A/N: I just noticed it's going to be this fic's birthday tomorrow (3 years, WWWOWW). Since I am sure there's going to be a 10th birthday before I eventually end this up, I'll fill one more prompt in! :D

"I'm making a huge fire with that eyebrows of his!"

The fierce roar coming from the bathroom made Mathias jolt out of the bed. Turning around, he noticed Lars wasn't there with him.

He lazily got off of the bed, the previous night they threw a party at their home and he could still feel that damn vodka pulsing in his brain. When he went to sleep, Lars was still chatting with some of the guests, the situation seemed strangely calm, besides, that was the first loud noise he heard.

Sighing in relief that nobody went home hurt from the amazing night, Mathias slowly pushed the bathroom door open, surely Lars dropped something on himself (or someone dropped it on him) and he was struggling to clean it.

Getting his nerves ready to literally pull his partner to bed, Mathias grabbed Lars by the back of his shirt "It's five in the morning. You can deal with food spots tomorrow, let's take a r-" his words cut off when he noticed a pair of bunny ears spiking up from Lars' hair. Mathias blankly pointed at the soft hears

"England." Answered Lars, furious. He was pulling those ears out with all the possible strength.

Mathias turned around to give them a better look "Magic?"

"Tsk, nope just pins and hairspray" snorted Lars, tugging the plush ears. Mathias grabbed his hands preventing him to continue "Your scalp is going to come off…." He said, taking some shampoo from the bottle. Lars' hair were so soaked in hairspray they were actually harder than a rock.

"And why did this happen? What did you tell him?" asked Mathias. Lars shrugged "I don't know. That man sure is screwed up. He got mad because beer was over, he waited for me to blackout and did this"

Mathias sighed "And how can you be so sure about it? I mean, did you see him?"

"Not me, but that crybaby of an Italian did, and you know how good he is with secrets." Netherlands' story was a complete nonsense. Denmark was sure his boyfriend just fainted dead on the couch and someone decided to take advantage of it; he didn't say a word for the sake of his personal life.

"Okay, the second is gone"

Mathias put an hairpin down on the sink, he had been working on that stuff for some minutes. He then gently tugged the plush ear, setting some hair aside with the brush.

"…aaand, we're done! Now, let's move to the second!"

Hearing no answer coming from the other, Denmark checked his boyfriend out, he went completely KO, again.

Helplessly sighing, he was careful not to wake the other up during the other ear's removal.

When he was over, he gently dried the Dutchman's hair and carried him to bed. Eventually, a deserved rest.

The following day he would have put up a plan on how to make England pay for that, no matter what.