A/N: I'm looking for a beta to help me with the story's grammar and general writing. PM me if you're interested!

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Prussia was bored.

Terribly, terribly bored.

Was it possible for awesome to be bored? Yes. It was also possible for awesome to be sprawled on the couch, munching on a large bag of potato chips, and flicking through the TV channels with Gilbird perched on his head.

Of course, he could always go and annoy the priss Austria, summon a horde of fangirls to go and piss West off again, (West had started flinching involuntarily whenever he passed a girl, which pissed off the majority of the female nations) hold a drinking contest and get himself thrown out of the country, go to America and stock up on whatever he found at the counters in the shopping markets, the possibilities were endless.

But today was a lazy day in which he didn't want to do anything, but at the same time, he needed to do SOMETHING. He still didn't want to muster the energy to lug himself off the couch and stop staring at the television screen.

So since he was bored of television, he tossed the half-eaten bag of chips to the side, stood up tiredly, and dragged himself over to his room and opened his laptop, deciding to surf the internet until he was bored of it. It was possible to be bored of the internet. That was amazing in itself.

Tap. Tap. Nothing new. Tap tap. Social media's boring. Tap. Tap. Why hasn't anyone uploaded yet? Tap. Tap.

Desperate for entertainment, Prussia searched up "Things to do when super bored," though he wasn't expecting any good results from any of the websites. Probably "Read a book!" or "Hang out with friends and family!"

Boring. Done that for the past two-hundred years already. Don't have any new things to read. Too much work to go outside. Boring. No. Terrible idea. Sounds nice, but West would kill me.

Once Prussia began nearing the bottom of the page, he started giving up on it altogether, until he saw this:

#156: Photoshop your friends and family and laugh at the results.

Oh, now THAT sounded nice. Ever since the nations had watched the first episode of their anime, he had quickly gotten addicted to it, and finished all the seasons in the span of three days, going quite insane in the process.

Grinning, Prussia pulled up a few snapshots that he had taken and inspected them carefully.

Perfect.

"Prussia?" Germany said, knocking on his brother's door lightly. "The world meeting. We're hosting it. Get up."

No response from the door, or Prussia himself.

"Prussia. Prussia!"

Still nothing.

"Prussia, I'm breaking in... 3, 2, 1-"

Germany burst into his brother's room and found a snoring Prussia slumped on his desk next to a large stack of papers, his laptop still open and drool coating the table surface. Candy wrappers were strewn across the floor, in addition to the occasional energy drink can. It was a mess.

"Prussia. Prussia, wake up." Germany said, shaking his older brother roughly.

"Five more minutes," Prussia groaned, attempting to push Germany away. "Go away. Sleeping."

"PRUSSIA! GET UP!"

"Okay, okay..." Prussia mumbled, detaching his cheek from the tabletop. "Wha- what time is it?" Prussia asked, yawning hugely.

"Seven in the morning. Get up." Germany said, shaking his head and turning to inspect the large stack of papers on Prussia's desk. "So this is why you're so sleepy? Wait- What are-"

"Awesome stuff!" Prussia proclaimed proudly. "Stuff for the world meeting! It'll make history, West."

"You photoshopped bacon onto England's eyebrows."

"Awesome, I know. No need to compliment me, West. It'll make the textbooks."

"This one you replaced Austria's head with a- Wait, why exactly did you draw this onto Austria's face?" Germany asked Prussia, frowning.

"Because he is one!" Prussia exclaimed. "It's obvious enough, West!"

"And why is China's head on a panda?"

"I dunno. I was probably drunk," Prussia said, turning to look at the picture.

"You are NOT taking these to the world meeting."

"Make me, West!"

And THAT was how Germany ended up on his rear in the hallway staring at the wall, Prussia's bedroom door slammed in his face. Shaking his head and cursing softly, Germany picked himself off the ground, straightened his outfit, and walked out to his car with as much dignity he could muster, though he still could hear Prussia cackling in his room, and was pretty sure that he was doing a victory dance.

