~ 13 ~

"You know," Hungary said as she frowned at nothing in particular, "I just noticed but it's been very quiet around here."

They were sitting around the dining table eating lunch, Kugelmugel creating a sculpture with the vegetables and Austria pausing from his spoon to say, "Count small mercies."

"But why is that?" Hungary asked. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Something was missing but she'd been so preoccupied with other things she hadn't bothered to explore the feeling. Austria merely resumed his delicate eating, not wanting to question the blissful peace that had settled around his home. He actually couldn't remember the last time silence and tranquility lingered in his home for more than a day let alone a week.

"Onkel Prussia has not been here for days," Kugel offered, not taking his eyes off from his artwork as he leaned back to observe his progress.

Austria frowned at Kugel. "Don't play with your food," before the words actually struck him and his frown deepened. That's right; Prussia hadn't shown his face in a while now. Hungary's eyes widened as well as she realized the same thing.

They sat in silence.

"Perhaps he's finally grown up?"

"Maybe."

But they both knew better.

"Maybe he's planning for a giant prank along with those other two. I should call Germany and ask him what's up. He'll be more reliable than if I call Prussia himself." She was not offering because she was worried. There was no need to worry about that annoying albino.

Austria nodded. "Yes, that would probably be wise." The frown didn't leave his face though.

They sat in more silence, Kugel being the only source of noise as he moved his plate around and hummed in thoughtfulness and disapproval.

"I should go then," Hungary said and hurried out of the room to grab at her phone and speed dial Germany.

oOo

"You don't think Prussia is mad at us, right? I mean, he hasn't answered our calls."

France shrugged, more interested in the cute bartender across from him. He winked for her, smiling when he saw her look away hastily and busy herself with the tables.

Spain continued. "I mean, it's been a week and Prussia missed our weekly get together. He never misses our drink days!"

"That is something to worry about," France said taking a sip of his wine. He rested his check on his palm and gazed thoughtfully at Spain who was slowly making himself drunk. He himself didn't want to worry for nothing. Surely Germany would have called if something had happened to Prussia. He licked his lips. "If you're so worried, why don't we drop by Germany and check on him, oui? We're only a country over. We'll just call a taxi and violá!"

Spain lifted his head hopefully. "Sí! Call right now. Maybe Germany will be home. You know how Prussia never answers the phone unless it's his cell phone."

France laughed and shook his head fondly at his friend. He clapped the Spanish man on the shoulder and said softly, "Non mon ami. Not call. Drop by. Let us surprise our friends!" After all, surprise visits were always the most informative. Mmm, like that last time… "Remember our last surprise visit?"

France nudged Spain for emphasis who chocked on a laugh, wine spraying over the table as he tried to cover his mouth with his hand. They glanced at each other and laughed deviously for a couple of minutes before they paid the bill and left hoping to sleep for a bit and then head on their way to 'surprise' Prussia in the morning.

oOo

The last couple of days had been very long indeed. Germany had been working out more than usual and doing his paperwork at an insane pace. He wished he knew where Prussia was although he kept telling himself that his brother was fine. He wasn't a child after all. He could take care of himself; he'd been doing it for most of his life – hard as it was to believe sometimes.

The house was quiet. Too quiet. It was unnerving.

Which is why he jerked a bit at the sound of the phone ringing. He reached before it rang a second time. He wasn't going to admit that he kept the phone with him at all times just incase his brother called.

"Hello?"

"Germany?"

"Hungary?"

"Yeah," there was a soft chuckle.

Germany frowned. "What do you want?"

She cleared her throat. "Um, this might be a strange question but, uh, have you noticed any strange behavior in Prussia?"

Germany straightened up in alarm and practically growled into the phone when he asked, "Is he there?"

Pause. "No…Is everything alright?"

Verdammt! "Yes. Yes everything is alright."

"Then why did you –,"

"Listen Hungary, I'm really busy at the moment. Italy is making a mess of my kitchen so it's not really a good time right. Maybe later." Hopefully Prussia would be back somewhere between that later.

"Well, okay then."

"Yes, yes, I will tell Prussia you called. Tschau."

He hung up before she could respond.

Germany sighed in relief. He hoped Hungary would leave it at that. He didn't exactly want people finding out, mostly because he felt his brother would come back when he was ready and having people meddle would only cause problems. It was better this way. He hoped.

