-August 6th, 2006. German's Residence in Berlin, Germany-
Prussia wobbled as he walked down the hallway. His head felt dizzy and his stomach felt like it was practicing gymnastics. Somersaults and back flips. Once in the living room, he sat down and switched the television from hockey to the Animal Planet. A documentary about elephants was on.
"Elephants are just sad creatures that want to be birds. They wish they could be as awesome as you," he said as he pulled Gilbird out of his hair. He stroked his yellow feathers back as he continued to watch the un-awesome elephants.
He felt a soft tap on the shoulder, and looked around. The self proclaimed hero was sitting beside him.
"America, what are you doing here?" As far as he remembered, he had banned America from coming over. Or at least, Germany banned him after Prussia and he spray painted graffiti on the side of Germany's house. "
"It's Canada," The country said quietly. He sighed and looked down as if disappointed. Prussia rubbed his ruby red eyes and a wide grin appeared on his face.
"Oh! It's you, buddy. My little birdie! My albinism must be kicking in, it was like I thought you were America. Do you want a beer?" He chuckled and held his can up to Canada for him to drink it. "Go ahead. I won't mind."
Canada shook his head. "No, Gil."
Prussia gave his familiar laugh. "What are you talking about? Are you too fancy to drink out of my can?"
Canada shook his head once more. "You're drunk. You need to go to bed."
"I am not drunk! Even if I drank a thousand more, I would still be fine. You just want me to get na-"
"I'm going to leave, okay?" Canada stood up from the couch and made his way towards the front door. "Bye, Prussia."
Prussia waved back like a child. "Bye, little birdie! Remember to call me Gil next time, 'kay?"
Canada gave another little wave back and opened the door. A man was in front of him, and he held his hand out as if he were going to knock. The man stumbled back a little, then stood up straighter.
"Hello, sir. I have papers for Ludwig Beilschmidt, the nation of Deutschland or Germany. Could he happen to be available?" He rummaged through his "satchel" and brought out a large manila envelope. On the top was "August 6th, Deutschland" written in red pen.
Canada looked around to make sure Prussia was not standing behind him. After finding that he wasn't, he pointed to himself. "Are you talking to me?"
The man looked confused. "Well, yes. I suppose that I don't usually talk to myself." The man allowed himself a smile. The laugh-wrinkles from old age were more defined.
Canada was a bit taken back and he felt his heart speed up a bit. This definitely isn't normal, he thought to himself. He smiled back at the man.
"Germany left about an hour ago. He probably won't be back until midnight," He said to him. "His brother is here though, albeit a bit out of it." Right on cue, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Prussia looked at him with the same mischievous glint in his eye.
"I am the awesome Prussia! I will take your bills, or mail, or what-cha-ma-call-it," He held his hand out to the surprised man expectantly.
"Ah, umm..." His education told him that he probably shouldn't give it to Prussia, but his decision was still a bit half and half. Perhaps it was because the red eyes and white hair made him a bit more intimidating than the average person.
"Just hand it over to the awesome me. You know I am awesome because there is no 'awesome' without 'me'."
"Oh, okay..." The man handed the envelope to him. Prussia took Canada's arm, brought him a few inches away from the door frame, then made a point to slam the door loudly.
"Gil... Was that really necessary?" Slamming doors was thought of as rude and disrespectful where he lived. He knew that Germany probably wouldn't approve of it either.
"Of course! I heard that man mistake you for America." Prussia flopped back onto the couch, causing Gilbird to have to resettle back into his previous position.
"No. That was you," Canada said softly.
Prussia shook his head rapidly. "No way. I would never mistake you for someone else. You are my awesome birdie!"
A wide grin appeared on Canada's face. "That man recognized me, Gil. He didn't confuse me with someone else and he didn't look right through man saw me."
Prussia jumped up from his seat, causing Gilbird to fly to the top of the lamp annoyed. He burst out laughing.
"Wunderbar! I'm so happy for you. I will get us some more drinks, making sure to add maple syrup, and then we can watch your little hockey show all night."
Author Note: Thanks for reading. Everything's pretty straight forward in this chapter so there won't be a hint. :)