Germany woke up with a headache. He had tossed and turned all night, mainly because Italy was sleeping right next to him. For once, the blond hit the 'off' button of his alarm clock and pulled the blankets over his head. Italy stirred long enough to yank the blankets back to his side.
Laughing, Germany rolled over and looked over his friend. The curl in his hair stuck straight up into the air, but the peaceful, happy expression on his face made up for the messy hair. With a sigh, Germany got out of bed.
*Hetalia!*
A few hours later, Prussia walked into the kitchen to find Germany and Italy laughing and eating breakfast. The room was a mess, but his brother never really noticed.
Prussia cleared his throat, then said "Happy awesome Valentine's day."
Italy leaped up. "I need to call Maine!" he exclaimed and ran to Germany's room where his cellular phone was.
"You gonna call Antarctica?" Prussia slyly asked Germany. "That would be awesome for her, don't you think?"
The blond blushed and looked away. "Ja. I should do that…" He pulled out his phone and texted her quickly. Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he noticed Prussia watching him with an amused smile.
"What are you looking at then?! Shouldn't you be calling Ukraine?"
With a short laugh, Prussia replied "Mien bruder, I'm taking her on a dinner date tonight, we're doubling with Russia and Belarus."
Germany muttered darkly and glared at him.
*Hetalia!*
Germany spent the rest of the day avoiding everyone. Italy had invited Maine over to watch movies, and they wasted away the day happily. Around four o'clock, Antarctica stepped into Germany's room. At his shocked glance, she said "Russia wanted us to accompany him, as a sort of triple date."
Sighing, Germany stood up and told her he'd come along. As they left, Italy looked after them, and Maine texted Prussia: omg its working!
*Hetalia!*
The following messages went back and forth throughout the night:
Prussia 15:15: west&antarctica r w/ me&unkraine & russia&belarus. Maine! Update!
Maine 15:20: italy hasnt paid any attention to me since they left :'(
America 15:21: u better not b there by urself young lady!
Canada 15:22: Prussia sent me here 2 bbysit them
Prussia 15:22: the awesome me sent canada to bbysit them
Maine 15:22: what could we possibly do w/ him in love with germany and uncle canada's right here?!
America 15:23: PRUSSIA IF MY STATE GETS HURT U WILL DIE
Canada 15:24: nothing'll happen to her
Prussia 15:24: canada is too awesome to let something happen to her
America 15:25: HE BETTER BE
Canda 15:25: you think I'm awesome?!
Belarus 15:25: STOP AND FOCUS ON THE DATE PRUSSIA! UKRAINE IS ABOUT TO CRY
Maine 15:26: uncle canada's crying…
Prussia 16:47: CANADA! ARE YOU OK?!
England 16:48: who?
Canada 16:48: yeah.
Romano 16:49: ENGLAND FUCK OFF BASTARD
Prussia 16:49: good. do you need me to come home?
England 16:50: go away wanker
Canada 16:50: I'm fine. how's Germany doing tho?
Prussia 16:52: *picture of Germany and Antarctica kissing*
Maine 16:54: OMIGOD ITALY SAW THE PIC AND HES CRYING HELP HELP HELP
Prussia 16:55: ok I'll be right over…
*Hetalia!*
"Bruder, I need to go home. Canada's having trouble with Italy and Maine."
Germany looked up, then said "ok" before going back to talking with Antarctica. Russia put an arm around Ukraine as Prussia left, causing Belaus to glare at them. Quickly texting Canada, Prussia called for a taxi to get him home.
Canada 17:00: prussia hurry
Prussia 17:01: I'm in a cab now. whats going on?
Canada 17:03: italy is saying he's useless and crying that he doesn't wanna be here
Prussia ran into the house to find Canada sitting on Italy while Maine tried to wrestle a flag away from him. Striding up to the three, Prussia grabbed Italy by the collar and pulled him into the air.
"Listen to me. You will be fine. You are fine. Mien bruder can kiss whoever the hell he wants. You can kiss whoever the hell you want. No more of this suicide bullshit. Got it?!" he said, starting softly but unintentionally yelling by the time he put down Italy. Cowering into the couch, the brunette shivered and remained silent.
Maine raced over and threw her arms around him, and he hugged her back. Prussia stomped to the kitchen, where Canada followed.
"Ugh. Wouldn't it be nice if they just admitted to each other their feelings?" the silver haired country said softly.
"It's not the end of the world. The more they make each other jealous the more likely one will say something, right?" Canada answered. He slowly reached out and took Prussia's hand, squeezing it lightly.
Prussia smiled, then turned and kissed him.