HOLD ON THERE! epilouge means THE END! not really but there wasn't supposed to be more!

but wait! what happened to our favorite Prussian and Frenchman? After angry!Feli scared them away...what happened?

warnings: France and Prussia. nuff said. and I use my OC Nina...a bit.

disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the characters (except Nina).......but Prussia owns my vital regions

Prussia: FUCK YEAH! That's just how awesome I am; so awesome I own the author's vital regions!
me: don't push it.
Prussia: I am hell-a awesome!
me:........Russia~!
Russia: yonda~?
me: Prussia wants to become one with you!
kolkolkolkolkolkol!

Gilbert raided Francis's fridge for beer and/or ice cream. "Damn it, Franny! You don't have any ice cream or beer! Just this sissy wine! You are so un-awesome!" He announced loudly.

Francis sighed. "Gilbert, I got rid of my ice cream because you go nuts when you have some...remember that one time when you dumped milk on Antoine's head? Non(1), I would not let you anywhere near ice cream," He explained. Gilbert stopped to think. A grin split across his face at the memory.

"Tonio looked like a drowned rat! Hehehe...and then his boy toy Lovino hit me with God knows what it was!" Gilbert frowned. "That cranky kid is a bitch," He grumbled. "Nothing like little cute Feli...who is terrifying when he's angry," Gilbert added.

Francis shivered. "Did you see how he looked like he could kill someone? I've seen him like that three instances before: when I tried to steal his food, when I tried to molest Lovino (or was that Antoine?), and when we were playing football(2) with him," Francis shivered.

"He tries to kill people while playing fussball(3)?" Gilbert asked. Francis nodded quickly. Gilbert shrugged. "Didn't know that..."

"Don't you remember when poor Antoine came running to us, all beat up, with Lovino and Feli running after in their football gear shouting about there still being half a game?" Francis inquired. Gilbert nodded slowly.

"Yeah...and Tonio is pretty good at futball, too," Gilbert replied. Then he perked up. "Where is that idiot?" He suddenly asked.

"With Lovino," Francis replied. Gilbert pulled out his phone. "Ah, mon ami(4), I wouldn't..." Gilbert ignored him, like always, and pressed the phone to his ear. He groaned, signaling no one answered. "Didn't you hear me? Antoine is with Lovino," Francis stressed. Gilbert redialed.

"Come on, pick up pick up pick up~!" He muttered, shifting from foot to foot impatiently.

"What the fuck do you want, Albino Potato Freak?!" Gilbert yelped, dropping the phone. There was a series of Italian swear words, with Spanish whispers in the background.

"U-uh, sorry Lovino...the awesome me has to go," Gilbert chuckled. He was not scared of a temperamental Italian!

"Stop calling Antonio, damn it! If you call one more time-!" Gilbert quickly hung up. Francis laughed.

"I told you, mon cher(5), but did you listen? Non!" Francis smiled. Gilbert sighed, grabbing some cheese from the floor...which he dropped.

"Ah, shit!" Gilbert swore, bending over to pick it up. (A/N: no! Prussia, not in front of France! Don't drop the soap...er, cheese!!!) Francis smirked lecherously. He stood, wrapping his arms around the smaller man's waist. "Holy shit!" Gilbert yelped. Francis laughing evilly.

"Let's go have some fun!" He sang, failing to see Gilbert grab Elizabeta's frying pan (A/N: why was it at France's house and why does everyone decide to use Hungary's attack??? Romano too!).

"HUNGARIAN ATTACK!

"OUCH!"

Gilbert smirked at Francis, who glared back and put the ice pack back on his head. "Why did you come to my house anyway, you bloody frog?" Arthur grumbled, shooting said Frenchman a glare.

"But mon cheri Angleterre(6), I love you too much to-oof!" Francis pushed the angry Brit's fist away from his face. "Fuck, Arthur, that hurt!" He hissed. "I actually came here for precieux(7) Paige," Francis purred, directing his gaze to the little brunette behind Arthur's leg. She put up her middle finger to him, causing him to make an offended sound.

Arthur ushered Paige into the other room. "I'll take you home to Nina Island after I deal with the stupid frog, okay?" He told her. She nodded and skipped off.

"Why don't you let me take her to my house?" Francis purred. Arthur shot him a glare, walking over and pulling the beer away from Gilbert.

"You're so un-awesome. Just bask in my awesome-ness for a bit and then you'll be a little better!" Gilbert chimed. He made a grab for the beer, but the short Brit was faster, pulling it away quickly.

"You want to come over to my house instead, oui?(8)" Francis gave a lewd grin. He ducked to avoid the shoe that was aimed for his face.

"I want you two out of my house!" Arthur demanded, pointing a finger at the exit. Gilbert jumped to his feet, facing Arthur with a retort on the lips. Unfortunately, he left his back vulnerable to a certain young island.

"Nii-san~!(9)" Paige jumped onto the Prussian's back, causing him to stumble forward. "This is the awesome-est piggyback ride ever! From the awesome-est ex-nation ever!" Paige giggled.

Gilbert momentarily sulked for the 'ex-nation' statement. "I know I'm awesome, little cutie, but now you need to get off my back!" Gilbert rushed, glancing at the livid Englishman. Arthur glared at Gilbert as if the silverette had shouted, 'Hey, Paige! Come jump on my back and flash everyone your panties!'

Paige jumped off his back, giggling. She flashed Francis a dirty look as he stalked up with his Rape Face on. She picked up Arthur's coffee table ("Ah, Paige, not my table, please!") and threw it right at the Frenchman. "Go away!" She shouted, stomping one converse-clad foot. Francis glared back, sticking out his tongue childishly and walking out the door.

"Well, the awesome me better be going," Gilbert announced as Arthur started to clean up and Paige skipped off to look for her bunny. Arthur waved goodbye without even looking up.

"Uh-huh, bye."

"And I'm taking the beer with me," Gilbert added, grabbing said beer from the table.

"Uh-huh, bye."

"And...and I'm popping your tires before I leave!" Gilbert added, now angry at being brushed off.

"Uh-huh, bye."

Gilbert smiled pervertedly. "And I'm going to seize Mattie's vital regions again~!" He sung, starting to run as he knew he should.

"Uh-hu-WHAT?!?!"

"Run, Franny, run!"

shitty ending is shitty. I just had to do the last part.....I love PruCan!

1 : (French) no. duh!
2 : (French) soccer. Only America calls it soccer. And we play football with our hands! dumbasses! (I'm Canadian at heart, I bet)
3 : (German) soccer. actually it has this weird B lookin thing. thank you incurableoptimist24 for telling me about the weird B also being two s's =
4 : (French) my friend.
5 : (French) my dear.
6 : (French) my darling England. France is strange...
7 : (French) precious. I think France is suicidal. He knows England is protective of his little sister Nina!
8 : (French) yes. duh!
9 : (Japanese) big brother. Correct me if I'm wrong but it might just be brother.

I love the Bad Touch Trio. I just wish Spain was there...I'm getting ideas kukukukukolkolkolkolkol