"According to him, the visit was kept brief and America was the first one to leave. Shortly thereafter there was a large commotion and England was seen forcibly dragging France outside by his hair where several buckets of water were later overturned on him. America returned sometime during the midst of everything with what looked like five burgers and a milkshake and was spectator to everything that followed." The voice on the other end hesitated from reading what he had scribbled down. "Do you wish for me to continue, sir?"

During the whole of the story telling, Germany could feel his face contorting into one of mild shock and weariness. It shouldn't have surprised him to hear of the allies' shenanigans that were happening just outside his borders, and yet he still couldn't understand what he had just heard. "No, that is enough. So long as France has been seen alive?"

The handler on the phone was quick to respond. "Very much so, sir."

Germany nodded in relief at the confirmation. "Then save the rest for the written report. I appreciate the call to let me know first."

"Of course," the spy's handler responded promptly, "but we were wondering what your orders were, sir. Do you wish for continual monitoring of France?"

"Nein, you may tell him that he should return to his previous assignment. That is all." The man acknowledged the command and thanked him as Germany rested the phone back on its holder and leaned over his desk to place his head into his hands. At least this was one of his questions answered.

A small cough and he looked up to see Japan's dark eyes regarding him carefully. "Am I to assume that was from the man you had posted near France's home?"

A quick nod and the blonde leaned back in seat. "It was and bearing good news. Italy did not kill France on his mission last week."

Japan nodded slowly as he listened. "That should improve relations between you and your brother," he slightly raised an eyebrow at the blonde leader, "should it not?"

"I think he is still angry about being attacked when Italy found him in my bed." He growled quietly and Japan offered a small sympathetic smile.

"It is a start and Prussia needs some time to relax. I am sure things will be right again soon."

"If you say so…" Germany replied with some uncertainty. Prussia had been avoiding him for the past day and moodily sticking to his room whenever he could. They had passed each other once or twice around the house, but he wasn't sure what to say to his elder brother especially now that he was sporting a colorful bruise in the middle of his face. Not to mention when Austria still roused them at the usual time the morning following the incident despite the fact that none of them had gained much sleep the night before. Tensions were high in the German household.

Japan lifted a hand and offered a warm comforting smile. "I think what needs to occur is a some sort of activity that will require everyone to work together. It may help bring back unity to the Axis."

Germany thought over the offered advice while tracing lines on a document in front of him with a spare pen. " We would become more efficient..." he stated reluctantly.

Japan nodded encouragingly while Germany continued to doodle. "There are many benefits to group activities."

Another minute of thought and Germany tossed the pen away with a sigh. "Prussia will never agree to such a thing and Italy has refused to speak with me lately."

"That is a problem," Japan considered,"but with Italy it may be best if you were to go and ask for forgiveness for what it was that has caused this problem between you."

Germany stared at the shorter nation while he processed the statement. Japan's dark knowing eyes kept watch with a small smile to compliment them. Germany studied the nation and raised an eyebrow. "Is there something you are not telling me?" He tapped a finger on the desk as he thought. "Has Italy spoken to you?"

Japan shook his head though he continued to hold the small smile on his face. "I have not heard from him."

A few more taps on the desk while Germany watched suspiciously. "How do I get him to hear me out?"

"Start by offering a gift." Japan instructed and continued before the blonde could cut in with his question. "You know him well; you can find something he would enjoy."

"You mean I used to know him..." the nation mumbled, averting his eyes to study the corner of his desk.

"You still do. Give it some thought and then go to him." Japan encouraged.

There was definitely something Japan knew that he wasn't saying, but in the end Germany could only agree so that they could continue from where they had been before the phone had rung. He sat up in his chair and shuffled a few of the loose documents around his desk. "Now about the status of resources..."

AN: Cries for forgiveness for a short filler chapter, but I needed some fluffy Japan while writing my RusAme fic...