For a few moments Prussia stared in front of him, his eyes trained on the child-version of his brother.
"You can't hide her from me," Germany said, almost smugly. "I know she must be somewhere in this room, and when I find her -"
"Shit!" Prussia cursed. "West, what the fuck?! How the hell did you even - you know what, fuck this shit. Get under the table before someone sees you!"
Germany frowned. "No!" he said. "You'll just make me stay there, like you made me stay in the closet -"
"Prussia?!" Prussia froze at the sound of France's voice. "Is everything okay?"
In one fluid movement, Prussia shoved Germany under the table. His head snapped up and he tried to hide his panic.
"Um, hi," he choked. "France. Buddy ol' pal. Um...awesome day, isn't it?"
France stared at him.
'Dammit,' Prussia mentally cursed. 'This is SO not awesome. France better watch out or he might not stay on my list of awesome-people for much longer...'
His friend (or former friend the way things were going) shook his head and turned away.
"I want my Italy!" Germany called from under the table. "I want my -"
"I'M LOOKING FOR MY CONTACTS!" Prussia howled. Every nation in the room turned to stare at him. With a forced smile on his face, Prussia made a big show of getting down onto his knees and for a few moments, began to search around on the floor.
"I knew he'd go crazy eventually," someone muttered from nearby.
Ignoring them (Prussia would get his revenge later) he focused his entire attention on his brother.
"Okay West," he growled. "You are going to go back to the room now okay? And then you are going to give that loser Poland a big kick on the arse - I should have known he'd be useless."
"I want my Italy," Germany argued, stubbornly. "You've kept us apart for far too long! It's killing me!"
"...It's been two days."
"Two days!" Germany spat. "It feels like two centuries! No - no, it feels like so much longer! I feel like my heart is breaking without her, little by little -"
"West, shut up!" Prussia groaned. "Look, trust me when I say, you don't want to find Italy - trust me, I don't think you want that little wake-up call."
Germany frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing." Best not get into that... "Anyway, is the other loser here?"
Germany stared at him, blankly.
"America."
"Oh!" Germany's eyes widened in realization. "Right well, no - she decided to follow the rules and stay back. I'd call her a sook except, well...she's a girl. I suppose it's alright for a girl to follow the rules." He smiled slightly. "She'd make a good wife some day, don't you think."
"Dear fucking god, I did not need that image," Prussia muttered, shuddering slightly.
"Are you talking to yourself?"
Dear god, why did everyone hate him so much?
"Loser," Prussia said, his way of greeting the nation in front of him - Austria. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Have you gone completely mad?" Austria asked, sounding amused and disgusted at the same time. "We all knew it was going to happen eventually but - well I suppose it finally has -"
"Austria!" Germany cried, shock coating his tone. "It's that jerk Austria! It's -"
Prussia slammed his hand over Germany's mouth, his eyes wide.
Austria frowned, looking around. "What was that?" he asked. His eyes focused on Prussia. "Did you hear anything?"
"Course not," Prussia laughed. "What, are you hearing things now loser? Must be contagious or something - first France and now you. You better get away from me now because I sure as hell don't want to go crazy."
"You're already crazy," Austria muttered, shaking his head before walking off in the opposite direction.
'Thank god,' Prussia thought.
"Prussia?"
Dear lord, there was his proof - everyone really did hate him.
"Ita -" he paused, remembering exactly who was listening in on this conversation. "Er, it's you," he amended. "What the hell do you want?"
"I heard you were looking for your contacts," Italy responded, in that annoyingly-cheerful way of his. And okay, usually it wasn't annoying - Prussia actually thought Italy was kind of awesome. Not as awesome as him of course but...well, as awesome as someone who wasn't him could be.
He really needed to edit that list of his...
"Oh yeah," Prussia laughed, ignoring Germany's struggles as he tried to get Prussia's hand off his mouth. "How'd you hear that?"
"I know!" Italy beamed, brightly. "What a coincidence, right? Anyway, I was thinking, maybe you'd like some help finding them."
Germany struggled harder, making muffled protests.
"Haha, well that's just - NO, DON'T YOU DARE!"
Italy - who had been about to get down on his knees - stared at Prussia with wide, confused eyes.
"Er, I mean..." Prussia let out an awkward laugh. "I wouldn't want you to, er...put yourself through such..." He paused, trying to find the right word. "...Agony..."
