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The warm rays of morning woke Prussia up and he groaned, rolling over to escape from the light.

"-the fuck left the curtains open," he mumbled into his pillow and cracked one sleep crusted eye. A ball of yellow feathers met his vision and he blinked once before he closed his eye again. He sighed. "Gillybird. Was that your doing?"

His only answer was the usual "piyo piyo" and he groaned again.

"Fuck," he said and rolled out of bed. He yawned and cracked his back. His eyes landed on the room and he froze. Very slowly, he stepped back and said, "Uh, is it just me, or did someone mess with my room." Really, the morning light should have given it away. He lived in Germany's basement, aka the Batcave. No windows whatsoever.

His head was lightly pounding, the usual sign of a hangover, and he rubbed at his temple. He tried to remember what he'd done yesterday.

"Oh."

Now he remembered.

Well, considering how things could have gone, this wasn't so bad. He looked down at his pajamas and smirked as he remembered last night's conversation. He stomach growled and he sniffed. "Aw man, I'm starving." He never did finish making those pancakes and while beer was awesome, it didn't exactly count as a meal. Maybe he could cook himself something before England kicked him out. It was worth a try.

"Come on Chicky."

He opened the door to his room and stared down the hall. He had to admire England's taste of décor. Paintings of ships at sea, battles, statues of people he'd had the pleasure of facing in battle. It was like walking through a museum of Europe's past. Nice but not especially homey.

The stairs creaked under his weight and he quickly jumped the last three. "Now where was that kitchen?"

Gilbird flew past him and guided him the rest of the way. Prussia immediately made a break for the fridge. It was like opening a mini treasure box. Fresh fruit and vegetables greeted his eyes, eggs, sealed meat, some leftovers which Prussia steered clear of, milk, home made orange juice (which he pulled out to pour himself a glass). But the jackpot was the bag of sausages and bacon.

He licked his lips. There was nothing Prussia liked more than the smell of sausages and bacon in the morning.

"Might as well make some for England. I did say I'd help around," he mussed as he set the pan on the stove and spread some oil around. He cracked some eggs, seasoned them, and cooked the bacon and sausages next to them. He hummed as he flitted from toasting the bed, to flipping the bacon and sausages over. This was the sight that greeted England when he came down from his room.

They both froze, Prussia in surprise, England in embarrassment.

After a moment, he heard England mumble, "I though yesterday was a dream." His faced morphed from embarrassment to annoyance as he swatted at something next to him. "Yes I know you tried to tell me." He stopped talking and instead coughed, shifting to stand behind a chair to hide him self.

Prussia wasn't sure what to do. On the one hand, he wanted to tease England's pajamas. Granted they weren't very embarrassing. Just plain plaited green pants and a white T-shirt. And yet Prussia had never seen England looking so normal that he didn't really want to ruin the moment by being…well…himself.

Instead he said, "Made breakfast."

Surprise flickered across the Brit's face. "You made breakfast?"

"I said I would didn't I?"

England's face softened and he looked shy all of a sudden. Prussia's mind was seriously going to explode if England kept these surprises up. "Well, thanks. You didn't have to."

"Hell yeah. I'm not gonna risk you poisoning me again."

That ruined the mood.

England's face hardened and his back stiffened. The aura of British asshole was back. "I think perhaps I'll just have some tea."

Knowing he'd screwed up; Prussia tried to remedy the situation. "Aw, don't be like that. I was only joking. Come on. You don't want the food to go to waste do you?"

"I'm sure you can find it in yourself to eat my half as well," he said dryly. "God knows your love of eating and stuffing your face is almost comparable to that of America's."

That was true. But England made it sound more like an insult. He made a face. "That's not very gentlemanly of you, you know."

"Considering it's only you, I don't think it much matters." There was a small upturn of the lips though and Prussia patted himself on the back. He wordlessly held out the plate of food and the Englishman took it with a small indignant huff. The smile was still playing at his lips though. They sat at the dining table together. Prussia made sure to crumble some of the toasted bread on a plate for Gilbird to eat. He smirked at England's curious gaze.

"He likes bread but if it were up to him, he'd just eat sunflower seeds. It's one of the reasons Gilbird likes Russia. That guy spoils him rotten whenever I have the misfortune of bumping into him."

"He's a strange species." England held his hand out and Gilbird willingly hopped onto his finger. While England inspected him he said, "Do you know what he is."

Prussia shrugged and scooped some eggs onto his fork. "Hell if I know. I didn't even know he was following me around until Ita pointed it out. At first I thought he was a baby chick but it's been years and he hasn't gotten any bigger. Plus he can fly just fine." He chewed on a sausage. "I was kinda hoping he'd turn into this huge badass bird but this way's awesome too. He's small and I can hide him in my pocket when I go out. Kesese!"

"Her."

Prussia dropped his bacon and stared at England like if he'd grown a second head. "What?"

Unperturbed England gently scratched Gilbird's head. "Her. She's a girl."

Prussia swallowed and then reached to grab Gilbird. He brought him—her to eye level. He couldn't stop the outrage from seeping from his voice. "Is that true? Are you a girl?" Gilbird just stared at him with his—her beady black eyes and piyoed at him. "Oh Gott! I've been living a lie!"

England watched this with amusement. He chewed slowly on his bacon and took small careful sips from his juice. He felt relaxed which was rare and the breakfast was rather good. Despite Prussia being obnoxious most of the time, he apparently knew how to work the kitchen.

How novel! And so the morning passed pleasantly without further revelations or disturbances.

A/N: And here's a short chapter. I like the idea of Gilbird being a girl and Prussia just not knowing. It's Hungary all over again. Haha!

As always, reviews show interest. And I really just want to know what you guys think so far. Is it alright? Should I continue? Should I start another story cause I've found myself very interested in the micronations as of late. I have a lot of stuff for them that are just unfinished. Maybe one day I'll post them.