A/N - Hello and welcome back Hetalians. Those of you who are reading this, I applaud your loyalty. Thank you! Nothing really to say at the moment, other than to please favorite, follow, review, tell others, suggest anything, and other stuff. We, of course, do not own Hetalia, though we DO own the Rebellion (by law). Now, ON WITH THE SHOW!

CHAPTER 3

Prussia: WHAT!? *starting to blush*

Denmark: Do. . .you. . .like. . .Hungary?

Prussia: I heard what you said! Und NEIN!

Denmark: *smirks* Well, then I guess you don't mind if I ask her out.

Prussia: WHAT?! N-Nein! I-I Forbid it!

Denmark: *calmly* Why not? She is sweet, smart and really cute. .. *with every word Prussia's face gets redder and redder* . . . .and you said it yourself. You don't have feelings for her.

Prussia:*Face has turned as red as a ripe tomato* B-but I don't have feelings for her. I am the great Prussia! I am way too cool and awesome to have such girly feelings.

Denmark: Hmm really? That is not what your face is saying.

Prussia:*slightly panicked* M-My face? What is wrong with my awesome face?

Denmark: Its bright red. You have been blushing ever since I started talking about Hungary.

Prussia: . . . . .It is just my awesomeness showing.

Denmark: That makes no sense.

Prussia: SHUT UP! . . . . . . . *sigh* *buries his head in his hand and mumbles* You are right…..

Denmark: I am sorry, what did you say? *cocks an eyebrow and smirks*

Prussia: *takes his hands off his head, but still mumbles* You are right.

Denmark: One more time.

Prussia: YOU WERE RIGHT, OK? I LIKE HER. I HAVE FOR YEARS! *realizes that he just shouted that and curls up in a ball*

Denmark:. . . .Well you did not have to yell.

Prussia: *whips his head up and glares at Denmark* I hate you.

Denmark: Well, love you too.

Prussia:*sigh* Shut it Dane.

Denmark: So I guess the next step is going out on a date with her.

Prussia: Are you CRAZY?! She HATES me.

Denmark: She blushes whenever she sees you.

Prussia: She wants to KILL me.

Denmark: That was years ago, and it was your fault.

Prussia: . . . Shut. . . .it . . .Dane. . .

Denmark: What? It's true.

Prussia:. . . . . So what should I do?

Denmark: Ask her out, and speak of the devil.

Hungary:*wondering around mumbling to herself* Vhere did zhat frying pan go? I know I had it earlier vhen I was threating Denmark vith it. Hmmmm….

Denmark: Come on, here is your chance. *helps Prussia up*

Hungary: *realizes that Denmark and Prussia are still there* Oh, vhy are YOU TWO still here?

Prussia:*starting to blush* I could ask you the same thing.

Hungary: I vas just looking for my frying pan; I zhink I might have left it here.

Prussia: It would most likely be in the kitchen closet with Denny's axe.

Denmark:. . . . Did you just call me Denny? *horrified look on his face*

Germany: *enters* It is almost 6:30, Denmark. *leaves*

Denmark: Yeah, I better go. I'll see you love-birds later. *Quickly turns and runs after Germany before Hungary had the chance to hit him*

Hungary: So, are you going to help me or not?

Prussia: Hmm? Oh yeah. The frying pan. Follow me. *walks to the kitchen closet and opens it, Italy falls out*

Hungary:. . . .Italy?!

A/N - MWAHAHAHAHA! CLIFF HANGER! :D Go on, keep reading. You know you want to. Asta la Pasta!