Chapter 4

"Alright, West," said Prussia, "I'm going out with France and Spain tonight so behave yourself."

"Ja, ja, bruder," said Germany. "I am not a kid anymore, you know. And besides, you are the one we usually have to tell to behave ourselves.

"Whatever." Prussia shrugged. "See you in the morning."

"See you in the morning," Germany yawned. "If I get any sleep that is…"

"You will," Prussia lied, "Don't worry about it." And Prussia exited his house and got in his car to go meet up with France and Spain.

Prussia knew very well that Germany wouldn't be getting any sleep for a while. Once he had realized that his little brother was getting his memories back through dreams, Prussia had worked quickly. He changed Germany's already caffeinated coffee up a notch, adding things he knew that would keep his brother awake. There were many things he did: invite the Italy Brothers over who kept Germany up all night with constant talk, Prussia invited over his friends a couple times. One time he pretended to be sleepwalking and playing the piano Austria had given them and another time he had hidden a little tape with an annoying song recording on it and hid it so that Germany wouldn't find it for a few days.

Between that and Lithuania's rapidly speeding training, Prussia had reason to celebrate with his friends even if they didn't know what for. But Lithuania…Prussia sighed contently to himself. That kid was like a sponge. He soaked up everything and would train constantly even when Prussia was gone. Prussia's pupil had nearly mastered the sword and was becoming harsher and more commanding.

Recently, Prussia explained to him that if they had wanted to unite the world, some counties may not just die and come back, some would dissolve. He had taken it rather well, considering. The young country had simply nodded and said, "As long as Russia dissolves and Poland is safe." Prussia was rubbing off on him. It was only a matter of time before Prussia and Lithuania sent their message out to the world.

The former empire pulled into the parking lot of his trio's current favorite bar and saw France and Spain's cars parked. His discussion with Germany had made him late, but only by a few minutes. 'Oh, well,' he thought.

"Yo, Francis, Antonio!" he called out as he entered the bar using the human codenames they had chosen when they were born.

"Ah, Gilbert, mon ami!" called France, motion with his hand for Prussia to come over. Spain was busy flirting with the bar maid.

"Spain, I thought you heart belonged to Romano, kesesesesese," whispered Prussia jokingly and then order a beer.

"What? I am not like Swe- oh, just drop it," said Spain who had spluttered at Prussia's usual jest, but then smiled, "So what did you invite us here for?"

"A celebration," said Prussia.

"For what?" France queried.

"Can't tell you that," said Prussia. His two friend's eyes widened. 'Hook. Line. And sinker.'

"Oh, Dios, he's formulating," moaned Spain before taking a swig of his Mortiz. The bar maid handed Prussia his beer and he took a long hard drink.

"Last time you did this," began France, motioning around the bar before shuddering, "You got banned from the World Conference meeting. That was the best and worst prank of all time."

"You'll just have to wait," said Prussia. "I'm not quite sure how long this one will take. It's…a lot more serious." The albino former empire chose his words carefully. Even around Spain and France, he couldn't let anything slip. France was both a danger and a close friend. He and Prussia banded well together in general, but France was cunning and calculating too. Unlike Prussia, though, he had dimmed over a few years, but a danger was a danger and if Prussia let anything slip, he may as well be doomed. No, France had to hear the message first.

Spain on the other hand, was desperately loyal to Prussia. Spain had never been the brightest candle, but he was headstrong and brave, if not always happy. France was the only one who could convince the other nation when Prussia had gone off his rocker about something. And until Lithuania's training was complete, this counted as 'off the rocker' for France.

Lucky for Prussia, no more was spoken of this. Prussia of course drank as much beer as he could and feigned drunkenness, when truly he was pretty sober. It was all for the act. Spain was of course stone dead drunk, spinning around and singing about tomatoes and being the boss. This meant that France would have to drive Spain home, and the tan personified nation would get an earful for having a hangover and having to leave his car behind.

Soon, the three saw that people were getting annoyed with them and France and Prussia lead Spain to France's car. France, who always drank the least because he almost always had to drive home Spain, Prussia, or both, repeatedly asked Prussia if the albino former empire was sober enough to drive.

"I'm fine, France, kesesesesesesese," he laughed as they laid Spain the back seat.

"If you're sure…" said France.

"I'm so awesome! You don't need to worry about me!" exclaimed Prussia as he headed to his car. "I'm gonna be a-okay. Besides, West will bail me out if need be!" He could almost see France's eye twitch, in an almost Germany-esque way. Sometimes, by the way he acted; it was hard to believe that France was the responsible one of the Trio. 'I guess everyone has masks,' thought Prussia as he got into his car, waved bye to his friend and drove away.

The Next Day…

Prussia decided to visit Lithuania early once he got home. West had been up, not entirely sure he couldn't get to sleep, but helped his brother to bed anyways because said brother had been feigning extreme drunkenness. The albino slept for a few hours. He had gotten home at about one thirty and slept till about five thirty when he got up.

He threw on some clothes and went downstairs where his brother was in a light sleep; anything could wake him up and obviously not deep enough to dream. Prussia wrote a note saying he was going to Lithuania's and that he'd be back in time for dinner.

Being a personified nation, travel went faster and it only took Prussia an hour and a half to get to Lithuania's house. As he stepped up to the door he heard yelling in the house. Even with his new training, Lithuania only used his commanding voice when he had to and was a very medium speaker. (This was of course progress from when they had first met because Lithuania had been very quiet and stuttered a bit because of fear.) Prussia reached for the doorknob, but it turned and swung open to reveal a very angry looking Poland. At the sight of Prussia, Poland face twisted itself into a snarl.

"I'll stay in this for Lithuania's sake," snapped the blond. "But, like, sometime I completely wonder if you're doing more harm than good." Poland pushed passed Prussia and marched away.

Confusion settled in on Prussia as he walked into the house and saw that everything seemed to be normal. That was until he got to Lithuania. The brunette sat in a chair in his living room, a hand on his head like he was deep in thought.

"Lithuania," said Prussia. The former Baltic State's head snapped up and it looked like he was reaching for his sword next to the chair when he realized it was just his mentor.

"Hey," he sighed.

"What happened?" asked Prussia. "Poland looked mad when he walked out. Did you have a fight?" 'He said he'd stay for Lithuania, but I don't want to lose Poland's support. All the supplies we'd lose…'

"Yeah," said Lithuania. "I told him not to call me Liet anymore. We…got in a fight it was nothing."

"You don't want to be called Liet anymore?" Prussia was shocked and couldn't help but feeling impressed already.

"Liet is…the old me. The me…that got pushed around. Liet just doesn't suit me anymore."

"Lithuania," said Prussia, triumph shining in his eyes, "You're just about ready."

End of Chapter…

Kai: End of chapter! I own nothing but the plot! And the mention of Romano capturing Spain's heart doesn't mean they're actually together, it was just Prussia trying to rile the other up. REVIEW PLEASE!