Lol glad you guys had fun with the last chapter :P This one is with Prussia. I know I haven't done much with Canada lately, but I will. Next chapter, I believe. So keep your pants on, okay?...I'm sorry I don't..I'm not sure what that was..Yeah.

Prussia cracked his eyes open and groaned, his head pounding. He rubbed his face and blinked, letting himself adjust to the light. An arm slung across his chest, fingers dancing along his side. Prussia squinted, finding it odd that Canada was being so..touchy. And then a body was on top of him.

"Morning, sweetie. Sleep well?" Cathrine hovered above him, and he couldn't help but notice she didn't have any clothes on. He backed up, surprised, and smacked his head into the headboard. Prussia groaned, his headache intensifying. A hot panic bloomed in his gut, and he noticed his shirt was missing along with his pants.

"What-..where am I? What happened last night?.." Prussia spoke softly, afraid of her response. He looked over the edge of the bed for his missing clothes but didn't find them. Cathrine rolled off the bed and slipped into a bra and underwear. She smiled innocently at him.

"You don't remember? That's a shame, 'cause it sure as hell was fun.. You're at my place, silly!" she giggled. Prussia swallowed hard and held his head in his hands. He sat up and slouched over his legs, trying desperately to remember anything from the night before. Cathrine pulled on a loose shirt and short-shorts before sitting down again.

"And where exactly /is/ your place?" he muttered. Before she could respond, an energetic brunette bounded into the room, clad in his shirt and lacy underwear. Prussia groaned again louder and fell to the floor. Please tell me I didn't do what I think I did..

"Misty! You're up! I think you stole Gilly-bear's shirt.." laughed Cathrine. The girl who he assumed was Misty strutted over to him and pulled the shirt over her head, exposing her bare chest. Prussia pinched his nose and shoved his face into the ground. This was not going well for him.

"Did I-..with either of you?.." he said timidly. They both laughed and shook their heads. Misty sat on the bed and examined her nails as she talked.

"Cathy brought you home- you were so wasted -and you threw this awesome party. By the way, you would make an epic bartender." She paused and grinned at him devilishly, "Or a stripper.." Prussia turned red and rubbed his face vigorously, trying to forget she said anything. Cathrine pulled him off the floor and tugged him out to the living room. She waved at two other girls sitting on the couch, clutching half empty bottles of alcohol and staring at the TV distantly. They didn't wave back. Cathrine shrugged and made her way to the center of the room, reaching up and pulling a pair of pants off the ceiling fan.

"I believe these are yours," she said, throwing them to him cheerfully. Prussia caught them and looked at her funny. "Like she said, a /damn/ good stripper.."

"Oh, this is just wonderful.." Prussia sighed as he stepped into his pants. He felt terrible and his head burned like fire. Cathrine pat his back lightly and handed him two aspirin which he gladly took. He swallowed them quickly and sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter. Cathrine rummaged behind the TV stand and pulled out a purse, staggering backwards as she lost her balance slightly.

"Alright Mister Party-pants, where do you live?" she smiled, pulling out car keys from the side pouch. Prussia bit his lip and shrugged his shoulders, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops.

"Actually, I was staying at the hotel next to the bar.. Are you taking me back?" Prussia put his weight on one hip and cocked his head.

"No," drawled Cathrine sarcastically, "I'm keeping you here as my personal sex slave. Yes I'm taking you back! Why were you there?" Cathrine pulled him to the door and down the front steps to a red '67 Mustang. Prussia whistled softly and climbed in the front.

"I was on a trip with my friend.." Prussia frowned as he looked out the window. He wondered how mad Canada would be, and if he would even speak to him. Prussia buckled himself in and rest his arm out the window. Cathrine pulled out of the driveway and gave a little sympathetic moan.

"A friend? They don't know where you are, sweetie! Here," Cathrine reached down to the floor, causing the car to swerve slightly, and pulled out her phone, "call them. They're probably worried sick about you!" Prussia stared at the phone and smiled faintly.

"You know, you're the nicest one night stand I've ever had," he joked. Cathrine laughed and nodded her head.

"Ditto." Prussia took the phone and dialed Canada's number, hesitating only slightly to hit send. He put it to his ear and frowned deeply when it went to voicemail right away. He hung up and sighed, handing the phone back.

"It went to voicemail. His phone is probably dead.." Cathrine glanced at him, her face slowly lifting into a knowing smile.

"'His'?" She drummed her fingers on the wheel and giggled. "No wonder you wouldn't do anything with me! You have a boyfriend!" She looked him over out of the corner of her eye quickly and scoffed playfully. "Funny, you don't really look gay.." Prussia turned a deep shade of red and crossed his arms.

"He's /not/ my boyfriend! He's just a friend.. And what do you mean? What exactly happened last night? Can't you give me more details?" Cathrine sighed and adjusted in her seat. She gave him a few quick glances before speaking.

"You had, like, 30 drinks at the bar. By then, you started acting a little drunk. I was actually surprised that it took that many to get you halfway wasted!" Prussia puffed his chest slightly in pride. "I tried to get you to tell me where you lived, but you wouldn't tell me, so I took you back to my place. You raided our kitchen and broke into our drink stash, but it was okay because you started making drinks like crazy!" Cathrine paused to look at him, wondering if he was feeling alright. He looked a little upset and guilty. She rubbed his shoulder comfortingly and continued. "After you had some more to drink- now that I think about it, I probably should have cut you off -You got up on our table and started stripping." Cathrine laughed cheerily, "You made us do it, too! it was about then that you passed out, and I didn't want you to get raped by Misty, so I put you in my bed."

Prussia nodded his head, taking it all in. He cleared his throat and turned a little pink. "Why were you naked?"

"I can't stand pajamas. Sorry if that surprised you or something!" she smiled. Prussia was amazed at how cheery she was. Cathrine never seemed to stop smiling; it reminded him of Spain a little. He looked at the road and saw that they were almost to the hotel.

"Oh, I see.." Cathrine pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car. She sat back in her seat and drummed her fingers on the wheel again. After a moment of awkward silence, Cathrine turned and smiled a friendly grin towards him.

"Well, good luck, Gilly-bear. I have a feeling you're going to need it!" She gripped his shoulder and laughed again. Prussia cocked his head and furrowed his brow. He wrung his hands and sighed.

"What do you mean?.."

"I can tell you're nervous. It'll be okay, sweetie." She smiled and shooed him out the car. Cathrine waved a goodbye to him and backed out, turning around and waving again. Prussia cringed when the car swerved a little. He noted she was a rather reckless driver and it made him laugh. Prussia turned and headed to the front doors, skipping the concierge desk and going to the elevator. He punched the button and stepped in hastily.

A minute later Prussia was on his floor. He ran down the hall and stopped outside his door, fishing in his pocket for his room key. Prussia swore and pounded his fist on the door. He couldn't find the key; it was probably at Cathrine's place. When he heard no response, he sighed and slumped against the wall.

"Canada? Are you there?.. Please, I'm so sorry.. I can explain everything, just let me in?.." Prussia waited for a moment and still heard no reply. He dropped his head on the door and sighed again, quiet and depressed. "Birdie, if you're listening, meet me at the grill. Please, Birdie, I need to talk to you.." He took a step back and headed down the hall hesitantly. It was going to be a long trip home.

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And so, Prussia's poor wittle struggle begins.. Gah, I feel so bad; my sweet Prussia! ! *sigh*

Everything is welcome as always :) Love you all!

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