The world meeting was uneventful, minus the fistfight between England and France that somehow led to a make out session which led to America beating up France. Italy spent it staring longingly at Germany, who was smiling for the first time in a while, just happy to be near Italy again. Prussia boasted about his awesomeness, as always, trying to impress Canada, who flirted back nervously.

So it was actually a pretty usual meeting.

*Hetalia!*

The following messages showed up on Germany's phone that evening:

Prussia 19:57: *picture of Germany tangled in his blankets on the floor*

Germany 19:58: HOW DARE YOU

Austria 19:58: Well that's very flattering.

Prussia 19:59: lol hes awesome aint he

England 19:59: wtf?

Germany 19:59: danke prick

Austria 20:00: Sorry…

Prussia 20:00: west&i had a pillow fight

America 20:01: england dude we should tots do that!

Hungary 20:01: aw austri ur so sweet

America 20:02: AUSTRI?! LOLOLOLOL

England 20:02: america u'd loose immediately.

America 20:03: we should have a world slumber party!

Italy 20:04: will there be pasta?

England 20:04: it better not be my house…

America 20:05: MY HOUSE TOMORROW NIGHT EVERYONE

Maine 20:06: can states come too? were already there anyway

Italy 20:06: can maine come too?

America 20:07: uhhh sure i guess

*Hetalia!*

Germany sat on the tiled floor of the kitchen, waiting patiently for the kettle on the stove top to boil. He tried very hard to not think about the depression that had been holding him for the past few days. Prussia was smart to start that pillow fight…

The kettle began whistling shrilly; Germany didn't notice it until Prussia walked into the room, rubbing his eyes.

"Mein bruder, it's awesome that you're boiling water at midnight, but really."

"Huh? Oh shit!" Germany jumped up and turned off the stove. "Did I wake you?"

Prussia laughed. "Nein, but you did wake up Canada."

"What are you two doing anyway?" Germany asked as he set about making a proper cup of tea.

"Watching old Disney movies, believe it or not. He cried himself to sleep during Bambi."

Germany smiled, then said "Poor him."

"Anyway, what do we have by way of hot chocolate? I thought I'd be awesome and bring him some."

As they were talking, Canada stumbled in, still clearly half-asleep. "Oh. P-prussia I don't need anything," he mumbled.

At the sound of his voice, Prussia turned around and embraced the shorter country. Germany cleared his throat and announced he was going to bed now, taking his tea and leaving them in the kitchen.

*Hetalia!*

Germany spent the next hour or so unable to sleep. He read more of Anna Karenina, but couldn't focus; he tried writing, but couldn't think of what to write. In the end, he texted Italy.

Germany 1:18: gutentag italy

Italy 1:30: hiya germany!

Germany 1:31: would you like to come over by any chance?

Italy 1:32: but its dark and scary outside at 1 in the morning!

Germany 1:33: then can i go to your place?

Italy 1:34: sure! but why?

Germany 1:35: canada is here with prussia

Italy 1:36: are they being all romancey?

Germany 1:37: ja

Italy 1:40: BASTARD THIS IS ROMANO DONT EVER TEXT MY BROTHER AGAIN

Well then. Maybe I'll go see what Prussia's up to…

*Hetalia!*

Germany ventured down the hall to the living room, where his brother was sitting with a blanket wrapped around himself and Canada. They were both sleeping. Sighing, Germany turned off the television. He got the quilt off of Prussia's bed and put it over them, knowing that the room got cold at night.

Getting back into his own bed, Germany pulled his own blankets over his head, making a cave like when he was a little kid. Taking a flashlight, he made shadow puppets against the wall of fabric.

Eventually, he fell asleep.