Thanks for reading, and to the people who followed and favourited and for the review, you are actually excellent ^_^ I still don't own Hetalia. Also a massive thank you to bamfisawesome for being epic and helping so much with the nyoFrance and nyoPrussia parts because she is just too epic for words.

Nyo Germany

Germany placed the phone back on the table, she was going to need to talk to Romano later...or not, it wasn't technically her phone. She could still hear Italy clattering around in the kitchen. She let out a low sigh, her nerves were shot and she was worrying very badly. She scratched behind Blackie's ears distractedly. That was when she heard it, quietly at first but it was getting steadily louder until the front door was thrown open with a loud crash. "So this year I'm off to sunny Spaaaaaaaaain, Y VIVA ESPAÑAAAAAA!" Sang (read shouted) A heavily accented voice "Wake up West, Spain, France and me are going to Madrid!"

Prussia? Of course she should have known that there would be a double of her sister. Thank God! Germany had dealt with enough shit today and now all she wanted was her annoying, loud big sister to tell her that everything was okay. Sure this person would be a male version of her sister but they were still Prussia and that was the important part.

"Oh, Hey Italy!" Prussia called, Germany heard a responding call from the kitchen. Germany began to usher the dogs off of her lap. The living room door was opened. "Hey, Italy, is this your girlfriend?"

Germany turned around "East?" The red eyed man froze, he looked like her sister. Red eyes white hair, silly grin. The silly grin was fading fast, Prussia had some how managed to go even paler than usual.

"West?"

Germany nodded, and was just about ready to get some kind of comfort from her brother/sister when Prussia started laughing, not just laughing, tears were running down his cheeks and he was having to hold onto the sofa for support. "Oh my God, West. You're a woman! Kesesesese what did you do to eyebrows? Where's the camera!" Prussia was roaring with laughter and red flushed in his cheeks. Germany had had enough. She'd had a spider on her face, her best friend had turned into a cowardly idiot and now her sister, no wait BROTHER was laughing at her! She felt tears pooling in her eyes and she sniffled a little. Prussia's grin froze and his eyes widened "Oh GOD! No, West, Stop crying. It's not awesome, stop crying. Please. I'll do anything, just stop, stop." Prussia babbled frantically patting at Germany's shoulders as she wept noisily. That made it worse because now she was reminded of her real big sister. Germany sniffed and tried to get a hold of herself, she hadn't cried in a long time, something about Prussia's reaction told her that her male counterpart didn't cry often either. "Ve, what did you do to her!" Italy yelled suddenly emerging from the kitchen with a tray of food and drinks.

Germany

There was a knock at the door, Germany opened it without thinking, it was his house in a round about way. What stumbled into the house was what could only be described as complete and utter chaos in three pairs of high heels. What struck him immediately was that one of them looked uncannily like his brother, there was another who was laughing happily with her hair tied back in a brown bun. Those two were carrying a woman with blonde hair who had slung an arm around each of their shoulders.

"Hello?" he said

"Whoa there, I think Italy got herself a boyfriend!" Exclaimed the white haired girl.

The brown haired one grimaced "Romano will go crazy, he looks pretty German to me"

The blonde went to say something but was interrupted when Italy bustled past Germany and pulled the trio into the house. The brown haired one let go of the blonde and hugged Italy tightly "You got a boyfriend, well done! But you can tell Roma yourself, huh" she beamed.

Italy hugged back and then wriggled out of her arms. "I don't have a boyfriend, Spain," She turned to the white haired one "And I thought you said you were going to take France to A&E you said she broke her arm"

The white haired girl laughed "That? Oh no, France actually broke her fingernail, but with the screaming we thought she was gonna die"

The blonde kicked at the white haired girl "I fell off a table! I think I had the right to scream!" she said indignantly.

Italy groaned "I was counting on you being alone, Prussia" Prussia? Well, that made sense.

Prussia wriggled her eyebrows "Oh, were you now? You know I'm with Canada," she smirked and elbowed her in the ribs "Come on, I'm joking, You always laugh at my jokes"

Italy frowned "I'm not really in a laughing mood," she said, holding her hands up to stop the distraught voices around her "Prussia, this man here is Germany, don't ask me how it happened, but it's true"

Prussia let go of France's arm and she fell face first onto the floor, France let out a flurry of swear words as she picked herself up off the floor and gave Prussia a reproachful look as she straightened her hair.

"Germany? West, seriously?" Prussia stammered, and then came the laughter. Germany didn't know what to do. He was upset, actually upset, he'd had a hard day and to be honest he was fed up.

Prussia pulled him into a hug "Look at you, short arse! If I was a man I'd be at least a foot taller than you, and three times as strong!" She announced proudly, ruffling Germany's hair.

"Brother, can you not?"

Prussia cackled manically "I think you mean sister, West. You're so weeeeeeeeeeedyyyyyyyyy!" Germany didn't know what to do, he wasn't used to being near this many women all at once.

Italy

Italy stood in the kitchen, he had no idea what sort of drink to get Germany. Women liked wine? Right? Yeah, he usually got women he liked wine and it usually worked just fine. But Germany was Germany and Germany liked beer...and did Germany have wine anyway? He didn't think so, he'd checked all the cupboards. Eventually Italy gave up and poured a bottle of beer into a wine glass because it may as well look pretty. He heard Prussia enter and welcomed him home. Then he heard a surprised sound but didn't really listen because he was rifling through the fridge for some kind of food, he settled on some ginger bread which he found in the cupboard. He arranged the things on the tray beautifully and carried them out to the living room. What he was greeted with was a tearful Germany and a frantic Prussia, he'd only been in the kitchen for five minutes, what the hell had happened. "Ve, What did you do to her?"