Meanwhile, Hungary was glaring at her phone, not at all happy at being dismissed so easily. "Nothing, huh?" she said biting her lip but gripping the phone hard enough to make it crack under the pressure. "We'll see about that." Something was definitely up and she was going to find out what one way or another.

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Prussia was so happy that he could finally move around, even if it was only for a couple of minutes at a time since he still felt like crap, that he couldn't even put it into words. Those two days of lying in bed and being sick were the most boring and miserable days of his life and there was only so much he could take reading and listening to music. He wanted to go outside already and maybe figure out why this house is surrounded by glowing lights and weird little see-through creatures. He would have asked England about it but it sounds crazy even in his head and Gott knows that would make him worry. Which brought him to his other source of confusion:

England

For the last two days (three days really if you count the day he was knocked out) England had been by his side, attentive, making sure he took his medicine, even making him soup (which actually didn't taste that bad) and just making him feel as comfortable as possible. It was freaking him out a little bit, more than the glowing creature things, if he was honest. He had let it slide so far, mostly because he hadn't been sure how to feel about it and besides it was kinda nice; but now…

Well, to be frank, he wasn't sure what to make of it and this fact alone was making him become agitated and frustrated. Why exactly was England doing this and why was it making him feel so…so…he didn't even know what to call it!

The question was going to eat at him until he got an ulcer and then he'd be worse off then he was before. England owed him nothing, debts between them were always paid by way of exchange; like in war they would help each other and even right now Prussia was paying England's tremendous generosity with work (okay maybe not right now exactly because he was bedridden but he'd make up for the missed time once he got better).

He could always just ask him – he was sitting right across from him flipping through a book, looking very domestic actually which was another thing that he was wondering about. England went from workaholic to almost maternal in a matter of days. Was this normal?

Guh! He was so fucking confused!

"Hey England?" he rasped hating how soft his voice came out.

"Hum?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"I suppose."

"What's the deal?"

"The…deal?"

"Don't play with me," he snapped and recoiled back as his coughed into his hand. England stood to pat him on the back but Prussia pushed him away. Instead, England got a glare for his efforts and he sighed in annoyance.

"So difficult," he mumbled.

"Answer the question!"

"I don't know what you're asking you fucking sod!" This was getting ridiculous! This is the thanks he gets for helping out someone who's sick? Prussia was acting like a whiny brat.

"I don't know either! It's just…Ugh!" And he really did look lost, England noticed. He stood there, staring at him with confusion as if trying to figure him out, before he frowned and turned to head back to his room mumbling, "Leave me alone for today, okay?" England didn't try to stop him – he figured it was for the best. Whatever Prussia was thinking was in chaos and he needed some time to meditate before they could talk again calmly and like adults. At least he'd finally voiced his concerns even if they didn't make sense. England had not been blind to the Prussians mood swings and over all grumpiness. At first he'd passed it off as because of the sickness but gradually, as Prussia got better and his mood didn't improve, he deduced it was something else that was bothering him. What it was he wasn't entirely sure but he did know it had to do with his presence. Leave it to Prussia to make things more difficult than they were supposed to be.

"Do you know what he was trying to say?" he asked Tailglow, one of the fairies he'd put in charge of keeping watch over the stubborn albino nation.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry. He is…strange."

"Yes. Quite."

Oh well, he'd deal with the Prussia later. Right now, he could take the time to go grocery shopping. Obviously if Prussia felt well enough to start an argument, he could be left alone for an hour or two while he drove into town and picked up some supplies. They were running low on tea and, he supposed, medicine as well (although he wasn't too keen on being nice to Prussia after this little blow out).

"Bloody Prussian."

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"Stupid medicine tasting like Scheiße." He took it anyway only because his throat was killing him and he felt like puking. At least it'll make him sleepy and then he can forget about his emotions which were starting to feel like Ita's driving. An accident waiting to happen.

He knows he was being stupid. England hadn't done anything except be kind and attentive to him (weird as it was) and Prussia was just being an ass about it. He was aware, thanks.

Huffing, he turned on his side to glare at the lamp and the crazy clown picture hanging on the wall. Whose idea was it to hang that monstrosity on the wall? It couldn't have been England and why was he barely noticing it now?

"If you could Gilly, I'd ask you to tear it down."

He closed his eyes and decided that next time he'd apologize to England and pretend nothing had happened. Yeah, that seemed like the best route to take. He rolled over on his back again and sighed in resignation as the drowsiness hit him. He'll be gone in a couple of minutes, off to dream land where he might or might not have another nightmare.

