Prussia peeked in a couple times, but neither Germany nor Italy noticed. Germany showed Italy many different dances: a jitterbug, the Rhinelander, and how to foxtrot. His outward hope was that Italy could show Maine and they would be able to dance well at the ball, but inwardly he was just enjoying spending time with him.
Many hours later, when Italy complained about being hungry, they left the ballroom. Working together in the kitchen, they prepared a pasta-wurst-sauce-pizza-thing for dinner, and neither tripped over the other. Secretly watching them, Prussia hid a grin and snapchatted all the countries in on the plan a picture of the pair.
Germany carried three plates into the living room loaded with the kitchen creation while Italy followed on his heels with three bottles of beer. Prussia took his plate and bottle and sat down. It was then that the magic of the evening was shattered as Italy turned too fast and fell backwards. Mien Gott! What the hell?! Yelling in surprise, Germany tried to catch him before he landed on Prussia, who jumped nimbly out of the way. With a loud *pfth* the pasta-wurst-sauce-pizza-thing fell to the carpeting and Italy tumbled backward into the couch. And there goes dinner…
"That was awesome!" Prussia laughed.
Swearing under his breath, Germany helped Italy back to his feet and asked if he was ok. Italy nodded, then noticed the massive stain on the floor starting to spread and burst into tears.
"W-what *sob* if it *sob* it d-doesn't *hic* *sob* come out?" he stuttered, waving a white flag quickly.
"It would be awesome if you came with me and got rid of those un-awesome stained clothes!" Prussia said, giving Germany a 'you had better clean this up' look.
"*sob* B-but I *sob* don't have any *hic* *sob* clothes here!"
"Mien clothes are in mien closet, Prussia. Something might fit," Germany said. Italy. In mien clothes…
*Hetalia!*
Being the clean-freak that he was, Germany had very little trouble getting the sauce out of the carpeting. The hard part would be calming down Italy enough to get him to eat something. Prussia currently had him sitting in the kitchen wearing old army fatigues, but he couldn't get the flag away from him.
"Italy," Germany said softly, sitting on the tiles next to the brown haired country. "We can split Prussia's plate." Prussia gave them a dirty look, which was ignored by his brother.
"*hic* I'm so sorry Germany!" Italy wailed.
Behind the crying Italy, Prussia was gesturing for Germany to hug him. Awkwardly, the blond hugged his friend, and Italy slowly calmed down.
"Now. Will you eat some of this?" he asked gruffly, holding out Prussia's plate.
Italy nodded. Sitting on the floor, they ate dinner, with Prussia snapchatting various pictures every so often.
*Hetalia!*
After dinner, Italy had calmed down enough to ask Germany for help preparing for the masquerade ball. Remembering his dream from a few nights ago, Germany hesitantly agreed. Italy clapped happily and jumped up, pulling his blue-eyed friend after him. He dragged him to the bathroom, where a bottle of bleach was removed from a cupboard under the sink.
"I can't see the back of my head, can you do that pleeease?" Italy sang.
"Ja. I can," Germany answered quietly, trying very hard to forget his dream.
*Hetalia!*
Twenty minutes or so later, Italy was blond. His curl still stuck out.
*Hetalia!*
The group messaging on Prussia's phone went as follows:
Prussia 18:32: look how awesome they are together! *picture of Italy and Germany in the kitchen*
Maine 18:34: omg u wont believe wut were gonna b
America 18:35: their costume was my idea!
Prussia 18:35: how awesome r ur costumes
Maine 18:37: were gonna b germany&austria XD
Austria 18:38: Did anyone besides Hungary and I use an original idea?
Prussia 18:39: west&antarctica r going as a sailor&the mermaid lorelei lol
Prussia 18:40: HOLY SHIT ITALY JUST TRIPPED AND RUINED OUR CARPET!
Austria 18:40: Hungary and I are going as the Phantom and Christine.
England 18:41: america if he ruins my house i will kill u
America 18:41: dude its just carpet! XD
France 18:42: ah austria i am le phantom de l'opera aussie!
America 18:42: england dude dont worry!
Maine 18:42: is italy ok?!
Prussia 18:47: ya, all is awesome over here now. italys wearing germanys old clothes! *picture of Italy*
Maine 18:48: damn he's hot….
America 18:49: YNG LADY IF I EVR CATCH U USING THT KND OF LANGUAGE AGAIN U R GROUNDED
England 18:50: don't be so hard on her….
Prussia 18:50: maine u r not w/ him!
Canada 18:50: hey guys!
Maine 18:51: he is tho!
America 18:51: dont tell me how to raise my kids!
Prussia 18:53: just waiting for germany to be awesome and clean up….
Prussia 19:17: *picture of Italy and Germany eating on the kitchen floor*
