I would like to thank Izz2000 for helping me out. I appreciate it. Also, I'm sorry this took so long. I was on vacation without internet and I was too lazy to go find one.

~ 7 ~

The smell of something bitter and earthy woke him up and his body felt something warm and soft next to him. In the back of his mind, he thought this was strange but comfort and contentment won over paranoia and he snuggled deeper into it. The warmth under his arms shifted and before he could yell out, he found himself flying off the bed and onto the floor.

"What the bloody hell wanker! How did you get in my bed?"

Using every ounce of his control, Prussia willed away his hangover and sleep hazed mind to notice a couple of things. Besides the fact that they had apparently slept together. One, they were both fully closed and two…

He smirked as he pulled himself to his feet. "Guess again Limey. Looks like you made your way to my bed. Kesese."

Prussia took this moment to savor England's confused and then horrified face as he looked around at the room. He waited a beat and then proceeded to rub it in. "Guess you can't get enough of the awesome me. It's not enough to look and be in my presence. You need to touch and cuddle with me. What next? Kisses? I have to warn you though. I'm straight. But I guess I can let you take a peek at my awesome man—,"

"Shut up!" His face was so red, Prussia was tempted to pull a Spain and call him a tomato to his face. He wondered what sort of reaction that would provoke. Probably something similar to Romano's but more bloody and possibly death inducing.

England flinched at his own loud voice and slumped back into bed. He rubbed at his temple and mumbled, "Oh God. My head is killing me. I don't have the energy to thrash you." He looked over almost accusingly at Prussia, like if everything was his fault. "What in the bloody hell did we do last night?"

The albino shrugged and held out his scratched knuckles. "I don't know but by the looks of my hands and the fact that I feel several bruises on my body, it must have been pretty awesome."

England also inspected his hands and bit his lip. "Looks like I participated in whatever shenanigans we were up too. I hope it wasn't anything illegal." He crawled out of bed, his shirt and pants wrinkled and out of place. His hair was even worse than normal but Prussia imagined he didn't look much better. The green-eyed nation padded across the room to his jacket and shoes.

"Aw, bollocks." He held out his muddied penny loafers. "They're utterly ruined now."

Prussia snorted. "Good riddance. Now you can wear normal shoes."

England glared. "For your information, these are the only pair of proper shoes I brought over from my cottage. Now I'll have to go into town to buy a new pair." He set the shoes back down, grimacing at the sight of his stained floor and moved to inspect his coat. His hands rummaged around the pockets until they brushed against something odd. He pulled out a small crumpled piece of paper with a phone number neatly scrawled over. Hearts dotted the edges.

"Is that what I think it is?" Prussia cried and scrambled his way over to get a closer look. He leaned on England's back, snatching the note from his fingers and smiled like a lunatic when his eyes glossed over it. "You old dog. You picked up a chick last night. Didn't know you had it in you."

"Give that back you ingrate."

He snatched the note back and shoved Prussia off of him.

"You should call her."

"I don't think so. Why in the world would I give my phone to some stranger?"

"To get laid?"

Prussia received only a punch for that.

Frowning, he rubbed at his already bruised arm. "Why do you always have to be so old about everything?" He expected this punch though and quickly dodged. He continued talking. "Listen. If it turns out bad, you can always change your phone number."

By the look on the Brit's face that wasn't going to work and so he tried a different tactic. After all, no one could say that he wasn't resourceful. "Come on. Maybe she can tell us what happened last night."

That made England pause his shuffling and consider for a moment. Prussia grinned when he saw the Brit fish out his phone. He made it clear though, that it wasn't because he was curious. "This is only for investigative purposes. I don't want to get in trouble with my boss if something indecorous were to be published."

"Sounds like you've had some experience with that."

England blushed and sputtered. "Well, that was back in the eighties and I've—," He was abruptly cut off.

Prussia watched for a second and then not so tactfully edged his way closer to eavesdrop on the conversation. England shoved his face away with his hand as he cranked up his British charm and skillfully interviewed the girl. She probably didn't even realize what he was doing and was probably getting her hopes up. From what she was telling him though, it had to be something good.

"Thank you Helen. It was a pleasure speaking with you and I'll make sure to ring you up sometime later."

Before Prussia could ask if he was actually going to follow up on that, England was already dialing another number. This time Prussia had no clue who he was talking to.

"James? This is Arthur."

Prussia mouthed Arthur and the Englishman just waved him away. His attention was back on the phone.

"…yes…that's exactly why I'm calling." There was a pause on the other end.

"Five you say? Are you sure? Well thank you James." He hung up again and turned to face Prussia. "Well by the sound of it, we had a lovely adventure last night."

All Prussia could say was, "Arthur? That's your alias for when you're out mingling with humans?"

That annoyed England who felt that there were more important things to talk about. "So what? I imagine every one of us nations has one. We don't go around telling humans our real names, do we?"

"No…but Arthur's kinda lame."

"And yours isn't? Gil-bert." He annunciated the syllables mockingly. At Prussia's surprised face he explained, "Helen kept referring to my albino companion as Gilbert so I assumed that was you. Did you take your name after your bird?"

"Hell no! Gilbird took her name after me. Gilbert is an awesome name."

England rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Now back to the matter at hand."

"Uh-huh, awesome adventure. Go on." Prussia tried to jump England again who skillfully shoved him off.

"Hum, according to James we left the bar somewhere around five. We were completely bladdered by the way, to the point that we were singing old sea shanties. One of us, possibly you, had the brilliant idea to go to a brawl. That's where I apparently met Helen. You signed up while I waited in the sidelines and chattered with her. She tells me you were rather good in the first few rounds but on the last one, your opponent cheated. We were both still drunk and both of us took it as an offense." Prussia could easily see things going down hill from there. "You of course, went barmy and beat the man to a pulp. His mates weren't too happy and I had to intervene. The night ended with all of us being kicked out. I suppose from there we somehow made it back home."

"Where you crawled into bed with me."

"Will you not let that go?"

"Nope. This is gold material." He draped a chummy arm around England's neck. There was a bright smile on his face as he tried to imagine the fight. "It's been a long time since I've gotten into a good old fight. Wish I could remember it though."

England tolerated the closeness for a moment before he elbowed Prussia in the side and pulled away. He tried to straighten his clothes but gave up once he realized that it wasn't going to help. Rubbing his temple again, he cursed under his breath and decided he needed to brush his teeth and take a nice steaming hot shower.

"If you'll excuse me," he said and walked out of the room. He should have expected the fact that Prussia would now stick to him like an annoying stray. He reached his room and turned the knob. Or…he tried to. But the door wouldn't budge.

"What in the bloody…" He tried putting his weight in it and only managed to open the door a half centimeter.

"What's wrong?" the albino asked, eyes sweeping over the frustrated Brit.

England grunted and said, "My door is somehow blocked from the inside."

Without asking, Prussia shoved England over a bit and with their combined strength they slowly inched the door wide enough for England to slip in. He was greeted with a face full of feathers and Prussia's loud, "Gilbird! So that's where you were."

England swept over the damage, his mouth slightly opened as he tried to imagine how such a small bird managed to tip over his book shelf. How had she even gotten in here? He distinctly remembered locking the door and his window was shut. His eyes strayed over to a pot plant where he saw the gentle glow of one of the fairies. He pieced one and one together and sighed.

Now that that mystery was solved.

"Out," England said as he shooed both owner and pet into the hall. "Go make breakfast or something. I need to freshen up. I feel disgusting."

Prussia stood still while the door was slammed onto his face. He shared a look with Gilbird and shrugged. "Brits." And went off to find something to entertain himself with.