A light breeze wafted his face and his grimaced. Did he leave the window open? God dammit he was sick enough as it was. Cracking an eye open, he was ready to push his heavy body out of bed to close the window when he caught sight of glowing orbs around his head.

What the f…

Not just around his head but drabbed around his bed, next to Gilbird, hovering over by the door, some were even moving. How did they suddenly…he should have noticed…how did they sneak in without him noticing?

He swears his heart stopped beating for three seconds. What? How? Instincts kicked in and he counted down from ten. No. This was not a time to panic. The awesome former Kingdom of Prussia does not panic. His breathing calmed and he took the moment to eye the distance from his bed to the door. He was weak but he was pretty confident he wouldn't fall and he could put up a fight if these…things tried to kill him.

Okay, to the count of three.

Goosebumps broke out on his arm when one of the glowing things got closer to his face.

"Three!"

He jumped without really thinking and made a break for the door. He glanced back to see the glowing things just hovering before a couple of them started to follow him. That wouldn't do. If he went outside there was a possibility they would leave him alone. That was his plan. He didn't expect to almost run into a translucent man wearing a green suit and hat, a pipe in his hand, blocking the way to the front door.

"What in the hell?" he cried as he backtracked. Back door it was. What is going on? He immediately reached up to touch his forehead as he scrambled across the house and yanked the door to the backyard open. No, he didn't have a fever. Maybe he took too much medicine and was high. That would explain it because who in their right mind sees a leprechaun wandering around their house like it's an everyday occurrence?

He took cover behind one of the many oak trees, pressing his back against the bark as he tried to catch his breath and stop himself from coughing. He peeked out but couldn't see any of the apparitions following him. He lost them. An almost hysterical chuckle left his lips which quickly turned into a shout when he saw a large white horse with a fucking horn on its head. It was right across from him, shimmering in and out of focus, watching him. He wasn't thinking straight, clearly, because he dropped down on the dirt to pick up a fallen tree branch and brandish it like a sword.

"Get away!"

It either didn't understand or it didn't care because it took one step closer to him. Scheiße! He threw the branch, aiming for its head. That spooked it. It ran away leaving a trail of sparkles. If Prussia had been in his right mind he would have wondered about the sparkles but he was more worried about getting as far away from the house of demons as possible. He didn't get very far though. With the adrenaline rush down the medicine was taking affect and his eyes were getting heavier.

"Fuck this," he slurred, not at all happy about this turn of events. If he had still been a nation, this human medicine would have done nothing to him. Maybe he could just rest for a bit, close his eyes for a moment.

"Prussia?"

"Whoa!" he cried, turning around and almost toppling over. Why was the world spinning? The next thing he knows he's falling. He didn't land on his face though because England was holding him up by the arm.

He could see England's furious face, red and eyes dangerous. He wanted to laugh at him as he faintly heard the Brit scold him in his angry British accent. "What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing walking out in this weather with only your sleepwear and socks? Are you daft?"

Weather? Oh. That's when he noticed that it was fucking freezing! His feet were soaked and his teeth were chattering.

"No," Prussia said after a moment of processing the question. "But I think I might have gone insane."

"What?" the Brit grunted as he practically carried and dragged Prussia back to the house. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm seeing things, man. They're following me. I think I saw a leprechaun in the house," he admitted.

England almost dropped him on that one. He gave Prussia an incredulous look. "Could you repeat that?"

His stare was making Prussia uncomfortable. "Um, I don't want to," he murmured.

"Leprechaun?" he insisted.

When someone else actually said it, it sounded so stupid and Prussia blushed. "No," he defended. "Something demon like. Yeah, it looked like a leprechaun but I'm sure it was a demon. A demon with an army of glowing things and a horse." Before Prussia could say anymore, he cried out in surprise as England lifted him up and carried him the rest of the way. "Let go!" but his protest fell on deaf ears and he growled in annoyance as he was dumped in the sofa.

England took a seat next to him, his eyes never leaving Prussia's face.

"Ladies!" he called.

Ladies? Prussia blinked in confusion only to cringe back at the sight of the glowing thing making their way over to England. The Brit just looked at his reaction with a mix of fascination and amusement. He held out his hand and one of the glowing things landed.

"Tell me what happened?" he said softly.

