The rest of the movie went smoothly. After the ending, though, everyone was on the verge of or was already shedding a few tears. As an old, worn out country, he sympathized with Valjean strongly. The man was strong as an ox but over time, as he aged, he became weak and then died. It was much like Prussia's own life- except he hadn't died when he was supposed to. He lived on. Sadly, Gilbert wasn't sure if his undeath was necessary. He tried not to connect too much with those thoughts and feelings brought forth by the movie for fear of crumbling, unable to control his sadness.

"So what-'Hungary tried to ask between sniffles, "movie should we watch next?" A chorus of moans was the immediate response, Gilbert himself said nothing but let out a muted groan. After a few seconds of a much needed silence, Italy proposed a plan of action. Through puffy eyes they watched him.

"How about we find some funny movie? Perhaps we can find something funny to watch to rid ourselves of this distraught tension?" Prussia felt Little Lili nod her head against his chest, agreeing to Feliciano's idea. Beside him Hungary nodded as did France and Colby. Unanimous agreement.

"Ve, so signore Prussia, " the italian aimed at him, "do you own any comedies?" Oh ja, I'd have to find those, huh? He was downcast that he was the one who had to retrieve some but no one else knew where they were exactly located.

"Ja, what kinds would you all prefer? A RomCom, stand-up comedian stuff, or just any funny movie?" The man lifted himself off of the couch leaving Liech. He gave a tremendous moan as he stretched his back from sitting for so long, he also stretched his arms. He was sure sometime during the movie his arm had fallen asleep.

"Just get something that'll make us piss our pants from laughter." France called after him as he exited the living room and strut down into his bedroom to change his shirts. They were still wet and they were annoying him. Not wanting to have the others questioning why he hadn't found a movie yet he put on the new top as swiftly as he could without getting his arms stuck in it. Before he began to return to them, he checked himself out in the mirror on his dresser, out of the corner of it was Francis leaning on the door frame. A sudden wave of wariness swept over him as he turned to look at his friend.

"I didn't hear you come down." France gave him stern frown as he tried to weasel his way out of his room. He nearly did but his old pal moved to block his path, he couldn't help but feel a tinge bit angry.

"What do you want to accomplish tonight? Hmm?" What is he talking about?

"Listen, I don't want to have to remind you but I have no intention of taking Little Lili's vital regions, okay?" He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "If anything, I'd rather hold a monopoly on Elizá. You should know that. And who do you think I am, some sort of pedophile perhaps? Because I think that's rich coming from you." His friend scowled.

"I may be a lover of fine wine but that doesn't mean I'm into grape juice, mon ami." He sighed. "I'm a francophone not a francophile." France was one of his best friends, Gil couldn't keep a straight face because of his friends words. Francis playfully tapped him on the shoulder with his fist. "Come on, we have some guests to entertain." They ascended the stairs. The girls and Italy welcomed them back. They hadn't waited for their return, poor Italy was having a wonderful makeover that was transforming him before their very eyes. The makeover had begun not long after they left. As Italy gazed over to them he smiled, Guilbert felt a knot form in his stomach that quickly dissipated. Poor guy. He didn't hesitate though to sit down and become the same as him.

"We were just passing the time. Did you find a movie?" Colby inquired. Eh, I didn't really try to look, oops. The frenchman at his side put up his hands in defeat as he retook his seat.

"Non, we did not find one, désolé, mademoiselle." Hungary pouted a tad but quickly rebounded. Clapping her hands together she replied chipperly.

"Alright, well we can just continue with giving makeovers. RIght, Gil?" He nodded silently. "Colby, you continue doing Ita- Feliciano. Lili you can start with Francis." She then shifted to face Prussia and pointed at herself. "I will do Gilbert," a certain amount of anticipation flit across her face. "Okay?" For some reason he didn't pick up on any malice hidden in her tone and gentle expression. She clapped her hands together once to signify that they should begin. As she scooted into position he released his breath that he was unaware that he was holding. Gilberts eyes focused on France for a second as the frenchman found the remote for the sound system and found a station to listen to. They knew nothing of much quality would play on the modern, newage stations so they only ever listened to playlists of songs from the early to mid 20th century. Slowly, a song with a mellow but cheery melody began to play. The name of the song slipped his mind. Ah, it's a good one. "Gil, face me so I can start." When he turned his attention back to her, she playfully tousled his hair which surprised him for a mere moment before a smile spread across his face. She let out a giggle and he chuckled a bit as well.

"Hey!" He laughed.

"Shh, shh. Now stay still," she tried to stop giggling, "I need to pin up your bangs so I can start."

