Already at fourteen, wow… It seems like just last week I had initially posted this story. Well XD a lot has changed in a month obviously. I'll stop my needless blatherings now.

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Italy rolled over in Gilbert's bed. He hoped Germany wouldn't follow him, which he thankfully hadn't. Really, he still worried that the man was going to come through Prussia's front door at anytime now but… He just didn't want to go home. Home meant Romano yelling at him, his doctor poking and prodding him every five minutes… Home meant riots and an unstable government that would literally be the death of him. Home right now just meant problems. Why couldn't home mean a loving place anymore, like it used to? A place where you will be accepted no matter what and problems could be forgotten for awhile…

Ludwig. He sighed tiredly, his back was throbbing again. Ludwig is my home.

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"Dis'll schow de baschtart…" Prussia smirked to himself, he was standing at the Austro-Italian boarder. Deep down, somewhere in the reptilian part of his brain he knew this wasn't a good idea. That same part of his brain drove him mercilessly forward towards his goal. It felt good to have some sort of purpose. Even if it was going to make matters worse for some people. For others though! Others like say… Himself and Ludwig it would make things better. He stepped over the boarder and headed for Rome.

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"Mr. Williams?" Matthew rolled over in his hospital bed to regard the nurse as she spoke to him. He hadn't fallen asleep at all since initially waking up to all that noise around six. It was 7:30 or so by now. France hadn't returned yet, England had left to get himself something to eat and after America dropped off his ball of fuzz he had to leave again to meet with his boss. He hugged Kumajiro tightly to him as the bear quietly slept.

"Yes?" The nurse looked to the bear disbelievingly, who kept a bear as a pet?! And what was an animal doing in here anyway?! She let it slide as it was obvious the thing would've never gotten in if it hadn't been allowed.

"A man, he didn't stay long I'm afraid, asked for these to be delivered to you." Tiredly, Matthew looked to the vase in her hands. A dozen of yellow and orange-rimmed roses gleamed back at him and in the center was a thirteenth rose of red. An eyebrow curiously rose up his forehead.

"Who're they from?" The arrangement was beautiful, but he was confused as to who would send it as England, France and America had already expressed their worries and well-wishes.

"He didn't leave a name, but he did leave a card. Oh! And some cookies too." The nurse sat the vase down on the table next to the bed, along with a box of maple leaf-shaped cookies.

"Oh… Can I see the card?" She held out a plain, white, folded card. He read the simple black handwriting on the outside.

You're Awesome

His lips twitched as he knew who it was from that single line. He nearly didn't finish reading the rest of the card and considered throwing the flowers away… Considering who it was that was trying to apologize though, he read on. The inside of the card held a small paragraph in simple black ink and an idle doodle of Gilbird at the end…

Canada, what happened between us is something that I regret and I regret few things I have done. To express my thanks for not telling France, here are tokens of my appreciation. I bare you no further ill-will as you were being loyal to a person you promised to help. No matter what side of this you are on no one should be punished for following orders. I hope in the future you will choose to extend this gift of amnesty to me as well. ~Prussia

P.S. I swear I didn't eat any of the cookies.

It was rather arrogant of Prussia to assume that Canada was willing to forgive him at all let alone any time soon. But wasn't it typical of Prussia to be rather lovably arrogant? Canada sighed and decided that the card was sincere enough. Gilbert never apologized if he didn't mean it. Hell, the man close to never apologized even when he knew he should. This of course was the main reason he never apologized for any of his practical jokes. Really they were only jokes, things not to be taken seriously and therefore had need not be apologized for.

Matthew looked to the box of cookies and smiled, they were so cutely shaped. They probably were maple flavored too by the look of things. It took tons of willpower on Gilbert's part most likely not to eat them.

"I'm fine for now if you don't want to stay around miss." He smiled as best he could at her and she nodded.

"Let a nurse know if you need anything." She smiled and left.

"I will." using his index finger, he pried open the cookie box and pulled out a cookie. It was more like a sandwich cookie than a single entity of baked goodness. The cream in the middle of the two was maple as well. He bit into the soft sweetness and chewed slowly. Gilbert had the strange habit of knowing what made his day, this was something that did. Canada was almost happy the man hadn't changed at all and seemed to know what could cheer the man up… Why was he cheered up?! Gilbert had beaten the living Hell out of him! It hadn't even been two days! Then again, the man had already apologized and he hadn't waited into forever to do it so… Matthew sighed. Even if he was still unsure about seeing Gilbert again so soon he would have to remind himself to thank the man for the cookies. His eyes drifted up to the beautiful flowers. He would have to thank him for those too…

The door opened then. Very surprised by who it was, Matthew about choked on the cookie in his mouth.

