On a nice day like any other. The great Prussia laid about bored. Unlike his brother, Germany, he had no work to do despite being ultra talented as usual.

"Aaaaaah~" Prussia let out a loud sigh. "It's boring...It's super boring and I super wanna be praised by someone..."

When Old Fritz was around he would always praise how Prussia could do anything well, but lately all kinds of things he did by himself didn't seem to go well.

Prussia once tried his hand at manga, but then he sneezed and was fed up with it.

Now he only reads them.

"That's right! The awesome me used to be a genius at cleaning (among other things)! I'll tidy up someone's house and be showered in gratitude! I'll make the world clean with my broom!"

And with such simplicity began Prussia's voyage of cleaning that is mentioned in the title.

"Heey! West!" Prussia called out to Germany as he was on his way out. "I'll clean up while you're gone!"

"Ah, I'm already done with the cleaning."

"Ain't it the truth. As expected from my precious little brother. Then, got anything you need help with?"

"There's no need for you to bother," Germany immediately relied. "I can generally do things by myself."

"Then leave the things you generally can't do by yourself to me!"

"I am fine!" Germany was starting to be concerned. "Well, brother... I'm leaving, don't get involved in any strange business."

"Heh heh heh heh!"

Germany gives one last worried look before leaving, shutting the door behind him.

"Sigh... It's like he only inherited my, Saxony and Hessen's stubborn traits…"

Prussia started to think of who's home to visit when suddenly America's face came to mind. Despite being a fast developing country, he was kind of an airhead and a slob so surely he would have something that would need cleaning. Maybe America would even award Prussia with one of those fancy New York hot dogs.

With his mind made up and an empty stomach, Prussia marched to America's house.

Prussia prepares to knock on America's door, but the door suddenly swings open. He is then greeted by a familiar face.

"What's up Prussia, You still alive?" America said flashing a bright smile.

"Shouldn't I be saying that you? Isn't that bastard Russia giving you a hard time?"

"Not today, he went off to bother someone else. So what can I do for you?"

"I'm here to clean your house, consider yourself lucky! Kesesese!"

"Now that you mention it I haven't had time to clean…I could use a breather."

"A breather? No, I mean I'll be the one to clean your house," Prussia alway seemed to have trouble keeping up in a conversation with America.

"Don't bother, I'll get it done in at least 20 minutes."

"Well I can get it done in 18 minutes without really trying!"

"Is that a bet," America smirked.

"Hell yeah it is!"

Whenever Prussia and America are alone neither of them can resist competing against each other. They're too hot-blooded.

That's how Prussia's plan to clean America's house somehow turned into a race of sorts. No table left unturned or nook undusted. The two were tired at the end of their little competition with no real winner as they never really allowed themselves to set up proper ground rules.

But in his heart, Prussia knew he had won.

America had come back with, in his words, "refreshments". In his hand were soda and sugary snacks. That seemed like too much sugar for Prussia, but he decided to eat them to not be rude. That's how generous Prussia was.

"Ah, this brings back memories," America chuckled.

"You've done this before!?" Prussia asked.

"Kind of, Lithuania used to clean up for me in the past."

"Oh that jerk…"

Prussia revealed back from hearing that bastard's name.

"Lithuania a jerk?" America looked genuinely shocked. "He's the sweetest guy I know! He was kind of like the perfect maid order bride."

"Lithuania a bride!?"

Prussia never heard of this before, but put a reminder in the back of his mind for blackmail material.

"I know!" America enthusiastically as ever turned to Prussia. "Why don't you stop by Lithuania's place to clean as a favor to me for losing."

"Ugh, why do I have to!? By the way you lost!"

What that bastard does on his own is none of my concern, Prussia thought. He didn't want to bump into Poland or Russia either. Everything was telling him not to go.

"Lithuania has been having a hard time especially after escaping Russia. Weren't you two in the same situation?"

Prussia flinched. Being in the Soviet Union was still a fresh memory for him. Lithuania was especially annoying around that time. He was nice to everyone except him.

Though this gave Prussia an idea: to see Lithuania's at his weakest! Plus having that bastard indebted to him seemed kind of fun in it's own way.

"Kesesese!"

So he left America's house and followed the familiar road to Lithuania's house. He wasn't looking over his shoulder or anything for Russia. Even without his brother, Russia wouldn't stand a chance against the awesome Prussia. Though being observant never hurted anyone.

As he reached Lithuania's home, he was a bit taken aback by the luscious scenery of hills surrounding his country. Gardening didn't seem to be an issue for Lithuania.

Prussia repeatedly knocked on the door.

"Open up, Lit-whatever! It's me Prussia here to offer my generous kindness!"

No response.

"Don't ignore the door because it's me! I'll continue to make a ruckus if you don't answer!

Still no response.

Prussia got a little fed up and began jiggling the doorknob like an angry landlord. At this the door opened revealing it had been unlocked.

"My my how careless~"

Prussia entered the darkened abode not hearing anything. A normal person would have felt creeped out, but not the awesome Prussia. He proceeded trying not to make a single sound.

"Hello? Lit-whatever?" Prussia called out in a whisper as if not ready to see what would call back.

The atmosphere was rather eerie. There was no sound of TV, chatter, typing, or basically a nation doing anything.

As he explored further, he finally spotted something behind a couch: a leg, a hand, a head, and a bottle. A couple bottles actually.

Prussia seemed to have stumbled upon a crime scene and Lithuania was the corpse. Prussia nudged Lithuania's torso with his foot a bit.

No response.

"No way...is he dead?"

Prussia turned over Lithuania's limp body. He then noticed not only was Lithuania breathing, but he was snoring. He was trapped in a deep slumber.

"Oh, he's only wasted…"

After Prussia came to his senses, he suddenly realizes the place was in complete disarray. Overflowing trash, unwashed dishes, dirty laundry on the floor, and an overwhelming stench. Prussia took a whiff and realized the smell was coming from Lithuania in particular.

Prussia sighed.

It seems coming here was as troublesome as Prussia thought.