This was hard to write... but thanks again GoldCleaver for the dancing idea. Even if I may have changed it a bit..
France's eyes widened. 'La Vida Loca' was playing in the background, and Prussia was giving Spain a lap dance. In his underwear.
"Mon dieu!" exclaimed France. Prussia looked at France, smirking. He paused what he was doing with the Spaniard and began making his way towards the Frenchman.
"You know it's rude to walk in on someone like that. I better teach you a lesson." Prussia whispered.
He froze momentarily before he turning around and running up the stairs, locking the door behind him.
I suppose... I'll let them be. Thought France.
His first thought was to go to Germany's room for the night, but he then remembered that Italy had come over. He brought his hand up to his forehead and massaged his temples, sighing. He decided finally the best course of action would to just travel home. Though he had no car, he could probably hail a taxi...
Then he remembered he had left his wallet in the basement.
'Merde...'
Meanwhile in the Basement...
Prussia smirked even wider watching France hurry up the stairs frantically. Knowing he couldn't go anywhere, the thought of France possibly trying to sleep with Germany amused him. In a quick motion he turned back around to an aroused Spaniard.
"I apologize for the interruption, Liebe." he says. Spain pulls him close into his body and kisses him deeply. The situation couldn't be better.
Upstairs...
France mentally gags himself thinking of all the things the two immoral boys could be doing, but who was he to talk?
Deciding to sleep on the couch for the night, he makes his way to the fluffy sofa and lays down on it's cushioney goodness.
Eventually his mind wanders to thoughts of the German. So well built, tough yet gentle. Such a strong willed personality so easily broken by the hint of an emotion...
The next morning...
Germany woke up, finding himself clinging to the Italian as if his life depended on it. Carefully removing his arms from the man's fragile body, he walks into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for all the "guests" in his house. He first puts on the kettle, and then he grabs a few eggs from the refrigerator.
Suddenly, a pair of arms snake their way to his chest. Germany gasps.
"Morning, amour~~~"