"Lovino!" The Italian man refused to look at him, he couldn't, not after what he had done to him… The mere sight of him now was horrible, somehow he felt responsible. Canada meanwhile didn't seem to give a shit. A happy but painful grin was stretching across his face.

"Hi Canada." Lovino had a pot in his ahnds which he held close to him with a thick towel. "I brought this for you. The stupid American doctors tried to stop me, but whatever. Hospital food's nasty."

"What is it?" Matthew sat up straighter and tried to lean forward to get a better look. Tried being the operative word as his body was not allowing and he was without his glasses. Where were his glasses?

"Pasta. I think after what you went through… Well, maybe you deserved something better than hospital food." Lovino seemed so awkward to the Canadian that he couldn't help but let his smile widen.

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"Vhaddaya mean 'he's nod heir'?! For fuck's sake!" Prussia roared at the confused doctor who had just returned to the house at Romano's order.

"I-I'm sorry sir. Can I take a message?" He stuttered, fixing his glasses. It reminded Prussia of Canada for just a moment.

"Noh you cahn'd take a fuckin' message!" The albino grabbed the collar of the doctor's coat, pulling him towards him and off the ground. "I vas nefer heir. God it!" The man stuttered in response before a few seconds before managing an answer.

"Y-Yessir!" Gilbert released him, letting him drop to the floor. He ground his teeth and stalked off. That wasn't embarrassing at all! Fuck Romano and his business elsewhere, if Prussia was going to invade he by God had better be there!

Carefully, he wove his way through the crowds and rioting humans. They seemed to part around him though many did not even notice he was a nation. Occasionally, Gilbert liked this feeling, the feeling that he was superior to the creatures though he looked the same. They unwittingly submitted to him. Other times he felt as if he just didn't matter, he was sure Canada felt like this at times. The humans knew they had to submit, but none knew who he was.

He shoved a human away from him with his palm in a frustrated gesture. The man he shoved tripped into another and the two began rolling around on the ground, throwing punches, there were bloody noses within seconds.

Gilbert inhaled deeply, he loved the atmosphere and this chaos and longed for it. He needed an escape from the frustrations of the past days events, he wanted to feel powerful again. His fingers twitched as he grew the urge to join in the fun and make someone bleed. He wanted someone to die at his hands as so many did long ago.

"I somehow doubd dat you hat de sense of mint for such a schveed sentimend." The want receded as Ludwig's words reminded him. Gilbert was a nation controlled by his own mind, not by anyone else as he was in the old days. He could say no to all of this and be the bigger person… Just like he could've said no to beating on Canada. A brick flew and crashed into the back of his head, it crumbled into many pieces and fell to the ground as little more than dust. It had to have been thrown by a human seeing as how he wasn't passed out dead on the ground.

"Fuck! Who drew dat?!" He yelled looking behind him into the rioting that swirled back and forth around him like the ocean as the authorities tried to contain the furious humans. No one looked at him, no one cared who was or what he had been like long ago. They knew nothing of him, period. Damn these pansy emotions of mine… These people did not know him and he didn't know them… This was different from hurting Canada or hurting Feliciano, or France, or Spain, or Ludwig! It did not matter who fell at his feet! It did not matter who he fucked into a wall in an enraged frenzy or who he tore apart in a blood-thirsty rage! The chaotic feeling gripped him again as a grin spread across his face, this was Romano's half of the country still, Feliciano had little to worry about…

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"Really? He did that?" Canada chuckled painfully at a story Romano told him of when Veneziano and he were children.

"Yep, I did too. I don't know, that bastard Spain always thought it was so damn funny. People actually thought he was a girl too!" Lovino snorted and crossed his arms over his chest as Matthew took another bite of the exquisite pasta.

"You guys serious just wore dresses? I bet that was a sight to behold." Another painful chuckle and another bite of food. He was so glad that Lovino was comfortable enough with him to share these stories.

