How Prussians Annoy Floridians

By DCoL; Requested by Mimzy94

Chapter 8: Mall

"What time are they meeting us here again?" asked the brown haired girl with the curl.

"I don't know," huffed the blonde with ponytails. "You know those three. Bloody Hell, why did they even ask us here?"

"Who knows; I'm single and that's only reason I'm here," shrugged the last girl, who had a pink flower in her hair.

If it wasn't obvious, Big Sister Romano, England, and Hungary are the three women talking here. The trio of women were waiting in a Starbucks at a local English mall, for another specific trio to show up.

And just as the three women thought the men would never keep their promise, around the corner walked in Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio.

"About time you bloody idiots got here; what took you so long?" Elizabeth asked, slightly peeved.

"Well we couldn't just walk to your home," Spain explained. "Having your country on an island has always been a down fall."

"I didn't choose to be founded here," she grumbled.

"Enough! We have a long day ahead; let's get started!" France blurted enthusiastically. He grabbed Elizabeth's arm and half lead, half dragged his frenemy with him and towards some perfume store.

Spain chuckled. "I'm so glad we're not like that Lovina," he said to South Italy. The brown haired girl mumbled something crude. The two followed the two blondes suit.

Gilbert and Elizabeta stared as the other four left. "Well we better get going I guess," Hungary shrugged.

"Sure whatever," Prussia shrugged. He smirked. "Come on, let's go." He took his friend's hand and rushed after his other friends.

Elizabeta let herself be led. She wasn't one for Gil; but as a single woman (and since Austria insisted on keeping his distance) Hungary had agreed to go on this triple 'date' of sorts.
It was almost depressing, since being single reminded her that she and Austria weren't together anymore. She didn't want to leave him; it was her boss-at-the-time's idea.

She sighed. "Why did you ask me of all people to come? There are plenty of girls you could've asked; why me?"

Prussia shrugged, not really knowing himself. "I've known you forever; why not ask you?
"Besides; you should feel lucky to spend a day with the awesome Prussia."

"Sure whatever," she shrugged again.

Not far off, four states were romping around in the Washington Mall.

"Let it be said, we're never going to Victoria Secret again," Alabama grimaced.

"Agreed," Florida said as she shivered from remembrance.

"Peaches, you agree?"

"First off, never call me Peaches," Georgia corrected. "Second off, why did we go to Victoria Secret in the first place then?"

"Because Louis got Francis' perverted intentions," Florida said.

"Did not! And for your information, Spain is my brother too; and he owned me for a longer time as well! If anything, I'm more like America though!" protested the dirty-blonde that was Louisiana.

Jezabel rolled her eyes. "Whatever Louis." The four continued onward. The four southern states had promised each other that on their next couple days off, they would all hang out with each other. A few of the other states were at the mall as well, but their not to important.

The next stop was the food court (since all the southern seemed to have big appetites). No one went to the same station; Louis chose a Popeyes, Carol chose Zaxby's, Marcus chose Jack's, and Jezabel found herself in line at a Tijuana Flats. As she looked at the menu and stood patiently in the extremely long and boring ride, her phone rang. She picked the Iphone out of her pocket and took a look at the caller ID; for the first time in a long time, she was surprised to see Gilbert's number and face as the ID.

The state let out a huge sigh, but smiled and answered. "So what is Lord Awesome calling me for?"

"Hey Jezabel! I just need some advice on something. So, I, the Awesome Prussia, am in a predicament; actually all three of us are."

"Did you set fire to something again?" Jezabel asked with a monotone voice, knowing instantly what "all three" meant.

"No, it's more complicated than that."

"Then spill you white haired freak."

Gil paused. "Well since you're a girl, I need to know, if you were going on a date, where would you go to eat?"

"…Are all three of you on a date?"

"Yeah; Antonio's with Lovina, Francis asked Elizabeth, and I'm with Elizabeta."

