A/N: Woo! This chapter came out longer than I had originally thought it was going to be. Also, I may come back later on and re-edit it, as I think Berlin may have been a bit OOC herself (as the ending part was typed up at almost midnight). My... weird... writing skills sometimes surprise even myself. But I got this out on time, right? :] And as to clarify, Kaliningrad=Konigsberg. Konigsberg (with the colon thing over the o) no longer technically exists, as the city itself was Russianized and became Kaliningrad, but they are still one and the same in this story. Also, Konigsberg was the capital of Prussia before Berlin was (and was the capital of East Prussia too). Other details, especially ones pertaining to the timeframe of the Cold War, will be (hopefully and eventually) explained later on in the story.

The next chapter will be pertaining to the capital of one sunny country and her relations with another certain capital. I shall working on that chapter soon, but it may be a bit slow as I'm still working on their character profiles.

Disclaimer: I wished I owned Hetalia. I don't. Sad day...

Chapter 3: And You Thought Your Life Was Complicated

Berlin POV

"Deutschland? Where do I put the groceries this time?" The teenager, though she was nearing adulthood in terms of her appearances, looked up at her country's straight face with a pleading expression on her face. "I forgot where these go again, and Preußen will tell me the wrong spot just to mess with me again."

The older German sighed, looking down at the floor as he talked. "They go in the cabinets to the left of the sink. Where did mein bruder tell you to put them last time?"

"On top of the fridge. I couldn't reach that high so I put them in the cabinet below the burners." She smiled nervously. She realized that the only time she acted this shy or nervous was around Deutschland, and she could only assume that it was because he was her only sort of parental figure. Prussia- hah! It was a testament to Deutschland's strength of character that he hadn't turned out horribly from his brother's care- or the albino had actually done something right for once. She paused, thinking about it for a moment. Nah, must've been the first one.

She placed the groceries on the counter and started putting them away into the designated cabinet when there was a very clear knocking from the front door. She looked up at the other personification, silently asking if she should answer it (or if it was Italy again- not that he ever knocked). He nodded to her exasperatedly and she put down the food she had been sorting and ran over to the door, which was now having some sort of rhythm beat onto it.

When she opened the door, she squealed slightly. "Aleksandra!"

The platinum blonde rolled her blue eyes, which were quite a bit lighter than the other's dark ones. "Good afternoon to you too, Amalia," She greeted in German, slipping into it relatively easily and keeping her voice down low. "Now, is that person up and around the house? You know what he'd do if he caught me here again."

Berlin looked back at her older brother of sorts (though she was technically much older than he was), who simply replied "No, Prussia's still hung over" and walked back into the kitchen. She turned to Kaliningrad.

"Your room?"

"Ja!" The blonde smiled widely, grabbing the hand of the paler city and dragging her upstairs. "I still have that emergency ladder under my bed just in case he wakes up earlier than usual. He was out pretty late last night though so I doubt that's going to be a problem."

"Let me guess- with France and Spain?"

"How did you know?" She snarked back at her sister. "Who else? Well, who else who would let him stay out late enough and drink enough to still be crashed out at this time in the afternoon?" She giggled slightly. "It's always hilarious when he comes back at night- he'll be begging for forgiveness for the most mundane things, including him staying out that night drinking again, and he'll be singing the most ridiculous songs in languages he can't even pronounce because he's slurring so much."

"Oh, really now?" Kaliningrad replied. "Well, you should see Russia after he's drunk one too many bottles of vodka." Her sister looked at her skeptically. "No, I'm dead serious. He can't even tell the difference between Belarus and Lithuania when he gets really drunk! I even heard that he jumped out of a plane once with no parachute because he thought the snow would be soft. I heard he was shouting 'Vodkaaa!' too while falling through the air…"

This conversation about drunken antics of the nations they had to live with continued on for another couple of minutes before merging into talk about their daily lives and recent happenings. Moscow had apparently been trying to hit on Kaliningrad again ("That cow!") and was still, of course, unsuccessful. Berlin expressed guilty delight that he was bugging her sister and not herself and the other assured her that she had too much fun making fun of him and teasing him to be bothered by it. It still seemed that Ukraine's official visits were rare (though she often left treats with Kaliningrad or Moscow for her brother or even gave them to her sister to deliver) and so were those of the Baltics ("Russia still doesn't get it…") and China ("He always stalks China anyways, so it's really not that surprising"). Belarus was still a frequently uninvited guest to the Russian's home, which really scared him ("It scares me and some of the other cities that sometimes visit too. Moscow pretends to be all brave- mainly when Russia's there too- but everyone knows that he's also scared witless."), an emotion otherwise not present in the tall Russian.