"Didn't I just say we did? God, pay more attention next time you dim-witted maple." There was something funny in his insult, at least Canada thought there was. He chuckled again, a little bit harder and thus a little bit more painful. "What's so funny?!"

"Nothing, nothing. Don't worry about it." He smiled adoringly at the man, hoping he wouldn't notice… Lovino was no stranger to these looks as he had received them from Spain for centuries… His eyes narrowed and he sat back in the chair next to Matthew's bed.

"Is there something wrong with you?" The blonde blinked at him and looked down at himself before looking back to Lovino. "Yeah, yeah I get that Prussia beat the living shit out of you. But what's with that face?"

"My face?" The blonde tipped his head to the side, unsure of what the Italian man meant. "Is something wrong with it?" Other than you can't see half of it because of these bandages…

"I guess not. You just gave me a weird look now…" Matthew mentally chastised himself for showing such open… More than friendly affection, why wouldn't Lovino know what that looked like when he had been with Spain since… Since… Damn, what about Spain? He still had the letter… He sighed and decided that maybe it was better he tell the truth as lying to one friend had resulted in a hospital bed.

"Uhm… Lovino?"

"You already have my attention, what?"

"Well… I would like to say something… Uhm, about Spain…" Lovino flinched in his seat before his face flushed in anger.

"Did he say something to you?! Did he threaten you or something? What did he say?!" Now Canada was the confused one… Why would Spain be calling him and threatening him about anything? Yes, he had shot Lovino and his arm had been skinned (a bit more than that but still…) but he was the one who had the most damage done to him.

"He hasn't said anything to me… Should he have by now?" Romano blushed and looked away from him.

"Uh-Uh, no, I guess not…. What was it you had to say then?"

"Uhm…" Matthew was quickly losing his nerve. "You see, about a week and a half ago, you know, when you came up with your plan of what to do… Well, I did find something…" Lovino's brow rose in interest.

"What was it? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I don't know in all honesty why I didn't say anything… It was a letter addressed to you from Spain… I guess I was afraid of you reacting badly to it…" Lovino's temper flared into life.

"React badly from a letter from him!? What the fuck Canada!?" That certainly did explain Spain's strange visit not too long ago.

"Shh, shh! One of the nurses might hear you."

"I don't fucking care if the nurses hear me! Why did you do that?!" Romano rose out of his chair and leaned in closer to the taller man in a threatening way.

"I don't know why I did it." Matthew refused to get riled up, if he did his aching body would only hurt more. "I think maybe… At the time I thought… I don't know what I thought…" He cradled his head in his hands for a minute as he waited for a wave of pain to pass. "I do know something though." Matthew reached down to his side and laid a hand on one of Lovino's. He could hear the Italian man breathe in and the hand tense beneath his own.

"And what is that?" Lovino said in his usual disrespectful tone of voice. His throat was tight though, as if he knew what was coming. Canada opened his mouth to speak but found that the words died on his lips. The words he wanted to actually say anyway…

"I am sorry about hiding the truth from you. Especially when it was Spain. When I get out of here, I'll give it to you. I know it doesn't make things any better, but it's a start." Romano scoffed and removed his hand from under Canada's, relieved that the man hadn't said what he thought he was going to.

"Hell yeah it doesn't make things any better you dim-wit. You still lied to me. And you stole something from my house!" It was hard for him to seem this angry. He really didn't feel that strongly about it since it didn't matter anymore. The damage had been and this letter was not going to undo it. Guilt gnawed at his stomach as this realization set in. Did it mean that he didn't love Spain as much as he thought he did? Or was it that he was just numb… Feliciano was dying again and eventually would drag Lovino down with him if someone didn't do something fast. He could talk to England and he could talk to America about this, but he really didn't want to, he was responsible for his brother, no one else. It popped into his mind just then, he had wanted to talk to Canada about his relationship problems… "I'm not sure how I feel about it really. It's irritating that you took the letter from that bastard… Did you read it?" Canada chuckled, his sore ribs chastised him a moment later. "What does that mean?"

"I know it was rather rude of me to take it… But it seemed that if I opened it that it would've been too rude. It's still unopened on my desk in my house in Ottawa."

"Ott… Otta… Where the Hell is that?" Canada stared at him for a moment and sighed, this should've been predicted.

"It's my capital."

"Oh…."

