Author's Note- Please let me know if there are any grammatical errors. I'm kind of tired right now, sooo... yeah.
Disclaimer- Do I really need to say anything?
Japan automatically reached to knock on the door before remebering that he lived there until who knows when. Opening the front door, the house was oddly quiet.
Is Germany-san even home?
He walked into the living room and kitchen. You could hear the faint hum of the dishwasher running. Strange...
He went upstairs. Might as well get changed and freshen up, right?
He found himself in a hallway. Straight ahead was a door with 'Danger: Awesome ahead' painted on it. That was Prussia's room, alright.
Japan reached to open it.
"Ahem," Germany was to the right of him, arms crossed, looking pretty pissed.
Japan was startled. He jumped and tripped over himself, falling backwards and hitting his head on the wall.
"Oh, G-" He stopped himself. He was Prussia, not Japan. "Oh, West. Didn't see you there..." How strange it felt to call Germany West instead of the usual Germany-san.
"Where have you been?"
Japan stood up. "Oh, you know. I was out with Spain and France last night."
"Dummkopf. I specifically told you to stay home!"
Japan brought out his inner-Prussia. "Yeah, whatever." He turned his back to the blond.
Please forgive me, Germany-san.
Germany wasn't surprised at all. "Get changed and get outside in ten minutes. You missed morning training." With that, Germany went downstairs, already in his clothes for training.
Entering Prussia's room, there were clothes scattered all over the floor, the bed was unmade, and clothing drawers were opened with unfolded clothes sticking out. The walls were black with a Prussian flag hanging over the bed. There was a desk in the corner with a swivel chair.
Looking through the drawers, Japan found a shirt and sweatpants that didn't smell too bad. Not something he would wear, but it was Prussia.
Japan was ready for whatever Germany had in mind. He came outside, only to be told to run four miles.
Italy and Spain had come home to see Romano in the kitchen, already preparing lunch. As soon as Romano heard the door open, he turned around.
"What the hell? I go out to buy groceries and what do you do? You leave the house without calling me first, and you bring home this bastard?" He gestured toward Spain.
Spain gave his best Italy impression. "Awww, Fratello~ Don't be so mad~" He restrained the fusososo~ that would have come after if he hadn't been Italy.
"Pssh, I am way past mad. Why are you acting so weird lately?"
"Roma~" It was Italy's turn.
"NO! You shut the hell up, bastardo!" Romano pointed at Italy with a knife. He went back to chopping before saying, "Get out of my face. Why don't you go hang out with that potato bastard instead?"
Italy sighed. Wow, Fratello is in a really bad mood today, huh~
"So, can Spain eat with us or not, ve~?" Spain wasn't bad at being Italy.
"I only made enough pasta for two." (Italy had to resist shouting 'PASTAAA~' at that very moment.)
"But, Fratello, that looks like more than enough for all three of us~"
"Does it look like I give a shit?"
"Fratello~ Come on, don't be like that~"
This ended with Spain, Italy, and Romano eating together with a very pissed off Romano sitting at the end of the table.
Prussia came to France's house and was, of course, alone. He didn't really want to talk to anyone, and he was kind of glad to not have to go home and face West. Too bad for Japan, though.
It was beautiful outside, so Prussia just took a nap in the grass. Why not? He was tired and he had nothing to do.
France, however, saw this as another opportunity to have some fun.