Around lunchtime, Prussia, Italy, and Germany sat at the kitchen bar. Prussia shifted uncomfortably in the stool, pulling her skirt under her. Italy stole a glance at her and smiled, quickly facing forward again. Prussia put her elbows on the counter, much to Germany's chagrin.
"Vhy do you insist on vearing skirts?" asked Germany, leaning closer to the counter to look at Prussia next to Italy.
"You're just jealous, Luddy!" She smiled back, leaning on the counter and putting her hands on her cheeks to meet Germany's glance.
"Finek, but shave your legs or somezing..."
"Pervert. Besides, you can't even see ze little vhite blonde hairs!"
Germany sighed deeply. It would take some getting used to having a schwester...a Dommkopf schwester...an Ex-Nation Dummkopf of a...you get it...
Prussia finished lunch rather quickly, like she was in some kind of hurry. She slid out of the stool and rushed down the hall.
Germany sighed as he stood up and took her plate to the sink. Italy hummed rather annoyingly as he followed Germany into the kitchen. "I vonder vhy she's in such a hurry…" he thought out loud.
Italy shrugged. "I donna know…maybe her show starts in 5 minutes?"
Germany rolled his eyes. "Vhat kind of show ist on in ze afternoon?"
"Soap operassss…." Prussia choked back her tears in her room. She held her fluffy pink pillow next to her chest and squeezed it.
She symphonized with Bruno Mars's song, "When I Was Your Man" when she first heard it. She held back her tears best she could, fanning herself, and sniffing. "Ze feels…" she inhaled and exhaled, "Hungary…"
She reached for a tissue and another until she used the whole box of tissues, but she didn't care because she switched on the Soap Operas and ate a whole box of chocolates.
"Vhen ist zhat Dummkopf France coming?"
"Ciao!" Italy answered the door.
"Bonjour, Mon Ami, Little Italy!" France let himself inside and embraced Italy, squeezing him tighter than necessary.
"DROP HIM!" Germany shouted, coming in the foyer.
France obliged and obeyed, dropping Italy on his butt. Italy made a slight pout and rubbed his behind.
"Ah, Germany! Bonjour!" France held out his arms, in a welcoming manner, but Germany crossed his arms.
"Vhat ze hell are you doing here?" Germany waited patiently for his answer.
"Well," France started, tossing back his shoulder-length blonde hair. "I didn't actually come to see you…"
"Zhen vhat ARE you doingk here?" Germany narrowed his eyes.
"I came to see Prussia, my old buddy-"
"OUT!" screamed Germany, pushing France outside.
"Wait-!" but Germany slammed the door behind him, leaving France trying to process what just happened, just like Japan.
"But, Germany-" began Italy, but Germany cut him off.
"Nein! I don't vhat him anyvhere near mein schwester now…."
France sighed and began to slowly walk off the porch, but he heard a 'pst' sound coming from behind him. He turned to face a woman holding the door slightly open.
"France?" she asked.
France was mesmerized by this extremely gorgeous woman calling his name. "Oui?" he smirked.
"It's me!" Prussia gestured for him to hurry in.
France obliged and obeyed again, but this time, gladly. "Ah, my lovely dove-" he began, but Prussia interrupted him, placing her finger over his lips.
"SCCCHHH!" she ordered. "Follow me…"
"Gladly," France mused.
"Are zhose for mein?" asked Prussia, eyeing the dozen red rose bouquet in France's hand.
"Oui, Mon Ami," France winked and handed it to her.
Prussia gasped quietly and slowly reached for them. She closed her eyes and took a whiff of the roses. She exhaled deeply in happiness. "Danke, France. You knew how to cheer me up."
"Well, I've had…experience-"
Prussia shot him a warning look and France's smile faded.
"Sacre bleu! You're Prussia?!"
Prussia gave him a sarcastic 'really' look. "Ja, ist me…"
"Wow," was all France said, as he looked her up and down. "Oh ho ho ho," he laughed.
"Don't get any ideas!" Prussia slapped his hand as it reached for her waist. "Follow me! Quiet!"
As Prussia pulled France by the wrist down the hall to her room, they dodged Germany and Italy in the living room.
"SCH!" Prussia closed the door and warned France. "Sit!" she pushed him backwards and he landed on a beanie bag. "Zhanks for ze flowers, but it vasn't necessary-"
France interrupted her this time, as he pulled out pink nail polish. He smirked.
"…You actually brought…nail polish…OMG," Prussia almost couldn't believe it. "Und it's pink…"
"But first, tell me everyzing," France charged, smirking.
"Ok, fair enuff," Prussia sighed and began her story and France reached for some tissues.
"Ciao!" Italy opened the door again, but was puzzled by who he saw. "Uh, do I-a know you?" Italy scratched his head, trying to figure out where he saw this person before.
"Uh, no," the man outside was hiding something. "Ist…uh, Prussia inside?"
Italy gasped. "Wait! I-a know you!" then he stopped…"Uh…do you make pasta, too?"
"Italy…you're so grown up…"
Italy backed up a little. Who was this man? But Germany pulled him away and asked, "Vho are you?"
"Ist hard to explain…" Hungary then realized that maybe Germany and Italy MUST have seen Prussia. "Uh…Prussia ist a girl now, ja?"
Germany and Italy froze up. Germany gulped. "How did you know zhat?"
"Because…" Gary sighed. "I'm Hungary…"
Italy fainted and Germany gasped.