Prussia watched with amazement as England leaned his ear towards the thing and focused on, what Prussia presumed, was a conversation because England was nodding and making noises of having understood whatever was being said to him. Finally he drew back and the glowing them flew up into the air to hide behind a pot plant. Prussia watched it wearily but as long as it was far away from him, he didn't mind. England seemed at ease with them so that meant they weren't dangerous, right?

"Prussia." The albino looked up and was left feeling confused at the Brit's hopeful face. "What exactly do you see?"

"Glowing things and see-through things. What are they?" he asked.

England hummed. "I see." He was silent for a moment and then, "Well, you definitely have not seen demons. The leprechaun was just that. A leprechaun. The horse was probably Beauty taking her evening stroll and the glowing things, as you call them, are fairies. I must say, you gave them quite a fright."

"I gave them a fright?" Unbelievable. Immediately he began hacking up a lung, his throat exploding with pain at the strain. "Ah shit," he gasped.

England was by his side in moments. "Come along. You need rest. And a change of clothes."

Without any other choice, Prussia allowed himself to be taken care of. The drowsiness was back and the move from the living room to his room happened so fast he couldn't even remember lying down in his bed. He can feel England taking off his dirty socks and covering him up with multiple blankets.

"You're so nice to me," Prussia slurs.

England pauses to give Prussia a startled look. "Er, well you're ill. And you're my friend."

"No, you don't understand. No one has ever been this nice to me. Ever. I grew up around soldiers who all looked after themselves and then I took care of my brother who depended on me. I've never done this before."

A soft chuckle. "You sound like a virgin."

"Haha, very funny Limey. But I'm serious."

"For once."

"Shut up!" and surprisingly he did. He'd rather sleep than have another argument with England and so he closes his eyes to do just that. Moments later he feels a soft hand on his shoulder. It's…comforting. Before he passes out though, he mutters, "You know, I was sick like this before, only worse. It was after I stopped being a nation. I knew what was going on. It happened to Brandenburg except he didn't pull through it. It was a fifty-fifty chance for me too."

He didn't need to open his eyes too see the surprise on the Brit's face. "Never did tell Germany. Probably thought I was messing around with porn or something for the week. Kesese."

England didn't know what to say. He hadn't known. Apparently, no one had ever known that Prussia had been close to disappearing after the end of the war, not even his own brother. This sickness though. England had never heard of it because he had never seen an actual nation go from nation to ex-nation before. But, if what Prussia was saying was true, the same thing had happened to his brother…Did that mean it had been his fault?

He looked back at Prussia with a troubled frown. They would need to speak of this later.

oOo

In times of war, it was necessary to be able to sneak up behind an enemy. Hungary had perfected the skill and that was what she was doing now as she crept along Germany's backyard although she wasn't out to kill anyone only to spy.

It was early morning and despite not having slept, she was awake and wired up. She'd had a long debate with herself, about breaking into the house and finally decided that Germany wasn't going to tell her anything if she asked nicely. That meant she'd have to scavenge for the truth on her own and as silently as possible. First she needed to safely and with minimal damage, find a way inside.

Meanwhile, over on the other side of the house, two very happy and determined nations were making their way over to the front door. They were dressed in black, blending in well with the faint rays of light although if anyone was awake to look outside and spot them, they would have immediately assumed that the nice young man who lived with his brother was about to get robbed.

But it was early morning…

"Oh," France said as he spotted two of the three dogs the German brothers owned. They had heard their approach and were wryly eyeing them, low growls emitting from their throats. France's eye twitched, not yet forgetting the last time when one of them had chased him down and taken a bite out of his leg. He motioned for Spain stiffly. "Quick mon ami, throw it!"

Digging into his pants, Spain pulled out a paper wrapped package which he pealed away to reveal two good portioned slabs of meat.

The dogs froze and sniffed the air.

"Throw it," France urged and breathed a sigh of relief when Spain did and the dogs bolted for the food. That solved that problem. "Bon. Now to get down to business." He took out the key he'd snatched from Prussia a long time ago (the Prussian had though he'd lost it. How wrong he was honhonhon). The door clicked and the two friends grinned at each other before slowly creeping inside…

Hungary had found a window which looked like it had been messed around with one too many times (probably Prussia's doing seeing as how Germany was anal about everything being perfect) and with brute force broke the lock and made a space wide enough for her to crawl in.

She smirked, pan ready.

The house was quiet and she briefly wondered where Germany was.