When Prussia showed up in the driveway five minutes later in a rumpled tuxedo and tie, carrying a massive crate full of papers and still grinning, Germany resisted the urge to drive away as quickly as he could to the world meeting and ensure that those pictures would never see the light of day.

But in the end, Prussia ended up sprawled across the backseat, cackling and looking over the poorly-photoshopped pictures that Germany was quite sure would end up staring World War III as they drove along the streets of Berlin.

"...And I now call this meeting to order," Germany said as he looked out upon his fellow nations, who were seated at a massive table that the hotel had provided for them. "So first on the agenda, the appreciations of our... fans. Does anyone have a suggestion as to how we can-"

"I DO!" America shouted, standing up suddenly and knocking his chair down. "So, I saw this thing online that we should do, it's called, like, I think it was roleplay? And I did it for a bit and was 'Sexy America,' and a lot of people were pretending to be 'Sexy England,' so I did a roleplay with them and it was hilarious, they were probably high or something, and England was like-"

"I DO NOT ROLEPLAY, YOU BLOODY TWAT!" England roared, slamming his fist on the tabletop. "AND SHUT UP!"

"Aww, England, you're just being shy!" America said. "Anyways, there were these people pretending to be "Florida," and I didn't know that my states were like us because I've never seen them before but maybe they're just being weird, and I was like, hey, why don't we roleplay? I can be the all dominant and amazing America, and you all can be the lesser beings who bask in my amazingness and give me burgers-'

"Heeeyyy, hey hey!" Prussia interrupted, bursting the doors of the room open and strutting in with his crate. "How's it going? Oh, America, you giving another one of your plans? Sorry for interrupting you, bro. Anyways, what's happening?"

"You're late," Austria said, glaring at Prussia. "Tell me, how long will it take to register in that tiny little brain of yours that the meeting starts at exactly ten? And that being late is never excusable?"

"Awesome is never late, everyone else is just early, priss," Prussia said, slamming his crate down onto the tabletop, frightening Latvia. "Anyways, I was bored last night, so I made you all presents!"

"Oh, presents!" Finland said happily. "It's a bit early, but here! Let me help!"

"No, no, it's okay," Prussia said, grinning at Finland. "I'll do these myself. But let me tell you the story about making these presents, shall I?"

Germany gave an exasperated sigh and Austria scoffed, crossing his arms tightly across his torso. Italy, however, was so excited that he scooted his chair right next to where Prussia was sitting and started bouncing slightly, quite happy about the prospect of a story.

"So, it was a dark and stormy night," Prussia began in a quiet voice, making exaggerated hand motions. "West, turn off the lights, please..."

Germany raised an eyebrow, but turned off the lights anyway.

"Thanks, West," Prussia said, whipping out a flashlight from underneath the table and holding it under his face. "It was a dark and stormy night. It was dark and stormy, and Awesome was defending himself from the horrors of the... boredom monsters. These monsters would eat you up... Especially if you liked pasta!"

Italy gasped and clung to Germany, whimpering slightly.

"Anyway, so there Awesome was, fighting a heroic battle against these monsters, but there were too many! So Awesome hatched a plan: He would use the most powerful weapon of all... the glorious sword of photoshop!"

Austria gave Prussia a disgusted glance as America munched a candy bar loudly.

"West, you can turn the lights back on now," Prussia said, nodding. "Thanks."

Germany rolled his eyes and flicked the lights back on, though it was noticeably harder with Italy clinging to his shirt.

"So, Awesome won, and decided to share all these with you!" Prussia said, motioning to the large crate happily and lowering his flashlight. "It was awesome making these. So Merry Early Christmas!"

Prussia grabbed the first sheet of paper and passed it around proudly, Germany sighing and getting ready to run out of the room as fast as he could.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS?" England roared, slamming the flimsy sheet of paper onto the table, glaring at Prussia intensely. "MY EYEBROWS ARE NOT BACON, YOU- YOU-"

He was interrupted rudely when America burst into laughter after glancing at the sheet of paper, choking on his candy bar. "Dude," America choked out, his eyes watering. "This is perfect. Absolutely amazing. Can I have it?"

