Chapter 6

Germany awoke to the sound of Prussia yelling right beside his bed. He sat up blearily, expecting to see him standing over him, telling him about his awesomeness or some other remark of the sort, but was surprised to see him dangling halfway out the window.

"SHUT UP OR I WILL DROP YOU." Prussia screamed, waving something around.

"Prussia?" Germany mumbled, eyes half-shut.

"Yeah?" Prussia turned back, one arm still out the window.

"What's going on?"

"This damn thing," Prussia held his bedside lamp up as it screamed high pitch trill, "Will not stop trying to come onto my closet door."

The lamp stopped screaming to say "But she is so attractive!" before Prussia waved it around outside again, newly invigorated.

"Prussia." Germany rubbed his eyes groggily. "Go back to bed please."

"But there's no windows to wave this lamp around out of in the basement!" Prussia said pleadingly, accidently letting go of the lamp.

Both brothers winced as they heard a shattering sound on the patio below.

"Clean that up tomorrow." Germany ordered, before turning over and going back to sleep.

Prussia tiptoed through the house, not wanting to 'awaken' any more household items, lest they 'wake up' and yell at him, or attempt to murder him again. Like that one homicidal loveseat that tried to kill him.

Prussia kind of thought that the loveseat would be a romantic. Apparently not.

As soon as Prussia got to the kitchen, he avoided any close contact with anything. But he couldn't figure out a way to get the fridge open any way without touching anything else. So he decided to just open the fridge.

It did NOT appreciate that.

"HEY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING." It yelled loudly as Prussia pulled one of the doors open. "Hey, stop that! RIGHT NOW. I DO NOT APPRECIATE YOU TAKING MY CLOTHES OFF."

Prussia rolled his eyes, reaching inside but he didn't anticipate what happened next.

"RAPE. RAAAAPPEEEE." The refrigerator screamed extremely loudly. "DON'T TOUCH ME THERE."

"SHUT THE HELL UP. THE NEIGHBOURS WILL HEAR." Prussia roared back, slamming the door shut as rebuttal. He looked up, hearing Germany let out a disgruntled sigh. He sent a threatening glance to the fridge, which seemed to be extremely pleased with itself as it settled down, presumably to sleep or something.

Prussia turned to the liquor cabinet, located beside the fridge for convenience and sighed, putting out his arms. "YOU are you going to be nice," he lectured and touched the knob, swinging the tiny door out before it could protest. It responded by giggling bashfully.

Prussia decided to use this giggle to his advantage. "You look lovely tonight!" he said charmingly.

The cabinet giggled again. "Oh you," it breathed in a soft, feminine voice.

Prussia grinned, pulling out a beer. Might as well, since he probably won't get very much sleep that night anyways.

"Hey, you! Quit flirtin' with my wife!" The blender called, causing the toaster to awaken as well. The toaster let out an opera la~ before starting to warble something about brave toasters.

Prussia's face fell.

"Oh Harold, he was only being nice," the liquor cabinet responded, still in a tiny, breathy tone.

"Nice my ass, you gotta watch out for them perverts." The blender mumbled in a distinctly Irish accent.

Prussia sulked back to his room, discarding the beer on the table. He climbed into his bed, pulling the blanket over his head. He was never going to escape them.

"Hey foxy lady," A voice rang out, presumably the chair that Prussia had tried to sit in before. "Want me to show you a good time?"

The closet responded with a twist to the knob, creaking open slightly. "Why don't you find out?" It purred back.

Multiple wolf-whistles and catcalls echoed around his basement room. In all the madness of wondering why it was his closet that had to be the slut, Prussia didn't notice that his laptop was absent from his desk.

"Hey, hey you." Said laptop muttered, knocking Germany in the face as he was awoken for the second time that night.

"What?" Germany mumbled back.

"Wanna help me off the pig?" The laptop offered. "If you know what I mean…" It nudged Germany.

Germany considered tiredly. "No." he responded, turning again to go back to sleep.

The laptop nudged Germany again. "Hey, no. Wake up, I need you. My smarts and your strength…" it continued to propose idea after idea in vain attempt to keep Germany up.

Germany finally succeeded in pushing it off the side of his bed, receiving a very hurt 'Owwww' in response

A/N Prissy here again. Still the one responding to your reviews!

Another double update. Because Kat is slow D: And I had a superb idea for this.

Kat wanted me to mention that we were completely not high whilst making the powers up for this. Promise.

I do want an overprotective, Irish blender named Harold though.

Anyways, I really hope this wasn't really OOC…

Thank you for reading! xoxo

-Prissy x

& I've realized there's a surprising lack of Alfred in here, considering he's listed as the main character. –beats Kat- Soon!