Germany's Plan to Take Down the World

Chapter 11 ~ Oh, Shiny, Shiny ~

It was a well-known fact that Austria liked everything to be in perfect order, in a sequence of events that pleased him. And he hated to deviate from his OCD path (ignore the fact that he can hardly tell East from North while looking at a map or roaming the streets and getting lost without fail every time), or else everything felt all out of order and he didn't like that.

His daily schedule consisted of waking at the usual time of 6 in the morning, bumbling about until he had had at least 2 cups of strong coffee, and then taking a long shower. He would then make a simple breakfast of toast, yogurt with granola in it and a glass of fruit juice. Next came practicing an instrument until around lunch time, preparing and eating lunch, washing the dishes he had used so far.

He would then read various literatures for around an hour or so. Then he would go about making his sweet of the day. A cake, pie, cookies, chocolates or whatever he felt like making that day.

As he went about gathering his supplies for today's sweet, he noticed that he was lacking in his sugar, He frowned, that wouldn't do. He could have sworn that he had had plenty the day before. He shuffled around the items in his cupboards, finding nothing but some sort of supposed-sugar-substitute that he had no idea got there. He frowned, but shrugged it off, opting to use the mystery 'substitute sugar.' Couldn't be too bad, he thought.

He baked a German double chocolate cake, one of his favorites, as usual, using the sugar replacement.

Upon finishing the cake, he was surprised that the cake tasted even better than usual. He wiped off the last of the frosting and licked off his finger.

Odd, he was feeling… off, he thought as he wondered why a fish was swimming around in his dining room. He watched its scales shimmer in the light, floating in air as if it were swimming in water.

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Prussia went to the door, someone was repeatedly knocking loudly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming shut up!" he shouted and opened up the door.

He saw a disheveled Austria, wide-eyed and looking at everything as if he had 'oh, shiny disorder.' (Or so the Prussian had decided to call it, the Austrian was looking at everything, never focusing on one object for more than a few seconds.)

He saw the Prussian and smiled brightly, "Hello, Gilly!" he said happily, saying his nickname from when they were really young. Like, really young. He threw his arms around the ex-nation in a hug.

"Wh-what the fuck!" Gilbert yelled, trying to shove the Austrian away. "Who are you and what have you done with the Austria that I know!"

Austria began to get pouty. His bottom lip quivered and his eyes got shiny.

Prussia looked around, feeling very uncomfortable. "H-hey. I didn't mean it…?" he said, awkwardly patting him on the back.

He instantly brightened up and ran into the room, looking around and frowning,

"Hey, Gilly, why is it so messy in here?" he asked, glaring at the, surprisingly, spotless house. Germany made sure to come by once a week to clean so that Prussia's house wouldn't turn into a landfill.

Prussia looked around, very confused. Before he got a chance to respond, Austria began to move about, messing up anything and everything that was in his path.

"Was zum Teufel machst du da Österreich!" He yelled as he continued to wreak havoc. [What the hell are you doing Austria!]

Austria paused and looked at Prussia like he was an idiot, not a new thing, and said simply, "I am cleaning, what does it look like?" He turned around and proceeded to throw magazines off of the table.

"Oh, naughty," he said as he grabbed one that had pornographic content on it, then threw it over his shoulder.

Prussia just stared at him incredulously, completely stunned and not knowing what to do for a few minutes.

He shook his head and just snapped a few pictures, laughing as the Austrian stripped off his shirt and complaining that it was too hot.

It's not like he cared if it was messy or not, but the stripping and mess-making Austrian would make good blackmail in the future. He snickered and snapped multiple pictures.

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Switzerland watched confused as an oddly naked Austrian was running around in front of his house. He pondered on what he was doing and shrugged, he always knew that Austria was a bit odd in the head.

He was thankful for the fact that he had agreed to let Liechtenstein spend the night with the other female nations for a sleepover, or else she would have been scarred for life.

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France wondered whose happy voice he heard laughing and running about. It didn't sound like Spain, the happiest person he knew, despite the troubles in his country, and it didn't sound like any of the humans who were living in his area.

He dropped his wine glass, it shattering on contact, when he saw a streaking man with chocolate brown hair and a cowlick that looked suspiciously like Austria. He felt so confused; he just shook his head, and turned around and went inside, for some reason pondering the reasons of life.

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Russia looked outside and rose an eyebrow, smiling as he watched the odd Germanic nation run around outside in the snow, naked. Didn't he know that it was cold out? He kol'd. He could care less what happened to the crazy man running around naked in the cold. He was a nation; after all, he wouldn't die. At most, he would feel uncomfortable when he woke up, and maybe a bit sore if he broke anything major.

He watched in amusement as Austria ran away laughing and saying something about a shiny butterfly from the police officer's that were chasing him, trying to get the nudist.

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Roderich woke, feeling woozy and very cold. His head hurt, and his tongue felt thick in his mouth. He felt hung over, though he couldn't remember drinking anything alcoholic. He froze when he realized he only had a thin blanket covering his body. He pulled it closer and looked at his surroundings.

He didn't recognize anything, and judging by the words on the signs on the wall, he was maybe somewhere in a Nordic country, which one, he wasn't sure about, but he saw the weird a and e combined letter. Nordic.

"Hello?" he asked loudly.

Out of nowhere, a tall blonde jumped out and clung to the bars.

"Dude, good morning, nudist!" Denmark said, much too loudly.

"Wh-what? What do you mean nudist?" he asked, confused.

"Man, you were crazy! You were running around shouting something about the fairies in the forest and not to mention naked! Crazy, man," he laughed crazily. "And the police started chasing you! Too bad, it was entertaining to watch. What were you on? Can I have some? It seems like you had a good time," he said rapidly.

"What? On something? Have what? Good time?" He countered questions with questions.

Last he remembered was eating that cake… And a fish?

He groaned and put his head in his hands, "What the hell happened?" he asked no one in particular, ignoring the energetic blond talking about who knows what.

Poor Austria, one would say, but many were very entertained that night. And he was in quite the shock when he finally got home. It was trashed, for some reason… He hated messes! Everyone knows that, and someone went and trashed his place!

And, most importantly, what happened to his piano! He screamed as he knelt in its broken remains.

A/N: Pfft. I have no idea…. It started with sweets and somehow ended up with a hallucinogenic or something being added to the cake.

As usual, thank you for the reviews! Of course I read them J Hope ya like this chapter. I'll write when inspiration hits me.

And as for the last chapter, I was also thinking Germany was dressed as Silence/Slender man or something along those lines XD