Germany was enjoying a fine day walking down the street. Suddenly he spotted a bunch of men in uniform working by the side of the road. Upon further inspection he noticed them to be inmates who were doing community service. Germany tried his best to avoid their gaze by taking out his phone and pretending to be on it.

He passed by them and pretended to be intensely looking at an email from someone. Suddenly he felt something fall by his feet. It was a shovel.

"Hey Blondie! Can you pick that up and give it to me please!?" yelled a redheaded inmate. "This idiot here threw it" Said idiot walked over and tried punching him.

"You just gonna fucking rat me out like that bro?" yelled the angry black haired inmate.

"Whoa, chill out" said another bald inmate said as he tried to break up the fight.

Suddenly a whistle blew and the guards ran over with nightsticks and tasers.

"Aight, that's enough out of y'all. Works over for da day 'nyways. Get yo lazy asses back on da bus. Now!" Somehow Germany got swept up in the moving mass of inmates.

"Wait! I need to get out of here! I don't belong here please!" Germany desperately pleaded.

"Yeah, me too buddy" snickered a random inmate. Somehow nobody seemed to notice that Germany didn't belong with the uniformed inmates. He got shoved into a seat by a guard.

"Please sir! Let me out of here! I'm not a criminal" The guard didn't even at an eye, as he was used to this behavior. He did however notice Germany's clothing to be different. He figured it must be one of the jail's reward programs, be good and they might you wear your street clothes somewhere or you can get a supervised night out.

As the bus pulled into the local jail Germany was escorted off the bus and into the prison. The prisoners were lined up for inspection. A guard scrutinizingly walked up and down.

"Where's your uniform?"

"I don't have one. I don't belong here. It's a mistake. I somehow got swept onto the bus and came here. Please, here me out"

The guard nodded. "Looks like we got a j-17 Tate" He pulled Germany by the collar and shoved him over to who Germany assumed was Tate. He figured he better follow Tate. He ended up in room surrounded with loaded shelves of various supplies.

"Strip"

Germany's mouth fell open.

"You heard me, strip" Germany's started to take his clothes off. He stopped at his boxers. The guard nodded that he could keep those and handed Germany a uniform to put on. He did. Tate took Germany's clothes and led him to a dayroom and locked the door behind him.

Tate turned is radio on. "Prisoner is wearing his uniform again. Clear"

Germany was lost as to what he was to do. He figured he should go sit down in a corner and think of a way to rationally explain the situation. He put his buried his face into his hands. Suddenly he was tapped on the shoulder. He looked up and noticed the redheaded, raven, and bald inmates.

The redhead spoke up. "Look man, we know you don't belong here and we know how to fix this. Let us help you" Germany looked up with hopeful eyes. "But first we need a favor"

The raven spoke up. "It's Tom's birthday and we want to get him a cake. Unfortunately those assholes won't let him have one since he got in a little trouble last week. So we gotta figure out a way to do it" They sat down and talked out a plan.

"You got it?"

Germany nodded.

"This better work. I want my fucking cake"

Everybody was escorted to the gym next. The trio plus Germany walked over to the weights. Germany and Tom were to casually be working out until Spike, the redhead, gave the signal. Then he and Rock, the raven, would run away and get the cake from the nearby cafeteria and stash it while Germany and Tom created a scene. Germany's jail name was still Blondie.

"So, what are you in for?" Germany casually asked Tom.

"I killed my family when I didn't get a cake for my birthday" Germany paled. Tom burst out laughing. "Blondie, you looked like you were going to piss yourself there. Kidding, I held a store hostage for 15 hours. I'm getting out soon though"

"What about your eh, friends?"

"Spike and Rock are partners and got caught dealing" Germany nodded. They continued working out until Spike gave the signal by patting his head and poking Rock in the sides. Suddenly Germany and Tom pretended they tripped over each other and knocked over the rack of weights. The clanking of heavy metal filled the air. Immediately the guards ran over. Germany and Tom faked being hit by the weights and rolled on the ground in pain. Meanwhile the dealing duo snuck out.

After a while the guards restored order and Germany and Tom turned out to be alright. After they noticed the duo sneak back in they slowly stood up and said their injuries weren't that bad. Everybody got escorted into the cafeteria for dinner.

Germany sat at the table and glanced at his tray. He got a small bowl of vegetable soup. He also got a plate of potatoes, fried chicken and a salad. For dessert he had chocolate pudding and a coffee to drink. He had to admit prison food wasn't terrible.

During dinner they discussed how Tom's birthday celebration would go down.

After dinner they had some free time and they all headed to the trio's room. Spike and Rock pulled out the cake and sung happy birthday. Germany joined them. Tom watched with tear filled eyes and blew out the match that was stuck in the center.

