the phone to Germany with a questioning look.
"Germany!" Italy cried. "I can't go on a date with a state!"
"Uh. Why not?" Mien Gott… Just stay calm.
"I don't know how to talk to girls!"
"You had no trouble with Hungary!" Germany yelled, completely forgetting about staying calm.
"But I didn't need to date her! Help me!"
"Italy. *sigh* Take a deep breath." He listened to Italy pant on the other end of the line, then yelled "And put away those gott damned flags! She's a girl, not the enemy!"
Italy squeaked in fear, surprised that Germany had heard the flag.
"What do I wear on a date? What do I say? What do I do?" were some of the next things that raced from his mouth, but Germany couldn't catch the others because of the speed at which Italy spoke.
"Would you feel better if I came with you?" Dummkopf! Why'd you suggest that?!
"Please!" The relief was too plain in Italy's voice. Germany groaned.