"Bruder, I want you to make Russia feel at home for today. My boss and his boss are going to have a meeting together." West said as we had breakfast. I looked at him, frowning.

"Why?" It's not that I have a problem with Russia, I just don't like having to look after a grown man! The only exception to this or any rule is Germany. Germany is always going to be my responsibility to keep safe and happy.

"Because I will be training the Italians." Italy and Feliciano both paled.

"Leave us alone you sour kraut!" Italy shouted. I glared at him and he glared right back at me.

"My bruder isn't a sour kraut!"

"Si! He is! He's German isn't he?" I slammed my fist on the table, standing from my seat.

"Ja but that has nothing to do with-"

"SHUT UP!" I flinched at Germany, he'd scared me but I would never admit it! I sat right back in my chair. Romano and Feliciano had both screamed in terror when Germany shouted. Then Romano glared at Germany. Probably pissed that he'd got scared. Japan had been eerily calm even when Germany shouted. "Eat your breakfast." West was quiet after that. However he was obeyed, even by me.

"So West what are you going to teach them and what about Japan and I? Won't we be missing training?"

"Nein. This training is only for the Italians."

"Well that's boring! What about me?"

"You will make Russia feel at home until I get back!"

"And if I refuse?" He gave me a dark look. "Point taken!" I quickly replied. "Can I at least play with Russia?"

"Nothing aggressive. We want him on our side." I nodded.

"Then I guess I'll do it. But if he and I don't get along don't expect me to stick around!" I shouted at him as he left with the Italy brothers. Japan had gotten started cleaning the place. I stood and walked around the building to find something to do.

In the next hour, the door had rang so I had quickly gone to see who it was. It was Russia with his boss and Adolf. "The hell you guys want?" I asked. Germany's boss cleared his throat.

"Where is Germany?"

"He is with the Italians. I have been ordered to stay here and wait for you three."

"Then let us in!" Ordered Germany's boss. I rolled my eyes.

"You didn't say the magic word!" I taunted at him. He glared at me before quickly calming himself down.

"Let us in, please." I smirked.

"Well that word works too but you were supposed to say 'Austria's a loser'." I let them in, chuckling at my joke. Germany's boss is an Austrian. One reason I hate his boss. He's not German. I make sure every boss I have is Prussian… but then every boss I have is related to Fritz. Cause I'm just that awesome.

I noticed Germany's boss and Russia's boss had left, leaving me alone with Russia. I smiled. "Hey Russia!" I called. He looked over at me, smiling. It was creepy but I shrugged it off.

"Hello Prussia. Would you like to become one with Russia, da?"

"Nein! I want you to teach me Russian Roulette." He smiled. I went to my room and quickly grabbed two of my guns before going back to Russia. "I have these!" I said, tossing him one of them. He caught it perfectly.

"First we need vodka. You have vodka?" I nodded and went to the fridge before pulling out two huge bottles of vodka. I didn't buy them that way. I'd retrieved the bottles myself and had bought the vodka myself before pouring the vodka into the bottles myself. Yes, I had been planning on visiting Russia myself beforehand but he had come to me! I handed him one and he popped it open before chugging it down. "It is more fun this way." He stated. I popped mine open too before trying to chug the whole thing down. When I finished, the room was spinning. Russia went to the couch before opening the gun. I followed his lead.

I took out all bullets but one and then spun the revolver thing before pointing it to my head, like Russia was doing. When it stopped spinning, Russia smiled at me. "Is Prussia brave enough to pull the trigger?" I scoffed at him.

"I've been shot too many times to not be brave enough."

"Then pull trigger, da." We pulled both triggers on the count of three.

BANG! I fell over from the punch the gun gave but I wasn't bleeding. Neither was Russia. He had pulled the trigger and when he wasn't bleeding, he began to laugh. I followed suit as I heard a door slam open and the bosses came running in just to see us chuckling. They spotted the spilled vodka on the ground, Russia had knocked his over with his foot.

I didn't know what his boss was saying but clearly he wasn't pleased and clearly Russia wasn't listening because he was still laughing. Germany's boss wasn't yelling at me but he was studying me. I looked up from the couch.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

"What were you thinking? You could have been shot and then probably need a trip to the hospital." I couldn't help but cackle. I have never really had a problem with weapons. I've been shot many times by a cannon! The only difference between a gun and a cannon is that the ball is smaller.

I wasn't laughing long though because as soon as Germany came home and learned what happened, he started lecturing me why I shouldn't be shooting myself with a gun and how I should already know that a gun is not a toy. Show's what he knows, doesn't it? However, somehow, Germany still got me to start feeling guilty with his long lecture on responsibility.