Changement

Part 14

Who would have guessed that a simple change of clothes could do so much? Canada had just gone from having the presence of a piece of furniture (literally, Russia had sat on him once) to suddenly being the most popular guy around. He was getting asked to go out for a few drinks after the meeting...let's go clubbing, come over to my house, what about dinner?

Which would have been wonderful. If it weren't for the fact that the one person that he wanted to notice him hadn't said a word to him since he'd stepped into the room.

"So, what do you say?"

And Canada had apparently missed something. He glanced up from where he'd been staring across the table at Prussia to meet the eyes of Denmark, who was hovering over his shoulder.

"Ah, sorry. What did you say?"

Denmark grinned, not looking at all offended that Canada hadn't been paying attention to him. "I asked if you wanted to go out drinking with us tonight. It'll be pretty amazing, if I do say so myself."

"We?"

"Yeah, Prussia, England, and I have little get-togethers occasionally."

And Canada's heart skipped a beat. Prussia? Drinking with Prussia... He felt like that sort of thing was likely to end up badly, but...

"Sure, that sounds fun."

~.~.~

This was not good. This was definitely not good. It was a disaster! His little brother was being molested by not only Prussia, but also Denmark and various other nations!

The hero would not stand for this! If he didn't do something now, one of those jerks was going to steal his brother's innocence!

"America, are you all right?"

Besides, his brother kept sabotaging his plans! First he'd walked in on him and Iggy and effectively killed the mood; then their date had been ruined because Prussia was trying to get advice on how to effectively woo his little brother...

"Alfred?"

Yes, there was nothing else to do. He, as the hero, would have to do everything in his power to protect his baby brother's innocence.

And suddenly America was interrupted from his thoughts by a hand smacking against the back of his head.

He yelped in protest and raised his arms to protect himself from any other sneak attacks. "What the hell?"

"Pay attention when people are talking to you, you bloody git." England was scowling at him, arms crossed over his chest, eyes flashing in irritation. He looked really hot...

He would probably not appreciate that sort of thought process. "What is it?"

"I was going to tell you to stop glaring at Prussia like you're considering where to hide his body. You aren't still angry about what we overheard?"

"He's going to try to seize Mattie's vital regions! Of course I'm still angry!" He had almost forgotten to keep his voice down, but thankfully remembered at the last moment. He definitely didn't want Prussia to hear him bad mouthing him. Actually, what he really didn't want was Germany hearing him—even if he was possibly dead at the moment. He doubted that Germany would be any happier about hearing America insulting his brother than America was about having Prussia going after Canada.

"Al, Prussia isn't all bad. Sure he's egotistical and obnoxious and annoying and cocky and idiotic sometimes and slightly psychotic and overly-attached to that bird of his and likes to cause trouble and can't stay quiet for more than five seconds and is always insulting my cooking and likes to go around yelling about his 'five metres' and how he's going to invade everyone's vital regions and he doesn't know when to quit when he's ahead and..." He trailed off, realizing that he could literally go on forever about Prussia's faults. "But I do think that he actually cares for Mattie. I mean, just seeing the way that he acts around him..."

America had only had to hear the first few words to decide that there was no way that his sweet, innocent little brother was ever dating Prussia. Particularly when you considered the fact that he was still way too close to England for America's liking.

Unfortunately, he was stopped from announcing this by another overly loud, egotistical presence.

"Hey, Artie! Long time no see."

"It's only been fifteen minutes, Denmark. We were talking right before the meeting."

Denmark paused. Oh yeah... Oh well. "Well, anyway, Artie. I just invited that cute little ex-colony of yours to hang out with us tomorrow night. Hope ya don't mind."

"Of course not."

America was confused. What were they talking about? "What's going on tomorrow night?"

"I didn't tell you? Prussia, Denmark, and I always go out once a month for a night on the town. I'd almost forgotten that we'd agreed on tomorrow..." Hmm, that meant that he'd have to start looking in the back of his closet for suitable clothing...

The only words that America had needed to hear in those sentences were 'go out' and 'Prussia'. "What? Since when? How come I never knew about it?"

"Why would you need to know about it? We've been doing it for years..."

Denmark cackled, patting England on the back, hard enough that it almost sent him face first into the table. "You should see Artie here when he's got a few beers in him. Remember that time when you jumped up on the bar and started singing Britney Spears? Complete with dance moves? Fuck, I don't think I've ever been thrown out of anywhere so hard."

England had attempted to suppress that memory and did not appreciate being reminded of it.

"So, we'll have to show Canada the more awesome side of our impeccable English gentleman tomorrow night." And then he left, moving back over to the Nordic side of the table to annoy Norway.

Now America was really contemplating where to hide Prussia's body. "Iggy~" he whined. "But I wanted to go out tomorrow night with you..."

England blinked in confusion. "Since when?"

Since two seconds ago. "I was going to ask you after the meeting."

"America, that's sweet, but I can't just ditch them. We can go out the next night, all right?"

America pouted. This was so not fair. Stupid Prussia... "But, Iggy~"

England shook his head and then stood up, heading over to where Canada was standing. He should find out where Canada had gotten that outfit. He was having rather pleasant memories brought to the surface by it... Maybe he could find something a little different to add to his wardrobe...

So not fair! America flashed the Prussian another glare. This was going to require desperate measures. Desperate, but still heroic measures...

A/N: Fail Bros Trio FTW, yes?

I almost feel bad for America. As an older sister, I know how he feels. Damn it, people need to learn to stay away from my little siblings!! *pulls out Switzerland's rifle*

And Iggy singing and dancing to Britney Spears? Heck yes!!! (Haha, the reason I threw that in was cuz Britney Spears suddenly came on in my playlist when I was writing that scene...Shuffle, I love you. You terrify my friends with your random switches...since I listen to every genre of music that you could probably think of)