"I can give it back to you when all this is done…" He was pretty sure he had already said that, but it never hurt to restate a promise. Romano considered for a moment whether or not to read it. He had already lied to Spain about being with Canada. But, he still loved him and wanted to hear what the man had to say.

"You better." He mumbled in response. Canada smiled, his face hurt more because of all this smiling. Even when Romano was being rude he had this certain charm about him. What was with him and rude people? He chuckled to himself. His brother was nosey, Gilbert was as perverted as they came and Romano had trust issues which made him rude. Cuba hit him too because he frequently mistook him for Alfred… What was with his taste in friends? He himself was not very rude, well, on the inside he sort of was, but… Maybe he could just get along with everyone. He sighed with a smile on his face.

"What was that about?" Romano asked after Canada sighed.

"Just thinking about important people in my life. You guys are all so… Unique."

"What was that pause about?" Lovino feigned offense.

"Who ever said I was talking about you?"

"I assumed I was important." The smile on Canada's face widened and he had to resist the urge to try and hug the man.

"You are." He averted his eyes, squealing on the inside. "I love you, man." Romano didn't seem surprised or even the least bit frustrated at this. He seemed pensive and tapped his chin in thought.

"Yeah, I have to say you're my friend too." Lovino actually smiled at him. But Canada…

Friend?! Noooo! Romano had completely misinterpreted his confession! Now every time he said that he would think he was joking! Quickly, he worked to rectify this. "Well… To me you're more than that…" He attempted to hide his face in his shoulder as a blush built up in his cheeks, clutching the now squirming polar bear to his chest. This felt a bit more awkward than usual since he was naked beneath the thin layer of sheets. As soon as Alfred got back he was asking for clothes.

"More than what?"

"More than just my friend…" Matthew mumbled weakly into his shoulder and Kumajiro's fur. "I love you." Now was the reaction he was expecting. Lovino bit his lip and looked away, his face red.

What the fuck Matthew!? You weren't allowed to just throw that out there in idle conversation! How was he supposed to react to that?! He did care about Canada… He cared about him a lot, he was his confidant, they had become so close so fast. But he couldn't lie to make him happy. There was a shaky breath and he realized he didn't want to be mean and rude about this. Spain would always love him no matter what he said to him, he was tough. Canada was young and inexperienced in this area, he didn't want to make him miserable when he already was physically unwell.

"I like you too Matthew. You are my friend, like I said, but…" The door opened then, the two jumped and looked to the man standing in the doorway.

"Prussia!" Matthew yelped and nearly jumped out of the bed in trying to distance himself from the man.

"What the fuck are you doing here you sick, sadistic fuck?!" Lovino jumped from his chair and stood ready to assault the albino.

Gilbert merely looked to Matthew, his heart sank in his chest at the sight before him. His best friend cowering away from him, his hand he could still use clutching the Italian boy's. His body was black and blue wherever skin was exposed and that was only about forty percent of him. Seeing this… he couldn't muster any other feeling than guilt, not that he was going to let on to that.

"You bruise like a fuckin' banana Canada!"

"Hello to you too, asshole." Prussia grinned, it was false and Matthew could tell.

"Hey! I'm over here too! Now fucking answer me!" Gilbert, not amused, looked to Romano.

"I originally vas going to fint you in Italy unt bead de lifing shid oud of you. Bud consitering dat you're in a hospidal I mighd do to you vhat I dit to your liddle butty dere." The threat was as empty as his smile, Lovino couldn't tell but Matthew sure could. Something was eating Gilbert and Matthew knew what it was as narcissistic as it was.

"Prussia, please don't…" Mathtew wasn't looking at him, he was looking at Romano instead, squeezing his hand.

"Vhy schoult I listen to you? Isn'd it obfious I don'd gif a fuck?" Prussia motioned to his general state with a smirk.

"Because I believe that you have enough scruples to listen to a cripple." Prussia rolled his eyes and approached the two.

Unbidden, Canada inched even further away and tightened his grip on Romano's hand. In a comforting gesture, Romano placed his free hand on Canada's shoulder. Prussia raised an eyebrow.

"So, vhat, ahre de bod of you a couple of cock-suckers now or someding?" He couldn't resist a joke at Canada's strange behavior.