Jez laughed curtly. "The first pairing I get, but Lizzy more or less hates Francy Pants, and Hungary still likes Austria; more or less, right?"

"Yeah basically, but we need help! None of us planned where to go!"

"So you're telling you took these three lovely ladies out on a date, you don't even know where to go for dinner?" Florida stressed.

"Hey I'm rusty ok?" the albino defended.

Jez was about to answer when she was called next to be served. "Look, I'm gonna put you on hold for a moment." Before the ex-country could protest, Jez pressed the mute button and smiled brightly at the female cashier.

"Boyfriend?" the cashier asked.

"No, just a boy that is a friend." The cashier laughed and the state politely ordered her chicken Quesada. Then she met her brothers and sister at a table in an area exclusively for the states and America (and guests).

"Oh that looks great!" Marcus drooled, his green eyes sparkling.

"Hey eat your own meal," fended Jezabel. She set it down carefully and looked to Carol. "Guard this with your life, you hear?"

"Where are you going?" Georgia asked.

"I have business to attend to," replied the blonde as she walked off. She unmuted her phone, hearing Gil hollering in German at who she thought was Hungary, since the one yelling back was speaking Hungarian.

"Yo Prussia, speak to me buddy," she said causally.

Gil's yelling stopped. "Oh you're back; 'bout time to. Elizabeta's throwing silverware at my head!"

Florida pinched her brow with her free hand. 'What on Earth did you do?"

The clang and crash of glass resonated in the background of the speakers. "Well, we took the three to a really nice little English coffee shop. It was fine up until the pint when Francis started groping Lizzy's butt-"

"Again?"

"Yes. Anyway, Antonio was being as polite as possible-not as polite as the Awesome Prussia- and then he said something that really ticked Lovina off, and—" CRASH! More yelling in pissed off German. "—and then she slapped Tony and stomped off. Antonio followed her though; he's such a puppy dog.

"Anyway, I, believe it or not, did something to piss of Hungary, and she started throwing crap at me! Can you believe that?"

"Actually, yes I can. Did you call Hungary a boy again? Or did you make fun of her once thinking she was a boy?"

"Probably both," came Francis' voice.

"Did not! I'm too awesome!" Prussia endorsed.

"Uh huh. Anyway, two things; first off, Francis, your half-brother Louis was acting perverted today at a Victoria's Secret," Florida said

"I am such a wonderful teacher," the other blonde cracked.

"And number two; where's Lizzy in this entire mess?"

"Oh she's helping Hungary."

"Gotcha. Anyway, if I don't get back to my table, Alabama is going to try and eat my food. So I'm gonna hang up now; call me later on Skype, 'k?"

"Wait! Don't' leave us!" France and Prussia said in almost perfect unison.

'Good luck!' was the last words those two heard before the phone went dead in Prussia's hand.

The two looked to each other. Feminine shadows rose behind the two. Both cursed in their own languages.

Florida, meanwhile, returned to her table to the sight of Carol fighting off Marcus with stick (since they were eating outside it was easy to find one).

"I told you you're not eating Jez's food! Now sit your ass down!" threatened the normally calm Georgia.

"Whoa guys," Florida said. She looked at Marcus. "Do as she said and sit your butt down." Marcus reluctantly did as he was told (with anime tears in his eyes).

(PS: the BFT made it out mostly alive and the Marcus was finally forced to go get his own food)

Dear Readers,

BWHAHAHAHA! I LEAVE THE AWESOME PRUSSIA TO DIE! (Not really, I swear. He's alive in the next chapter)

My friend Mimzy94 requested this story (sort of). She wanted the guys to, basically, go on a date. I myself am not a PrusHun or FRUK shipper, but it worked for me. I am, however, a SpainxFem!Romano shipper though :3

The restraunts, FYI, that the states each went to started in their home states. Look 'em up.

Hope you like it Mimzy!

Love,
DCoL