"Happy birthday, Tommy boy"

"Yeah, don't die tonight old man" Rock teased.

They cut the cake and enjoyed it. Suddenly Rock pulled out a bottle of soda. "I also managed to smuggle this in"

"Oh, Rock!"

"Hey, I didn't rule the streets for nothing" Rock passed the bottle around as they all took a sip. Reluctantly Germany also took a sip. Even if they had who knows what it's not like he could be affected by it. Soon Tom started to sing folk songs baldy and loudly. Germany started to giggle. The duo joined in, and Germany felt the urge to do it to. He figured this wasn't regular soda he just had.

The trio decided Germany needed to be inducted as an inmate and get some sweet tats before he left.

"Don't worry Blondie, we're doing it in marker"

It turns out Tom's quite the artist and Germany's back got a giant skull with dragons and flames coming out of it. He also drew him a sleeve and some cool tribal tattoos on his chest. Finally he let Germany up and to look in the mirror.

"Wow, these are really nice. You should be a tattoo artist or something"

"Yeah, I used to be. Even had my own little body shop and all. Now some hipster named Nolan runs it last what I heard"

Suddenly Germany looked at the time. It was nearly 6. "Hey, are you guys going to help me? I had fun and all but I really need to get back"

Spike nodded. "Chill Blondie, we keep our promises" They all left the room and started to walk down to the office. Before they could knock the door suddenly swung open.

"Ah, Mr. Beilschmidt. There you are. Sorry about the mix up. I took a look at your wallet and figured out who you are. Very sorry sir"

"It's alright. So can I go now?"

"Yes, I've already called your brother so don't worry about it. Please just take a seat over in the waiting area"

"My, brother" Germany said slowly.

"Yes, he will be here shortly. Oh, and here are your clothes back" He walked back in into his office.

"My, brother" Germany started to shake a bit.

"Whoa, Blondie man, you ok?" This was too much for Germany. Being mistaken for a prisoner he could take, it was an honest mistake. Spending the day here also wasn't so bad, the inmates are actually pretty nice and friendly and look out or each other. The guards eventually figured out their error. But calling Prussia was crossing the line. Germany couldn't take this. Prussia would never let him live this down.

Germany laughed oddly. "No, I'm not ok. My brother's going to pick me up"

"You hate him or something?" asked Tom.

"No, not at all. It's just he'll never let me live this down. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly all that cool. My brothers the opposite of that. He's loud, carefree, always teasing me. I just know he'll laugh about this every day for the rest of my life. Not to mention tell everybody we know"

The trio thought for a moment and huddled together. After a quick discussion they ungrouped. "It's all good Blondie, we gotchu. Now listen up"

Prussia strolled into the prison and flipped off his sunglasses. He grinned widely when he spotted Germany.

"Oi, West. There you are my little troublemaker"

Germany silently glared at Prussia.

"Come on, let's go. I got the car waiting" Germany got up and followed Prussia out. As soon as they were out of the building Prussia started to laugh uncontrollably.

"Oh my god West. I can't tell you how hilarious this is" He walked over to the car. As he tried to take his keys out he instead burst out laughing and banged on the hood of the car.

"That's it, I'm taking a video of you right now in your little outfit and sending it to everyone" Prussia stopped laughing long enough to take his phone out with a shaky hand. However he burst out laughing again and dropped it. "Stay there West, I just gotta pick my phone up" He started laughing again as he started to take a short video.

"And here we have West, right after being released from prison" Prussia narrated. "Notice the wild look in his eyes and the thirst for crime"

Germany walked over and grabbed the phone, then Prussia's waist.

"And here we have Prussia, who goes weak at the knees at my presence" Germany kicked his heel into a certain point in Prussia's foot. Suddenly Prussia felt his legs give out and found himself falling down. However Germany caught him. "Just a little something I learned in there. They do say prison makes you changed person" he whispered into Prussia's ear. Then he moved his hands to Prussia's stomach and fingered around his navel for another sweet spot. "Notice how scared he is" Suddenly a soft hissing sound was heard coming from Prussia. Prussia looked down at his crotch, then up at Germany. Leave it to inmates to teach him about some useful pressure points.

Prussia stood there bright red and frozen in soaking wet pants.

"West, what're you doing?"

"Tell you what Prussia. You delete that video and never mention this to anybody and I'll do the same"

Prussia nodded his head really fast. "Agreed. And West. If um, you're not using those pants can I, um borrow them?"

I just had to make Germany seem all tough till the end. I mean he went to jail. Prussia, I love you to pieces but I had to make Germany the cool one here. Sorry

And I'm not sure how accurate the pressure points actually are. I just saw this in movies and somewhat confirmed it with the internet