Prussia, still grinning, nodded and said: "Of course, bro."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT, AMERICA?" England yelled, crumpling up the piece of paper. "DON'T YOU DARE USE IT FOR MY-"

"I was thinking of replacing your passport photo with it," America said, shrugging. He turned to Prussia. "Also, are you sure there's a difference between England and this photo? I can't see a difference."

"WHY, YOU- YOU-"

"Nah, I don't think so," Prussia said, grinning. "But I think he got a haircut in that pic. Or maybe he's wearing a different outfit?" Prussia wrenched the paper from England's fingers and smoothed it out on the table, inspecting it with mock curiosity. "Yeah, i think he got a haircut... France, what do you think?"

"Well," France said, looking over America's shoulder at the picture, "I do believe that he got a haircut! But other than that," France said, turning and smirking at England, "I see no difference."

"YOU BLOODY IDIOTS! WHAT THE HELL- YOU... YOU-"

"I think we broke England," America mused, still chomping on his candy bar and glancing at England. "He can't seem to talk anymore."

"I CAN TALK, YOU BLOODY- BLOODY- bloody..."

While England was struggling to find a curse word foul enough to describe the current situation, Denmark burst into laughter, shaking so hard that he toppled out of his chair and hit his head on the wall behind him.

"Oh my gosh, Nor, look at this!" he wheezed, motioning for Norway. Norway gave Denmark a disgusted look, but walked over anyways.

"See?" Denmark said, clutching at his chest. "Isn't it funny?"

Norway shook his head.

"Fine, fine, be that way," Denmark grumbled. "Hey, Finny! Can you put this into that Christmas card you send to us every year?'

"Oh, sure!" Finland said happily. "I'll make sure that this is the front of the card! Mr. England, you should feel so honored-"

"DON'T YOU DARE PUT THAT STUPID THING ONTO THE FRONT OF THE CHRISTMAS CARD!" England roared. "IF YOU DO, I'LL- I'll- I'll..."

England slumped onto a chair, mumbling unintelligible words to himself as all of the nations stared at him, confused. Finland happily shoved the photo into his pocket and said something to Sweden about "vintage Christmas cards."

"See?" America said, motioning towards England, who had curled up into a ball and rolled into a corner of the room, still muttering darkly to himself. "I told you we broke England!"

"I don't think that's the case, aru..." China said, giving England a perplexed look. "I think your American bacon has gotten to him."

"Really? How?"

England was left to mumble to himself in the corner, while Germany grabbed Prussia's crate of papers and dumped them unceremoniously into a large wastebin, declaring that the rest of the pictures were likely to send all the other nations into insanity as well.

"WEESSTTT! HOW COULD YOU?" Prussia sobbed, lying face-down on the floor. "And we didn't even get to the one where I photoshopped a dress on Switzerland-"

"You photoshopped a WHAT on me?" Switzerland yelled, grabbing the back of Prussia's coat and holding a large gun that he had pulled from nowhere. "SAY THAT ONE MORE TIME, I DARE YOU!"

Prussia, who was not eager to face an angry Switzerland, remained silent and facedown.

And when Christmas rolled around, the picture of England with bacon eyebrows were on the front of the cards that Finland sent out, causing England to lapse into insanity once more.

"See?" America said, motioning towards England, who was hunched in a corner, unwashed and eating raw meat in his darkened living room when they visited his place in London. "I told you, we broke England!"

A/N: So, I actually managed to upload another one and pull together enough time to write it... I'm so tired at the moment, exams are killing me. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please review, and once again, critique is always appreciated!

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Abc: YES I KNOW GUTTERS OFFICIALLY DESTROYED ME MY PRECIOUS DENMARK WHHYYYY... Thanks for all the reccomendations! I'll check them out, I promise. I need my life to be ruined more by feels. And angsty things are coming up, I promise. Trust me, you're not alone in that aspect... (I like to see them suffer too... I'm such a terrible person)