Italy continued to stare.
"Cause you know," Prussia continued, hurriedly, "England did it with Poland on this very floor!" He let out a nervous laugh.
"Mmmm!" Germany tried to speak but Prussia's hand muffled whatever he had been about to say.
"W-what?" Italy gasped.
"Yeah, I know," Prussia said, nodding his head. "Kinky, right?"
"But -" Italy stared, uncomprehendingly. "I thought - the chairs -"
Prussia shrugged. "Yeah well, they do it a lot."
"But..." Italy looked from the chair to the floor, and repeated this action a few times. "...I don't understand..."
"Yeah I know, it's always in this room. England and Poland don't want anyone to know so, er...they hide it!" Oh yeah, he was the king of improvisation. "Yeah, they sneak around and shit like that."
"Really?" Italy's eyes grew wide.
Prussia nodded his head, quickly. "Oh they are terrified that people will be all "Poland, you're too loser-like and unawesome for England!" and "England your eyebrows are too big for Poland!""
"Oh that's so horrible!" Italy gasped. A moment later he frowned. "Should you be telling me this? If they really want to hide then...I don't want to hurt their feelings!"
"No, no, they need you!" Prussia thought that grabbing Italy's shoulders in fake desperation (...or not so fake) would have been an awesome effect, but doing that would require him to let go of Germany...and that was something that he really didn't want to do.
"Why?" Italy asked.
"Oh well...because you need to knock some sense into them!" Prussia forced a large smile onto his face. "You need to tell England that while yes, his eyebrows are insanely and inhumanly huge, they're perfect for that loser Poland."
"Oh..." Italy stared at him, looking hopeful. "Will that...will it help?"
Prussia - resisting the urge to tell Italy to fuck the hell off - nodded his head. "Yes it will."
Italy beamed. "Okay then!" he announced brightly, and started to walk off. Just as Prussia was about to thank the heavens (and himself because he had been fucking awesome to think up all that on the spot) when life decided to kick him in the arse yet again.
Germany pulled out of his grasp.
"He's Italian!" the child cried, his voice piecing Prussia's ears. "He's Italian!"
"Shut up West!" Prussia hissed, struggling to grab his brother.
"ITALIAN MAN!" Germany howled (Prussia could only be glad that he had remained under the table). "TELL ME, WHERE IS MY ITALY?!"
"Stop, stop, stop..." Prussia moaned. A few people turned to stare at him, giving him odd stares. Prussia didn't give a damn what they thought, as long as Italy didn't turn around.
...And of course, Italy just had to turn around.
"Did you hear something?" he asked, frowning and looking around. Prussia shook his head quickly.
"No," he responded, giving Germany a soft kick under the table.
'Shut up,' he thought, desperately. 'For the sake of all that's holy, PLEASE shut up...'
"ITALIAN MAN!" Germany howled, ignoring Prussia's non-verbal warning. "MY ITALY - WHERE IS SHE?!"
"What...?" Italy's eyes grew wide in disbelief. "Was that...Holy Roman Empire...?"
"Holy Roman Empire?" Prussia jumped in alarm at the sound of Austria's voice. Dammit!
"Don't be ridiculous, Italy," Austria continued, ignoring the venomous glare that Prussia was shooting him. "Holy Roman Empire is dead."
"AUSTRIA YOU JERK!"
Austria paled. "W-w-what?" he stuttered. Prussia would have enjoyed the look of horror on the other nation's face if he hadn't been preoccupied with cursing his miserable life. "No! How - what - how can this be -?"
"Holy Roma!" Italy cried, distress filling his tone.
"NO, NO, NO!" Prussia howled in frustration. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TELL ENGLAND THAT IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO GET DIRTY WITH POLAND!"
"EXCUSE ME?!"
No one bothered to pay attention to England's indignant scream, all too focused on what was going on in front of them.
...
Unlike the majority of the nations in the room who were watching the commotion that was going on, the Nordics were preoccupied.
"Aw, come on Finland," Denmark moaned for around the tenth time since he'd arrived. "Just tell us where you've been since yesterday. We won't tell anyone."
"It's not a secret," Finland retorted.
"Then tell us!"
"There's nothing to tell." Finland lowered his eyes, forcing himself not to look at them in fear that he would give something away. "I was just...hanging out with a friend."
