~ Day 14: December 14 ~

Briiiiiing. Briiiiiiiiiing. Prussia awoke that morning to the phone ringing. When it stopped, he assumed Germany had picked it up. His assumption was proven correct when his little brother barged into his room just a couple seconds later.

"It's for you." He said, staring at Prussia disapprovingly. "You really should get up sooner. It's almost noon."

"The awesome me does not just 'wake up' early!" he crowed, hopping out of bed. "So who is it?" He asked, stifling a yawn.

"Spain. He said something about plans?" Prussia paled.

"Oh shit. I completely forgot."

"Forgot what?"

"Uh, well," he chuckled, backing away. "I might've drank a bit too much back at the party and might've told France and Spain that we could get together over here and party today and then I might've forgotten to tell you because I might've forgotten about it until now."

"Is is 'might've' or 'you did'." Germany says, glaring at him."Bruder, you know I hate unexpected guests. Not to mention I won't be here. I'm visiting with Italy today. And I think I'll have a hard time leaving someone in my house unsupervised. Especially you three. Together."

"Aw, c'mon West! We'll be nice and clean and well-behaved! We're grown men!"

"That says nothing about your mental states."

"Look, I can't just tell them nevermind! They already flew out here! I'm gonna go answer the phone!" He sped out of the room, charging for the phone.

"Spain!" He hissed, glancing behind him to be sure Germany was out of earshot. "Get your asses over here before West kicks us out!"

"Not a problem, amigo!" Spain chirped happily. "We're already here!"

"Huh?" He muttered just as the doorbell rung.

"You've got to be kidding me." Germany muttered as he pushed past Prussia, opening the door.

"Hola!" "Bonjour!" Two voices chimed out together, each equally as chipper as the other. Prussia grinned and shoved the stunned German aside to usher his friends inside.

"See West?" He said. "It's too late to send them home now! Might as well let us stay!"

"What part of 'I don't trust you' do you not understand?"

"Mon cher, I am one of the oldest countries in Europe, you can count on me to keep these two in line. It just takes a little loving, mon cher, I would be happy to show you what I mea-" He breaks off as Germany's fist connects with his stomach. "Please excuse me as I die." France whimpers, dropping to the ground clutching his stomach.

"We didn't even bring any alcohol!" Spain chimes in, smiling. "We're just here to discuss our relationship issues!"

"What relationship do you have?"

"I know." Spain muttered, looking utterly dejected. "Exactly."

"Chin up, mon cher!" France exclaimed, revitalized. "You shall get in that stubborn Italians pants if it is the last thing you do!"

"What do you think I've been trying to do for so many centuries!" Spain wailed. "It's impossible. No one has that kind of time."

"See why we need this?" Prussia said. "Go and see Italy. We'll be fine. trust your big bruder for once, West. I can handle these two." Germany stares at him for a long time before sighing.

"If there is any mess ounce of mess or dirt or beer out when I get back, I will personally see to it that none of you get into anyone's pants ever again." The three men nod fervently back at him as he pulls on his coat. "I'll be back tomorrow. And I'm serious."

"Has there ever been a time when you're not?" France muttered.

"Serious!" Germany growled, slamming the door behind him.

"I thought he'd never leave!" Prussia said. "How'd you guys get here so fast? And why didn't you just call my cell?"

"We did, mon ami. You would not pick up."

"Hey, I was asleep!" Spain nods agreedly.

"I can appreciate a good siesta."

"No, Espagne, he means he was still asleep. As in he did not get up until a few minutes ago."

"Ay man, how can you get anything done?"

"Not a country anymore, my friend! I have more free time than I know what to do with."

"Oh yeah. I still can't believe it. I mean, how are you, you know, here?"

"I like to think it's because I'm too awesome to leave this planet. No one would be able to worship my awesome awesomeness if the awesome me was not here for you to bask in my awesome presence."

"Too many awesomes."

"Says the non-awesome one."

"Whatever. Anyway, my problem." Spain says. "It's a big one."

"Ah yes. The Romano problem." France says knowingly, plopping onto the couch in the living room. "That boy does not know what he is missing."

"...I don't even know want to what you're talking about, so moving on." Spain replies. "So you know how I told you guys things were going good for once?"

"You told us that he wasn't cursing as much and actually thanking you every once in a while for cooking for him and that he only hits you about twice a day instead of four times."

"That's good! You know Romano!"

"Yup." Prussia says. "Much better than I'd like. I'd much rather get to know his younger brother. Oh Italy…" He mutters. "Why can't I be the one to tap you? West gets all the fun."

"Excuse me!" Spain interjects. "We're talking about me here!"

"Such ferocity!" France replies. "You're being assertive today."

"Because it's important! Anyway, things were going good and I was feeling really good about us as a thing, so at the Christmas party a few days ago, I danced with him and we, y'know, slow danced and it was really great and I think I might've drank a bit too much but so did he, so it wasn't entirely my fault and if you think about it, he's the one who seduced me, I mean he looked like such a cute little tomato and it's not like I was going to hurt him or anything I just-"

"Spain!" France interrupted. "You're rambling, mon ami. Get to the point."

"Well, we might've drank too much, both of us, and found a bedroom in Hungary's house and might've, um, maybe-"

"Mein gott!" Prussia practically yelled. "Don't tell me you fucked him!"

"Such vulgarity. Please," France said. "I called it making love for a reason. I'm sure it was as sweet and wonderful as my first time, oh mon cher, you must be so happy, I have so many tips as well, you must let me tell you all of-"

"We didn't okay?!" Spain moaned. "We came really really really close though. Romano seemed to realize what we were doing just before I, um, entered."

"Oh no…" France and Prussia muttered together.

"Exactly."

"Did he flay you within an inch of your life?"

"I wish he had!"

"Huh?" Prussia had to question this. As far as he was concerned, pain was not good.

"He just ran off and left. And the look he gave me right before he left killed me. He looked so betrayed and hurt and it was awful."

"Oh, mon cher…" France put his hand on Spain's shoulder as the brunette nation sighed heavily.

"I think I just wasted 300 years of liking him. There's no way he'll let me near him now, let alone love him. And I really really do. ...I don't know what to do."

To Be Continued...

A/N: Yup I had to wrap up this chapter, it was getting long. It'll be long enough to include a second day on it, so you guys can deal with that. Like I said, America and England aren't the only ones with problems from the party. And it's not just these couples too. I liked this chapter. This is a trio, the Bad Friends Trio rather than a pairing but come on, these guys are great. I enjoyed adding the humor in this chapter. I like to think I have a dry sense of humor as well as a good one, so I really do try to make my fics funny too. Super dramatic isn't my think, although drama is fun too.

The phrase was at the end of this chapter. Don't forget to request a pairing!

I hope everyone liked the chapter as much as I did! See you guys tomorrow!