Crash and Burn- Jesse Mccartney

Prussia leans up against Germany's front door, and snow flecks upon the tip of his nose.

"Hey.." he murmurs, gloved hands clasping the cold handlebar. "Hey, West, let me in," he grumbles. "It's fucking cold out here."

Germany doesn't respond, but Prussia knows he's on the other side of the door. "Oi, West!" he shouts. "Hey, is this about Italy? Cuz I swear I had nothing to do with that. Come on, he's so blur, it totally figured he'd pass out on pasta sooner or later. Let me in, jerk. You want me to say sorry? Okay, I'm sorry!"

"Or is this about the bird? Come on, the little guy needs nurturing. I want him to grow up as awesome as me, so I had to bring him it. You rather he freezes his tiny little rump off in the snow out here.. like me?"

"Oh, come on, for god's sake. I'm cold, you jerk!"