The discussion turned back to Berlin, who happily related the recent happenings within the residence of the German countries and the visiting place of some of Germany's other cities, though they all preferred to live in their own places. (The capitals usually didn't care much for the other cities anyways, and Kaliningrad was an exception namely due to her previous status as the capital of Prussia who knows how long ago. Berlin had also heard talk about a 'New York City' and 'Los Angeles' from Washington D.C. and so knew that some cities were more talked about than others.) She relayed how Deutschland was still very kind to her ("Admittedly he's sort of like the father figure I never really had"), how Italy still visited often ("He's so cute, and he always makes Deutschland blush and smile, even if he hides it from him") and how Romano still came over only to drag Italy back home (and call all of the Germans "potato" and "wurst" bastards, but namely Germany). Austria and Hungary also occasionally visited, sometimes with Budapest or Vienna, but either they would leave soon after or Berlin would be gone on some sort of business ("I miss way back when I had no paperwork to fill out for the most trivial things…") and she didn't particularly like Austria anyway.

At that point her sister asked if he still acted the same way and after learning that he apparently did ("Really? Heh heh heh…") started imitating him and his (according to them and most other people they knew) pompous and aristocratic behavior. Berlin had to admit that even though she acted like she disapproved and tried maintaining a frown of "disappointment" she found the portrayal ("Where's my piano? I can't go out in this shirt when it's wet outside! Look at all that disgusting mud!") highly amusing. Kaliningrad was pretty good at imitating others.

In the middle of the older's (they still debated this, as Berlin's actual coming into existence was a little ambiguous and rather close in timeframe to Kaliningrad's- originally Königsberg- founding) acting and the other's watching and occasional talking with her sister rapid knocking ensued on Berlin's door. Both stopped their talking, turning to look at it for a moment before an all too familiar and obnoxious voice started speaking through the door.

"Hey, Berlin, let the awesome me in, will ya?"

Both young women turned to stare briefly at each other before the German capital shouted back "No, I'm changing right now. Stay out!"

As Prussia formed his response (something like "But it's eleven in the morning!") Berlin started whispering to her sister and reaching under her bed, pulling out the emergency ladder that she had mentioned much earlier. "Okay, once I got this set up out of the window you'll have to go, okay Sandra?"

"But I don't want to go," the platinum blonde complained. "Why does he always have to ruin all of my fun?"

"Oh really, he does now?" She looked at her sister skeptically. "What about your fun teasing and mocking Moscow about his crush or whatever it is on you? Besides, if I let you stay around and he catches sight of you all that will happen is you'll both stare at each other for hours before bickering about something which always ends in you leaving dramatically and him getting all moody and weird on me in turn. I can't have that occur again." She hugged her sister and gave her puppy eyes. "Please go and don't make any trouble with Prussia?"

Kaliningrad sighed. "Oh fine, I'll leave before that unawesome dude breaks through the door. Just make sure to call more Mali, alright? It gets rather boring at Russia's place…"

"I promise."

"Good then! I'm going now. Hope you won't miss me too much." The ex-capital winked, grabbing onto the ladder that had been set up during their quickly whispered chat, and half-slid, half-stepped down the rope rungs.

Berlin sighed, pulling the ladder up once her sister had hopped off and bundling it up before shoving it back under her bed and closing the window. She turned towards the door, which Prussia was still knocking on, and pulled it open.

"Ah, there you are finally! What took you so unawesomely long?"

"Why does it matter?" She replied in her typical, slightly sweet and quiet tone, before trying to push past her brother/previous country/pest. He didn't move.

"She was here, wasn't she?"

She smiled innocently at him. "Who, Hungary? Sorry, haven't seen her since the last time she visited during December."

He leaned up against the door post, blocking the rest of the frame with his foot while smirking slightly. "No. The awesome me is referring to the other unawesome b*tch."

The blonde frowned at him. "I'm sorry, but I really don't know who you're talking about. However, I do know that if you don't move soon I'll take up that offer from 'the frying pan b*tch'."

The self-proclaimed Prussian frowned and then smirked. "West still doesn't know about that, does he? Kesesese…"

"Does it matter? No. Besides, he knows as well as you do that I wouldn't do anything that would really embarrass him or be abnormal. Hungary really doesn't care about the opinions of her 'subjects' anyway, so if you'll excuse me… unless you do want me to call her?"

He muttered something about her being 'unawesome' before he put his leg down.

"Thank you! Now, don't forget to brush your teeth and don't stay out so late next time, okay? You were trying to get intimate with the floor when you came back…"