Gilbert stumbled drunkenly into his brother's house leaning on the door frame mumbling "Singing in the rain". Gilbird flew around his head chirping his usual 'No you're not dude don't lie' over and over. Ludwig glanced from the kitchen and pointed to the bathroom.

"Thanks Bro" Prussia slurred as he stumbled into the plain white room. Gilbird perched himself on the counter while Prussia tore his clothes off, quite literally. Who had time for undressing? He'd rather just rip off his crotch cloth and keep on going. Soon enough he was totally naked in the shower singing his favorite song.

Motherfucker, I'm awesome

Gilbird chirped his part of the song perfectly.

"no, you're not, dude, don't lie, chirp"

"thanks little dude"

I'm awesome, I'm drivin' around in my mom's ride

I'm awesome, a quarter of my life gone by

And I met all my friends online

He could almost feel Francis and Antonio smiling with pride.

Motherfucker, I'm awesome, I will run away from a brawl

I'm awesome, there's no voicemail, nobody called

He scrubbed his armpits with shaving cream.

I'm awesome, I can't afford to buy eight-balls

And I talk to myself on my Facebook wall

You know my pants sag low, even though

That went out of style like ten centuries ago

Spose, I got the swagger of a cripple

I got little biceps, getting fatter in the middle

He poked his stomach and bumped his head on the wall in the process.

And lyrically I'm not the best

Physically the opposite of Randy Moss and yet

So preposterous, feel the awesomeness

The most obnoxious guest up at the sausage-fest

He grinned obviously remembering the only time he'd ever seen his little brother drunk, at the wurst festival four years ago. Good times.

Oh yes, the girls are repulsed

So I hide in my hood like I'm joining a cult

He snickered but stubbed his toe on the drain and whined the next few lines a little higher.

I'm as nervous as my cat Ol' Dirty Curtis

All my writtens are bitten and all my verses are purchased

Me? I'll never date an actress, got too many back zits

He tried to twist his arm to reach an itchy spot on his back, but got tangled in the shower nozzle hose.

Plus my whole home-aroma is bird piss

Every show I do is poorly promoted

And if you like this it's 'cause my little sister wrote it

Ludwig looked up from his newspaper, his WHAT wrote it?

I'm awesome,

"no, you're not, dude, don't lie, chirp"

I'm awesome, I'm drivin' around in my mom's ride

I'm awesome, a quarter of my life gone by

And I met all my friends online

Motherfucker, I'm awesome

He stumbled out of the shower with shampoo smeared on his face, shaving cream in his eyebrows and body wash in his hair. Oh well. He tripped and face planted right into his pile of crotch cloth, and stayed there the whole night, fast asleep.

Prussia, marry me. Please. ^^;

He's so fun to write about ={D I'll update the next batch in a bit. The next chapter is Austria. ;D