Spain walked past the kitchen and paused long enough to pick one of the ripe tomatoes set inside a bowl along with other fruit. This was a sign that Romano was over more often than he wanted to be, not that Spain minded if it meant there were lots and lots of tomatoes lying around.

"Leave that alone," France said.

"Too late, amigo," Spain said taking a generous bite.

Hungary frowned and tilted her head to listen better. She could have sworn she'd heard…

"Let us quickly make our way to Prussia's room before Germany discovers we are here."

Whispers. Familiar whispers. Hungary frowned and curiously inched her way towards the noise.

Spain saw her first. "Dios…" and he dropped his tomato. That alone made France freak out and he let loose a rather loud yell. Hungary, not sure what to do (and wondering what the heck those two were doing here, walking around like burglars), lifted her pan in self defense.

"What the…?"

"Hungary?"

"France? Spain?"

Simultaneously: "What are you doing here?"

"That is a good question. Please answer it for me before I shoot you."

All three jumped and turned to see Germany standing off to the side, face stoic and hair and clothes rumbled like if he'd just rolled out of bed.

Spain and France laughed nervously and lifted their hand's up in surrender. "Germany…there is a good explanation for all this."

"Then you better start explaining."

Hungary puffed her cheeks in outrage. "This is your fault to begin with! If you'd just told me about Prussia –,"

At the mention of the albino, Germany's shoulder's stiffened and it did not go unnoticed. The reaction was worrying and France bit his lip. The worst possible scenario flashed through his mind.

"Is it bad?"

Germany stared at them for a good while before he lowered his weapon and sighed in defeat. "Fine. I suppose if you went to so much trouble breaking into my house." He said that last part with a mild scolding tone but neither of the three cared much for it. "Let's go to the living room," he said instead.

oOo

The feeling of waking up with eyes closed, warm and content is a good feeling. You know, when the house is quiet and there's time to think about nothing in particular. There are no worries and no aches or pains. Prussia sighed and snuggled his cheek against the pillow that already smelled of him. That is until everything he spat yesterday hit him on the face.

"A fuck!"

He slumped and then slowly got up. He wearily looked around his room but he couldn't see any of the glowing things. Only Gilbird was in the room, watching him from her perch on the windowsill.

"Did you know those things were around?" Prussia asked. He remembered seeing her flapping around with what appeared to him to be nothing. Maybe it wasn't nothing.

"Piyo."

"You probably became friends with them, didn't you?" he said accusingly but turned his attention back to the matter at hand. Which was that England knew too much. Too much about his feelings and crap.

He rubbed furiously at his cheek and nose, feeling that damn heat rising to his face. Life just couldn't suck more. Or his life at least. Rephrase: his life just couldn't suck more.

"I have to talk to him," he mumbled. "Maybe we can pretend it never happened and put this whole issue behind us." The last thing he needed was England thinking of him as a useless sissy who needs mothering. He doesn't want pity.

"That's it," he said, determined, and quickly changed clothes (like hell he was going to give another reason for England to look down at him). He walked out of his room and looked down the small hall. England was probably in the living room. He could smell the burnt scones and tea from all the way over here.

Sure enough when he entered the room England was waiting for him. Prussia was taken aback for a moment before he cleared his throat and tried to look like nothing was wrong. "Hey."

"Good morning."

Prussia walked a bit closer but made sure to stay out of arms reach. He wasn't sure why he was being so paranoid. It wasn't like England was going to attack him or anything. "So…about last night."

He was pinned with an intense green-eyed stare and Prussia knew this wasn't going to be easy. But he wasn't a quitter (at least not when it mattered) and he plowed on ahead. "Yeah, see, you shouldn't listen to what I said. I was technically high and I thought I was going crazy so I wasn't exactly thinking straight."

"Really now?"

That fucking bastard! Prussia narrowed his eyes but continued on, "Yeah. So I would appreciate it if we – I dunno – forgot about the whole thing…" He trailed off when he saw those glowing things from yesterday fly in through the window and surround England like a glowing halo. He couldn't help the mild cuss word that left his lips.

"Let me ask you something," England said, cutting Prussia off before he could go into anymore of his excuses. The albino blinked, distracted but listening. "Do you…hate your brother now? For what happened after the war?"

Silence. Prussia was tempted to walk over and punch him in the face but refrained. Instead he let loose a wry chuckle running his hand tiredly over his face. "Thought I made it clear I don't want to talk about this limey."