"No you retard." Lovino scoffed in an "as if" sort of way. Matthew just looked away from Gilbert and slumped slightly. Immediately the albino felt like saying something like "Dat's expecdet" or "I don'd gif a shid" he couldn't make himself do it though. Plus he thought Matthew a total idiot for wanting anything to do with the bastard.

The blonde boy sighed, he'd had enough of Prussia's empty taunts and expressions. He knew his friend was unhappy, even if Lovino couldn't tell.

"Why are you here Prussia?"

"Vell vhy de fuck else voult I be gracing dis hospidal vid my glorious presence?" Gilbert quirked his eyebrows at Canada, hopefully earning a smile.

The smile Prussia had hoped for didn't come, he just received a sarcastic look.

"Prussia-"

"Call me-"

"Prussia. We were in the middle of an important conversation when you walked in." Gilbert nearly yelled he didn't care but that would do him no good in the end… Canada smiled then, his sweet, trusting, affectionate smile that told Gilbert everything he needed to know about the state of affairs between them. Even after Prussia had beaten him to within an inch from life. "Could you wait uhm, in the hall or somewhere… Not there?" Prussia looked between the two and a grin pulled his face into one of suggestive humor.

"Vell, I am hungry unt I neet to see if dat American bastart sells anyding decend heir." Just like that he turned to leave, winking over his shoulder and making Matthew blush.

"Hey! Wait! You can't just leave!" Romano yelled, his face reddening at the thought of talking to the Candian alone.

"Hah, vatch me." Prussia strolled out the door, closing it firmly behind him. Lovino fidgeted then and looked down at Matthew. Those beautiful purple orbs bored into him immediate. He wished Prussia had never left…

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"Fuck." Gilbert groaned to himself. "Fuck, fuck, damn, shid, son of a bitch, bastart, asshole!" Everyone in the hallway at that moment stopped to look at him as if he were insane. A few people whispered to one another, questioning if he had escaped from the psych ward. He growled as he passed all these people, not comfortable with all the staring. "Noh, I'm nod insane, noh I don'd hev Tourette's unt yes! I am royally pisst ovf!" he shoved his way through a group of nurses and a doctor. Many of them felt like they should do something… This angry man didn't feel right to them though, they had utterly no idea who he was but they knew he was someone no human could ever mess with.

Canada and Romano?! No! He wouldn't allow it!" It was blasphemy! It was wrong in every way he could think of! So why didn't he say that? Why did he just leave like that? He stopped and thought about turning around and storming back into that room. He had to stop them from happening like he knew they would! Who could resist Canada?! But he realized something… He gave up rights to complain for Canada's wellbeing the moment he rose his hand in anger against him. More than anything he wanted to tear Romano apart, Canada was too good for him but the boy seemed to care more than just a great deal about him. Even without his own or Germany's interference the Italian's days among the living were numbered, he was unified with his brother and Veneziano was going to drag him down with him. Maybe if he could get them to separate again he could kill Romano and then Italy could take the territory over as his own again when all this blew over… No harm done in the long run… But Canada… Matthew was infatuated with the death row asshole… Prussia… Gilbert cared too much for the boy to do that.

Fuck these pansy-ass emotions. He should've stayed in Italy and helped the rioting people. "Fuck my conscious, fuck Romano, fuck all of this." Matthew… He stopped at the door of the hospital… When had he started running? When had he gone down two flights of stairs?

A deep sigh escaped him. Running wasn't awesome, leaving this hospital now was the same thing as running away. He was Prussia and therefore he was awesome! And people who were awesome did not run away! It escaped him just exactly what he would be running away from if he left but that didn't matter. Everything had become so screwed up in just a matter of months, most of it over the course of a single week and something had to be set right now. Somehow he felt that staying meant that they, a collective whole of all the involved parties, would be taking a step in the right direction.

A terrible noise escaped his gut just then. Hospital food it was!

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"Moshi-moshi?"

"Schpeak Englisch!" Japan was silent, this voice was not familiar but it did hold a familiar German accent.

"Doitsu-san? Is something wrong with your voice?"

"Doits… Noh you idiot, dis is Prussia."

"Puroisen-san… How have you been?"

"Hmmm… Call me 'sama'." Japan could hear a smirk in the voice. The man had a bigger ego than America and like whenever he dealt with America he would just agree to get through the stupid stuff. "Hallo! Ahre you schtill dere? Ore-sama wants to know!" Japan sat silently, he was pretty sure Ore-sama was the only Japanese the man knew…

"Hai, I'm stirr here. May I ask why it is you have carred?"