"Okay, okay. I'll stop." It was silent between the two of them beside the idle chatter of the other four. He studied her face as she eyed his after pinning back his hair. Their mindsets were the complete opposite. She gazed at him like a sculptor wonder what masterpiece he could craft from a big block of marble. But he eyed her as if she was the centerpiece that completed the aura for an art gallery. The way her flowing brown hair cascaded and pooled in all the right places, the way her light green eyes flit as she studied him made Prussia catch his breath.

"So you've been hanging out with Little Lili." he stated, beginning to select the make up she needed from her large bag. Damn she has a lot.

"Ja, so?"

"Just wondering." It was quiet between them once again. Something was bugging him and he felt like groaning into a pillow but he simply whispered it so that only she could hear it.

"I've been meaning to ask- why all the make up? I mean," you don't need it. His words caught in his throat. Say something, anything. "Women like you don't look good with a lot of makeup, it makes you look unnatural and sickly." That's not what I meant to say, scheisse. He immediately shut his eyes and let out a breathy sigh.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She verbally spat at him. That was absolutely terrible verbal diarrhea. He could see she was offended by the crinkle between her perfectly waxed brows and the tense way she began to sit, unmoving.

"I did not word that right, for that I apologize wholeheartedly. What I meant to say was that you're naturally a stunning beauty so wearing a lot of makeup put a damper on your appearance." Not even a second after the words left his mouth had she cracked a smile and opened up a container of powder foundation and practically slapped him in the face with the makeup brush. He sputtered in a daze as her brush perused his face.

"You were never really a connoisseur of words but you've always been a master of getting out of hot water. You never change." She exhaled her words as if the very action deflated her. He squinted at her as she deftly covered his face with the light powder.

"Your flower." It wasn't the same one he was used to seeing her have. Out of habit she stopped what she was doing to mess with it a bit.

"Oh, it's the one I'll be using until I can order more of my usual." She stated matter of factly.

"It's a cornflower, right?" He spoke warily so as to not show much of his true emotions. In his head his thoughts were elated but at the same time they were hurt that that was the only reason she gave. Had she chosen it specifically? Did she remember its importance to him?

"Yeah, I picked it up this morning after I left. It's stunning hue of blue caught my eye."

Really? That used to be my national flower. Kornblume. It's been so long." She let out a sigh as she decided whether or not to use liquid or pencil eyeliner.

"Yeah.." So... uh.

"The only reason why I pointed it out was because it complimented you so well. What you're currently wearing anyway." Her only reaction was a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Don't move." He saw her hands come up to his face near his eyes with a pointed object. Out of reflex he jerked his head back and turn it to the side. "Hey, stay still. I'm not going to hurt you." His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Trust me, I've done this a thousand times before." Oh gott, please don't poke my eyes out. He thought as he slowly turned his head back to face her. With mock astonishment she let her jaw hang down. "Oh my, do I have a complacent Prussia in front me of? I must be dreaming." Playfully he pinched her cheek. She swatted his hand away slightly and rubbed her cheek.

"Snap out of your imagination because the real thing won't be staying like this for very long." Almost immediately she grabbed him by the sides of his face to steady him. "Elizá-"

"Shh, don't move." France chortled, drawing Gilberts attention. Lili had accidentally smeared bright pink lip gloss down his cheek. It was a cute fiasco to watch. "Look up at the ceiling and don't blink." He did as he was told. Soon cool, wet liquid eyeliner began to adorn his bottom eyelids. His eyes began to water. "Okay, you can blink." The urge to rub his eyes was strong, he could feel the whites of his eyes begin to redden. He squeezed his eyes shut tight in short increments.

"How do you girls do it?" His tone was the same as when he is woken up- a low, breathy, whiney voice.

"Ehh, I don't know but it's quite the hassle."

"Then why do you do it?" He asked as he leaned back onto the couch and relaxed a bit, staring blankly at the ceiling. Elizávétá tapped his leg.

"Who knows, blame society perhaps. Come on, let me continue." By that time he was already lost in his own mind. It shouldn't be like that. If I had any say in it I'd change it. Tear down the whole gottverdammt infrastructure if I have to.

"That's not right. Y'know if I had any say in it, I'd try to form a perfect society where that wouldn't happen."

"I think everyone would if they could."

"If I was still a full fledged nation I would put all my energy into creating a perfect world." When she didn't respond immediately he continued. "Even if it killed me." Her previously stoic expression deflated as she let her shoulders droop pathetically and let her face contort in grief, but not so severe as to draw attention from the others. Seeing her expression shut him up for the meantime.

'Moron Notes::

Hey guys! It's me again, I hope you guys are still loving my story :) Pruhun will be prevalent in the next few chapters but it'll be a very mild dashing of it. (Pretty unsatisfying for me at least...) But once again, thank you for your continued time and hands on efforts to help me out. As per usual, leave any comments or advice in a review!