Germany walked up to Canada's door and frowned slightly as the peculiar scent of smoke wafted into his nose. Great, not only did he have to convince the police not to arrest the nations at the bowling alley for public nuisance...again...but he was going to be dealing with a bunch of high, immature nations. It was no surprise Prussia never made it back. He knocked and waited.
When no one came to the door, or even replied, Germany frowned a bit more in concern. Perhaps they had gotten a bad batch? Annoying as it was, he had to make sure they were okay. With that in mind, he let himself in, hurrying out to the living room.
As soon as he got there, he wished he could turn back time and just leave.
The place was a total mess. There were movies all over the floor. The XBox was on, with a game's opening video running on loop. Germany idly wondered how long it had been on. It was just doomed to a red ring death now. There were cards with pictures of guys and their phone numbers scattered on the floor, mixed in with gaudy plastic jewelry. There were kernels of popcorn everywhere. Everything was wet from a bottle of liquor that Germany guessed had been knocked over and kicked around.
But that wasn't what held Germany's attention. He found that he couldn't stop staring at the scene before him.
Poland and Lithuania were painting each other's nails. That wouldn't have been so bad, if they weren't whispering sweet nothings to each other loudly, giggling, and exchanging quick kisses as they did so.
America was giving a very eager Russia an erotic lap dance on the sofa and -were those someone's boxers on his head?
He quickly looked away, scanning the room for the obviously missing presence. He regretted it before he even asked, but he was compelled to know.
"Where's Prussia?"
America paused in his lap dance to look over at Germany, and, not even caring that someone had been watching what he was doing, motioned over to the closet. He looked like he was about to say something, but before he could, Russia had hooked a hand around the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss.
Germany was fairly certain that whatever he found in the closet wouldn't be pleasant.
Sure enough, when he opened the door, the first thing he saw was the back of Canada's head providing a censor for his brother's lack of pants. He was about to close the door, but noticed Prussia's arms start flailing a bit. Or they would have been flailing, if they weren't tied behind his back.
Germany sighed, braced himself, and grabbed Canada by the shoulders, pulling him off Prussia, ignoring the nation's protests. He then reached over and undid the tie that been shoved in his brother's mouth and tied around his head. As he undid the binds, Prussia turned to him, still flustered and breathing heavily.
"Oh man, bro. The first hour it was awesome, but I didn't know how much more I could take!" Germany blinked a few times, but Prussia continued before he could ask what he meant.
"Man, I had the best idea. Next year, instead of bowling, we should definitely have a World Sleepover. Think of how awesome it will be!"
Germany stared at him for a moment then retightened the ties around his waist, turning to walk out of the closet. He could stand to stay there another hour or two.