But England didn't fall for the bait. Instead he sat and watched him, inspecting his minute reactions and probably cataloging them in some brain folder titled 'Prussia's Issues.' Gott, he hated this. It was a loaded question too; one that he knew the answer to right off the bat but didn't want to voice it because it sounded so horrible and it made him feel guilty.

"You don't have to –,"

"Shut it," he snapped and took deep breathes. England had him cornered. If he didn't answer there would still be that question hanging between them and it would annoy the fuck out him until he explode and did something stupid, probably get himself thrown out or something. As it was, he couldn't afford that, not unless he wanted to go back to Germany feeling even more depressed and not to mention there would be this new awkwardness between him and England. He really didn't want that. Really.

"Let me just say, 'fuck you.'"

England offered him a crooked smile.

Silence. Prussia flexed his hand and finally, "No. Not anymore. But I did."

As soon as those words left his mouth, it was like he couldn't shut up. "After I got better from the illness, I hated him. Told myself every night that I hated him. I treated him like shit, causing messes, making him clean it, bluntly insulting him, mocking him, and going off all night, even days without telling him and then showing up drunk. He tolerated it, probably his way of letting me vent because he couldn't imagine what it felt like to not be a nation anymore." Prussia recalled those months; how he'd always felt angry and frustrated and how his brother's sad and hurt face just pissed him off even more. It had been a never ending cycle.

"One night though, I realized why his worry and pain affected me so much and decided that I should stop being a dick. It's impossible to hate your own brother, you know?"

Of course England knew.

"It still didn't stop me from resenting and envying him but instead of taking it out on him, I just started feeling like shit. Funny how that works." He stopped and eyed England. "So there you go princess. My life so far. Anything else you want to know?"

"No," he answered distractedly. He was in deep thought, in a world of his own. This all sounded oddly familiar to him and a feeling of nausea was settling in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to ask Prussia more about the illness, whether it occurred in self-identifying nations. Did – did he almost kill his own…

Prussia had watched in alarm and a bit of sadistic fascination as England's face clouded over with dark feelings. It was a look he was acquainted with, after all Prussia had caught glimpses of his own face when he'd been at his worst. Whatever England was thinking about, it sure as hell wasn't bunnies and rainbows.

"Well if you don't have anymore questions, I've got a couple for you. About these fairies, why can I only see them glowing?"

He patted himself on the back when he watched England focus on him again, the dark cloud retreating. "Glowing? You mean you can't see their individual faces?"

"They have faces? I thought they would be more like insects."

The glowing things jolted and clustered around his face. It didn't take a genius to see that they weren't too happy about his comment. Prussia was only mildly freaked out. "They're not attacking me, right?" he asked, looking over at the Brit for help.

He just looked amused. "No, but their words alone could be knives."

"Glad I can't hear them then."

"You wouldn't be able to understand them if you could."

Prussia laughed. "So what, they speak fairy?"

"If that's what you wish to call it."

It amazed him but Prussia swears he'd never seen England smile so sincerely before. It made him feel good, the kind of good he felt when he helped elderly women cross the street or when he buys a homeless person food to eat or even when he helps out the younger micronations in their cute attempts to become nations, giving them advice and stuff.

He feels kinda free too. He just told England his darkest secret and he feels light. Literally, he's hiding nothing from him and it's actually a good feeling too. He's relaxed, England looks relaxed. He wants to keep it this way.

"Hey, what can you tell me about the green see through thing? You know the one that looks like a bunny but with wings?"

"You've seen Flying Mint Bunny?" England asked his eyes wide and excitement seeping from his voice.

Prussia raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you call it?"

"Not 'it.' Please do refrain from insulting my friends."

It was the start of a very animated and interesting discussion.

A/N: Well, I finally updated. School has actually been taking up much of my attention so this was put to the side for a bit. Hopefully this really long update makes up for the lateness. Since it's so long, there are probably many, many, many mistakes and if anyone catches some don't be shy on telling me. Um, what can I say? Oh, sorry if Spain, France, Hungary, and Germany are oc. They actually sort of made their way in the story but now that they're here, you can bet they will be causing some trouble. Last part of the chapter is probably crappy.

Notes:

Brandenburg – a Germanic state which apparently became one with Prussia. Before being Kingdom of Prussia he was Brandenburg-Prussia.

Translation:

Tschau – bye (I thought it was appropriate for Germany to use seeing as how it's the German way of saying Ciao).