YOU GET TWO MORE CHAPTERS TODAY (HOPEFULLY), AND THE LAST ONE TOMORROW!

A/N: The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful. Auction? Still not done. Is this the last chapter? No, really, is it? I don't know. I think I'll stick in an epilogue even if it is.

Disclaimer: ICH BESITZE NICHTS. :]

War-ning! Don't ever start a baaand! Human OCs, awesome!Prussia, Hildy's mommy, cheesy stuff, more ship sinking, I enjoy sinking ships, denial isn't just a river in Egypt (it's also a river in Sudan), annnd excessive dialogue! OMG! I'm not really gonna get into this thing with her mom! It's not important, originally I wanted to include Christmas and stuff, but I don't have the time or resources, so... this!


Chapter Ten

"Prussia, we're here."

He mumbled something and turned his head away.

"Prussia!"

"If you don't want to carry me... you should give me beer..."

"And if I leave you here, you will go comatose. New options: go or stay."

He had, of course, taken the window seat, despite sleeping the entire time.

I crossed my arms and waited. After around thirty seconds, he turned to look at me and sighed. "You're not going to win," he said.

I raised my eyebrows. "Bye," I said, turning to walk down the aisle. Prussia grabbed my wrist and used me to stand, then somehow got me on his back.

"Weeell, if I'm carrying you, I suppose I can go where ever I want, right?"

Unfortunately, the answer to that was yes, so I just breathed on his neck as creepily as I could as we exited the plane. This had zero effect on him, much to my dismay.

"People have been breathing down my awesome neck since forever. I'm a European nation, remember? It's kind of nostalgic." After a moment, he shuddered, saying, "Never mind, just thought of that asshole Russia. I'll lose all my eyelashes this way."

I stopped and just rested my head on his shoulder, enjoying the free ride. "And that would be terrible."

There was a silence as we made our way to where my mother always waited for me.

"So what's your mom look like?" I was about to answer when he added, "Is she hot?" he said.

I attempted to thwack him upside the head. Luckily, my hand glanced off his hair with no harm to myself.

"Dude. Not okay."

He shrugged. "Fine. Just wondering."

I pursed my lips. "Yes, she is. She looks like me but tanner. Duh."

"Hm. What do you want me to tell her?"

"If you tell her we're "banging" I will hurt you."

He laughed loudly. If people weren't staring at us before, they certainly were then. "I meant about my name. Should I just tell her that I'm the awesome nation of Prussia, or same as I've told everyone else?"

"Prussia, dear, when you put it like that, it makes me fifty percent more sure that you are going to say that we're banging."

"You keep saying it, not me. I think you want me to say that."

"No, I don't."

"Yes you do."

"See, this is what I mean. No."

"Okay, I won't tell her."

"Won't tell her what?" He just grinned. "Won't tell her what, Prussia?"

"Hildegard! Is that you?"

Prussia turned. My mom was waving at us, grinning like an idiot. Prussia sauntered, I kid you not, he sauntered over to her.

"Hi Mom," I said.

"Hi Mom," Prussia said right after me. If his accent was any indication, he wasn't going to tell her who he actually was. Of course not. Then it would be more plausible that we were together.

She smiled. "Hey, I thought you wanted that extra ticket for Emma, not a boyfriend," she said.

Lacking the ability to facepalm, I headshouldered.

"We're not going out," I said.

Prussia sighed dramatically, but nodded in agreement.

"Then why bring him along?" my mom wondered.

"He wanted to come," I said lamely. Then a light bulb went off. "It was this, or take his dog."

"At least he gets to hang out with Scooby-Doo. I'm almost jealous."

"What's your name?" she asked him.

"Friedrich Hanover," he answered.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

My mom was clearly having trouble understanding what the hell Prussia was saying, so she turned to me. "Let's go home, shall we?"

She led the way out of the airport. Prussia refused to put me down. Once we got to her car, she said, "You can still walk, right?"

"Yes, I can. But he offered."

Prussia wrinkled his nose and dropped me. I somehow managed to catch myself and punch him simultaneously, which he laughed at.

"So, Friedrich," my mom said, always feeling a necessity to talk. "Where are you from?"

"Potsdam," he said.

"Potsdam, Germany?" she asked, looking at him in the rearview mirror. We were both in the back of her little car. "We used to go there every summer when I was a kid. It's a nice place."

"Yes it is." He sniffed. "Lots of awesome people came from there."

"I'll agree to that. That's where my parents were born."

"Oh, really?" Prussia said, as if he didn't already know that. I poked him in the side. He ignored me. "That's awesome."

"How old are you?" my mom asked.

He grinned. "Twenty-one."

"Mhm. Hildegard, I thought I told you to stay out of those strip clubs."

Prussia laughed as I just shrugged. "I haven't been to "one of those" strip clubs in a few months, thank you." I turned to him. "She thinks arcades are fronts for stripper joints."

I saw my mom turn red in the mirror as Prussia laughed harder. Points to me, as my face doesn't change color.