Denmark snorted. "You don't have any friends."
Finland shot him a glare.
"He does have friends," Iceland interjected. "Remember, Estonia?"
Finland perked up. "Yeah!" he said, nodding his head quickly. "Estonia is my friend!"
"So you were with Estonia?" Norway questioned, sounding disinterested.
"Yes." Finland nodded his head.
"So, if we ask Estonia what you guys were doing yesterday, he'd tell us?" Denmark asked, shooting Finland a slight smirk.
"...No."
"Leave m' wife alone," Sweden growled.
"Exactly!" Finland shot Sweden a grateful look.
"I'll f'nd out later m'self."
Finland's smile faded and he inwardly cursed. Dammit...why had Prussia dragged him into this mess...
...Speaking of Prussia...
Finland's eyes dragged over to the commotion occurring across the room. His eyes swept from the almost crazed expression on Prussia's face to the looks of horror on Austria and Italy's faces.
'What the hell?' he thought. 'What's going on...?'
And then a familiar voice met his ears. A very familiar voice. A voice that sounded like...like...
"What's up with those guys?" Denmark asked, sounding slightly amused. "I swear, Prussia's been acting weird all day. Look's like he's hiding something under the table too."
No...it couldn't be. It couldn't be...
Germany was back in the bedroom with America and Poland...right?
Finland closed his eyes and let out a silent curse.
"I'll be right back," he told the other's, hoping that they wouldn't press him for answers. Oh who was he kidding - of course they would.
"Why, where are you going?" Iceland asked, curiously.
"Um..." Finland struggled to find a good excuse. "My...contacts fell out?"
They all stared at him.
Ignoring them, Finland got down on his knees and crawled under the table. His eyes immediately met the small figure crouched on the opposite end of the table and he inwardly cursed; dammit, why did he have to be here?
Trying to ignore the voice in his head saying, "if you run now, Prussia will never be able to catch you...", Finland made his way over.
...
"Do you reckon I should get contacts?" Denmark mused, as Norway, Sweden and Iceland stared at the spot where Finland had been moments before.
"What?" Norway asked, shooting him a blank look.
"Well," Denmark said, "everyone seems to be wearing them lately, and you know, I always gotta stay on top of the newest trends -"
Norway closed his eyes and slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand.
...
Getting Germany out of the room was a lot easier than Finland had anticipated.
The child had been so preoccupied with trying to get out from under the table, he'd barely noticed Finland creeping up behind him until the other nation had grabbed him from behind. Germany made a protesting noise, but Finland slapped his hand over his mouth in a swift motion.
Muttering about how Germany was going to be in "so, so, SO much trouble", Finland crept out from under the table, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible. It really wasn't too hard - everyone was so busy watching what was going on with Prussia, Austria, and Italy, that they didn't even notice Finland creeping out from under the table.
"Germany," Finland ground out, once he had made it safely out of the room. "What the hell?!"
"I wanted to find my Italy!" Germany complained, struggling to get out of Finland's grip. "You're all keeping her from me! Let me go, I have to go speak to that Italian man - he'll know where my love is -"
Italian man? Finland eye's widened as he realized exactly who Germany was referring too.
"Oh wow," he muttered. "That's just...weird..."
"He'll know!" Germany continued, desperately. "I have to talk to him!"
"No, no, there'll be no talking to Ita - er, the Italian man." Finland gave Germany a small smile and patted him on the shoulder. "Come on, we have to go back to the room now."
Germany let out a series of loud complaints, struggling to escape as Finland dragged him down the corridor. Finland ignored his struggles and let out a loud sigh.
"I want to talk to the Italian man," Germany whined.
"No," Finland told him.
Germany pouted and continued to try and get away. Finland shook his head; he wondered what Germany's reaction would be if he found out that the "Italian man" was really the so-called "love of his life."
Well...he certainly wouldn't be the one to break the news to him.
...
AN:
Hope you enjoyed this chapter :D
America wasn't in this, and neither was Poland, but don't be too disheartened because they'll be back in the next chapter! :D Hope Prussia, Finland, Germany, and the rest of the nations that appeared in this chapter made up for their absence though :D
I know some of you were hoping that this would be the chapter where Germany and America would be revealed, and I hope you aren't too disappointed that it wasn't!
Review and tell me what you think, and what your favourite part was! :D