"Fuck you!" Prussia screamed as he threw his beer bottle at Hungary. Hungary managed to dodge it, she crossed her arms and stood her ground. She wasn't scared of him and even if he did managed to hit her she would beat his ass.

"You need to stop this! You hurt Germany every time you're like this!" Hungary dodged another bottle.

"She deserves it!" Prussia hissed.

"She's your sister!" Prussia screamed then slammed his hands on the counter to.

"She ruined me!" Hungary didn't know how to respond to that.

"Hungary?" She heard Germany call from the living room.

"I'm in the kitchen! You stay in there and tell France to come here."

"I'm coming!" France called. He walked into the kitchen to see Prussia chugging down a beer.

"Hey buddy how ya? Grab a beer and let's party!" Prussia said swaying a little bit.

"Prussia I think you had enough, you're causing a lot of damage." France said a little bitterly, he was the reason their date was cut short. Prussia looked hurt for a moment before that smirk of his found it's way back on his face.

"Come on I just started. Why do you sound so upset?"

"I was on a date but because of you it was cut short." Prussia looked guilty which was weird, he never really looked like that.

"I'm sorry man, who was the lucky chick?"

"Your sister." There was silence and the guilty look on Prussia's face turned to anger.

"That bitch? After everything she she did? Wow France." France was really getting tired of Prussia.

"We all did something we're not proud of. She doesn't deserve to be judged. I hurt her, she hurt me and we forgave each other. I have feelings for her and I think you need to accept that." France said keeping his voice calm.

"Fuck that! Where is she anyway? I bet she ran like she always does!" Prussia said pushing past France and into the living room where Germany was.

"So you and France are a thing now huh?" Germany stiffened under his words but nodded.

"You sent him to go and get me to stop drinking didn't you?" Germany shook her head.

"Nein it's not like that." Germany said quietly and Prussia slapped her.

"You think you're so big and bad when you're just a piece of shit." Germany looked at the ground and tried to ignore Prussia but Prussia yanked her hair and forced her to look at him.

"Say you're a piece of shit!" Germany didn't say anything.

"Say it!" Prussia yanked her hair again.

"I'm a piece of shit!" Germany yelled, she had tears running down her face. Prussia slapped her again.

"Yes you are!" Prussia let her go so he could take a sip of his beer. He finished the beer and pouted before his attention went back to Germany who was curled in a ball. Prussia growled before throwing the bottle at her face.

"How can anybody love you?" That comment made Germany cry.

"Shut up!" Prussia yelled.

"Prussia what the hell are you doing!" France yelled running into the living room with Hungary behind him. France saw Germany curled up in a ball with Prussia towering over her.

"Prussia what did you do!" Hungary ran over to Germany's side and helped her up and out of the room. It was only France and Prussia left in the room.

"Do you put your hands on her?" France asked quietly looking down. Prussia looked confused.

"What?"

"I asked, do you put your hands on her?" France asked looking at him.

"Yeah, bu-" Prussia was interrupted by France's fist connecting with his mouth. Prussia could only stand there in shock, he touched his lip and saw that there was blood.

"What the fu-" Prussia was interrupted again by France's fist connecting with the side of his head causing him to fall to ground and blackout.

"Shh shh, it's okay." Hungary said to a whimpering Germany as she cleaned the cuts on her face.

"I-I'm sorry." Germany said quietly. Hungary stopped cleaning the cuts on hugged her tight.

"It's not your fault."

"And don't ever think that." Hungary and Germany looked to see France standing in the doorway. His face was serious and his fist were clenched into fists. He walked over to Germany and gave her a kiss on the forehead before bringing her into a hug.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked then kissed the cuts on her face.

"I deserve it, what he said was true." France hugged her tighter.

"Don't ever say that. You're not a piece of shit, you're not a bitch and you're definitely not a nazi. The past is in the past, we all did something bad during that time." He said through gritted teeth.

"People love you. I love you." France could feel the tears stream down his. Germany hugged him back and cried on his shoulder.

"I love you too."