"Well, some of them are! You could have some strange fetishes either way."

"If I did, it runs in the family, mother."

We continued back and forth for the entirety of the ride, much to Prussia's amusement. When we got to my mom's house, he asked, "Do you guys always do that, or is it just because I'm awesome?"

"We always do that ever since the first time I brought Emma along and Emma asked of the inability to be embarrassed ran in the family."

My mother ran in the house, appearing to have remembered that she left the shower running.

"So, it doesn't?"

"It does, but on my dad's side. My mom just likes to think it's her side, since, you know, we look exactly alike."

He nodded. "You do, it's scary. Except for the overalls. You have a better fashion sense."

I laughed. "She's the one who sends me clothes, though. Those are just her work clothes."

"I see. Fisherman, that's right. Also, alcohol. She has a nice house for a normal."


Ohmahkey

Canada heard his answering machine pick up. Something work-realated, no doubt. He certainly didn't want to listen to it.

"Oooh, mon petit Canada? Décrochez le téléphone~ I have a request for you~"

He sighed and reached for his phone. He tried to remember France's French so that the man wouldn't throw a shitfit. "If it's an orgy, I'm not interested."

"Onhonhon, always jumping to conclusions! Non, our favorite German brother was sent to your brother's penis. Haha, that's still hilarious!"

Canada snorted. "And why not leave him there?"

France's voice became serious. "Because it was Iggy who sent him. You know I don't like it when Iggy has his way with my... uh... friends." Fuck buddies. The phrase he was looking for was definitely fuck buddies. Canada decided not to mention it.

"Oui... And what, exactly, do you want me to do?"

"Well, I just checked back with Monsieur Germany, and he said the girl Prussia should be nearby is called Hildegard Schmeling."

"That poor girl... Hmm, Schmeling. The name sounds familiar."

"Oh? I wonder why~ Anyway, I would like for you to find them and bring them both to the UK so that Iggy can fix them and Prussia can go back to being bothersome and our normal can go back to being normal. They're suppoded to be near Tampa. You probably have a better idea of where that is than I do, so I shall say no further."

"All right, I'll try. It's better than lying around and sleeping, eh."

"We're counting on you!" France said, and hung up before Canada could say any more. Canada wondered if anyone else shared the opinion that nearly every other nation seemed to have a tendency to do that.

Meanwhile, in Germany, Germany sneezed and accidentally woke up Italy...

First, Canada called Prussia. It rang busy for two minutes before he gave up on that.

Then he tried his brother and got his voice mail. Predictable.

It looked like he would have to do some actual work, beginning with Googling the girl. Nothing but a birth announcement came up, and it was no help to him, what with the location being Miami.

So of course he hacked into America's government computer. Because, why not?

He searched "Schmeling" on there. Over a hundred hits came up. He narrowed the search to Tampa, Florida. Four hits. One was Wilhelm Schmeling.

He recognized the picture. That explained the name recognition. Wilhelm was one of America's more personal spies, with only one rank between him and the nation. But that's not why he recognized the name. He recognized the name from the baby shower America was bragging about being invited to (he wasn't invited to very many parties, being sort of a jerk). It had to be more than a decade ago. Wilhelm's daughter.

Hildegard.

He scribbled the address on a scrap piece of paper, scooped up Kumakatoa (ignoring the "Who?"), and went to find a plane.


A/N Cocoa Mocha Latte: And I don't even exist. Sooo, I guess this isn't the last chapter, eh? Hehe. Who likes cliffhangers? SAME! It's all right, you only have to wait like, a week. Hehe. Not really.

HI. I DO NOT SPEAK FRENCH. ._. I just stuck it in google translate until it sounded right. Actually, I screwed it. I changed it all back to English. Just pretend they were both speaking in French the whole time like below.

...mon petit Canada? My little Canada?

Décrochez le téléphone~ Pick up the phone.

J'ai une demande à vous faire~ I have a request for you.

Si c'est une orgie, je ne suis pas intéressé. If it's an orgy, I'm not interested.

...toujours de sauter aux conclusions! Always jumping to conclusions!

Non, notre frère préféré allemand a été envoyé au pénis de ton frère. No, our favorite German brother was sent to your brother's penis.

Et pourquoi ne pas lui laisser là-bas? And why not leave him there?

Parce que c'était Iggy qui l'a envoyé là-bas. Because it was Iggy who sent him there.

Vous savez que je n'aime pas Iggy ayant son chemin avec mon... amis. You know I don't like Iggy to have his way with my... friends.

Et ce, exactement, voulez-vous que je fasse? And what, exactly, do you want me to do?

...Lazy writer is too lazy to delete these. But it would be funny if you guys read the story, scroll down, and see translations, and be like "what the fuck, there wasn't any French!" anyway.

Lazy writer also is not sure how to spell Kumajirou (and that is probably not right either...), and so narration shall contain entirely made up spellings. And, yes, that means the guy who looks like America is coming back. :3