"I hev 'carred'? Vhat de fuck does dat mean?"

"Puroisen-sama, why have you called." Japan so rarely got irritated anymore and Prussia had so easily done just that. It must've been a special talent of his.

"I am calling aboud Westen… Er, Germany."

"What is it?"

"He's being an idiot. He doesn'd seem to vand to lisden to me soh, coult you do the whole vorlt a fafor unt talk to him?" Japan was a calm and logical individual, very little beyond his awesome self could make him angry. Most likely Ludwig wouldn't get angry at him in a hurry either, getting angry at Gilbert was one thing and Kiku was another.

"What is your definition of 'being an idiot'?"

"Italy is dying unt he's doing noding aboud it."

"He and Italia-kun divorced though… Isn't it common for newry divorced people to not exactry like each other?"

"Japan, dis is Germany unt Italy ve ahre talking aboud here. Don'd tell me you nefer notict anyding between dem." The Asian man would be lying if he said that he hadn't…

"Yes I have. But it's their choice to-"

"Do you vand Italy to die?!"

"No. But Doitsu-san needs to decide for himserf whether or not to help him. If he doesn't want to I am sure Igirisu-san and Amerika-san wirr help… In fact, they should be now since they are a unified nation again."

"Ugh! You're nod gedding vhat I'm trying to schay!"

"Then be crearer."

"Okay… How do I schay dis… Dey schoult be fucking!"

"Ne! Ne-ne-ne-ene! Nani?! Don't say such things!"

"Prute. Look, eider vay you vand to schay it 'fucking', 'Geschechtssverkehr haben', 'making lof' dey schoult doing it!"

"S-so, you want me to get them to have…. Have… Sex?"

"Vell, nod in soh many vorts. Aht leasd make my bruder realize he's being schtupit okay?" Prussia felt inclined to further explain his reasons but simply said "It vill do bod of dem goot in de long run."

"Why are you asking me to do this?"

"Because you ahre his freund, he vill lisden to you." Japan remained silent on the other end of the phone, Prussia waited with baited breath.

"I wirr."

"Halv of Europe is counding on you."

"Sayonara Puroisen-sama."

"Ugh, Tschüss Japan." Kiku fidgeted for a moment and stood up, he had to figure out what to say to Germany to convince him to be a bit… From the way Prussia made it sound, nicer to Italy.

What am I supposed to saaaaay? It was perhaps the most daunting question he had ever faced.

Japan still had this same problem of how to phrase anything as he stood at Germany's snowy doorstep. He slowly knocked and jumped back when the door flew open and the angry blonde yelled "VHAT?!" down at him.

"Doitsu-san… Ogenki desu ka?" Realizing the grave mistake he had just made, Germany pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed.

"Sorry, I'm fine. I'fe been gedding some rader… Unvandet fisidors today." Even though the only time they came was earlier that day, the sun was down now and Germany wasn't going to deny the well bundled-up man entrance to his home. He stepped aside and let Japan walk in. As Japan took his shoes off along with his scarves and coat Germany shut the door. "Vhat brings you hier? Schoultn'd you be home preparing for Christmas?"

"Oh, I uh… I came here to talk to you about something…" Kiku could feel the air electrify and the atmosphere grow tense as Ludwig turned his head back in that strange cuckoo clock-like manner. There was bridled rage within those steel-blue eyes.

"Aboud vhat?"

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Notes:

Moshi-moshi--Hello?

Puroisen-san/sama--Prussia

Ore-sama--I(very high honorific) Prussia's favorite way of referring to himself and is often translated in a sentence as "the awesome me"

Igirisu-san--England

Amerika-san--America

Nani--What?!

Geschechtssverkehr haben--To have sex (THIS IS EXTREMELY FORMAL! Mostly for people like Luddi who are uncomfortable with talking about stuff like that XD)

Sayonara--Goodbye

Ogenki desu ka--How are you?

Ne-ne~! It's midnight and I'm exhausted, another chapter up and things are finally starting to get better. The worst is behind our beloved characters now! Or is it?! Oooo… But seriously, I'm tired and will be going to bed now. G'night yall!