Chapter3
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Four figures stood watching as the vehicle pulled away. "Don't you think that was a little harsh? Gil got hurt because of it," Spain asked.
"Non, I think it is fine," France answered. "They are no longer fighting and seem to be getting along better now. I think it was a great bonding moment for them." France gave a smirk as the car turned the corner and drove out of view.
"For once I have to agree with the creepy French bastardo. I was tired of listening to fratello complain about the potato bastards fighting," Romano grumbled.
"Ve~ I do hope they won't fight anymore…" Italy said with a slightly worried look.
Prussia was cowering behind an office chair in the corner of a medical room. "Back off you white coated freak," he yelled at the flustered doctor who stood next to Germany. "There is no way you are stabbing me with an un-awesome needle THAT BIG, FIVE TIMES!"
It took some doing, but Germany managed to hold his brother down long enough for the doctors to administer shots, while Prussia howled in pain. "Bruder, calm down it's just a tiny needle," Germany said trying to calm his bother and when the last shot was done, the doctor left to get the things necessary to remove the nail, still in the albino's arm.
"Thank gott that was the last one!" he said with a relieved sigh, before looking over to his brother with a scowl. "And who asked you?! You didn't just get stabbed with a needle in the stomach, five times!"
Germany gave a sigh, when a nurse walked into the room. "Mr. L. Beilschmidt? There is a call for you."
Germany got up and made his way to the lobby, and mumbled to himself, "the self-proclaimed AWESOME Prussia, afraid of a little needle…" On the way he passed the doctor who said he wouldn't need his help this time, making him wonder what the doctor was up to.
"Ja Italy we're fine," he said to the blubbering Italian on the other end. Pulling the phone away from his ear a bit, he listen to Italy's worried ranting. "Gilbert just had to get a few shots and a nail removed from his arm, that's all… What do you mean there is something you have to tell us?... Fine I'll meet you at my place." With that he hung up the phone and sighed.
Prussia stumbled into the lobby and saw his brother. Walking over, he flopped over his shoulder and said, "ha haha! Hey there bruuuuuuuuder! Did you know that when you get a large nail pulled out of your arm… they use this awesome weird stuff so it don't hurt?" Germany looked over and saw the slight red shade over Prussia's face and realised the worst. Prussia had been drugged.
"Great, just what I need," he said with a sigh. "An overly frantic Italian….and a drugged Gilbert….lets go home, Feliciano apparently has something to tell us along with Spain, France and Romano." With that Germany lead his loopy brother to the car.
The drive home wasn't much better though. When they stopped at the intersection Gilbert sat with wide eyes. "Red light…..red light….. red light…. GREEN LIGHT! GO GOGOGOGO GO!"
"Bruder that's the pedestrian light," Germany answered the hyperactive Prussian next to him.
"Ooooooooh….20 points if you leave the shoes!" Prussia then proceeded to laugh hysterically for about a minute. "Dumnkopf," Germany muttered as the actual light turned green. "Always getting us into trouble…"
They had barely began down the road when, "Hey," Prussia said as he poked his bother in the arm. "Heeeeey," he poked again. "Hey Llllllluddy Mc. Wessssssstie pants!" he said as he began to poke Germany repeatedly.
"WHAT?! I AM TRYING TO DRIVE!"
"Pshwaaaa! You screamed like a giiiiirl!" Germany's face turned red when he realised that not only had Prussia heard it, a drugged and loose lipped Prussia remembered. "I did not scream like a girl," he tried to protest.
"Pshahahaha!" Prussia continued. "I was there! And I fell on my face and…" The loopy man stopped for a second before proceeding to sob and cry like a child. "We left the beer behind! ALL ALONE TO FACE THAT MONSTER!"
Germany sighed as they made a turn. "Only you would cry over leaving the beer! On that topic, where did you even hear about that house to begin with?"
Gilbert began to act all sheepishly and bashful. "Sssssssspain~," Prussia sang out like a crushing teenage girl. "Ja," he continued. "The- That ssssexy hunk of a man told me about it. Then Francie told me that you had Stress!" Prussia emphasized "stressed" making it sound like some kind of disease.
"Of course those idiots would be the ones to tell you," Germany mumbled as they pulled into the driveway of their shared house. On the porch were four figures that he instantly recognised in the dim light to be France, Spain, Italy and Romano. "Speak of the devils."
"Hey Wessst, look! All my buddies came to see me," Prussia exclaimed and stuck his head out of the window. "Heeeeyy guys!""
Germany put the car in park before answering the messed up Prussia. "No they came to see both of us." He got out of the car and began to walk towards the group and Prussia did the same, except using the window rather than the door to get out of the car.
"What did you want to tell us," he asked Italy as he walked up the stairs and began to unlock the door. "And Ignore Prussia, they gave him painkillers."
At the sound of his name, the albino walked up and threw his arms around the Spaniard. "Toooooony! Have I ever told you… how awesome you are?
Germany threw his hand over his face. "Let's take this inside," he sighed with exhaustion and invited everyone in.
After a long explanation from the four, and repeated apologies from Italy, the brothers learned that everything that had happened was done by the four of them and that it had been with the best intentions. The only things that grinded Germany's gears was when France said that the house used was one of the fun houses he owned, also the fact that he wouldn't elaborate on what kind of "fun" he was referring to, and the clinging Italian who wouldn't stop begging for forgiveness.
"Tonio, you are so not as attractive anymore," Prussia whined as he stood and walked over to the kitchen. "I need a beer."
Germany finally getting the clinging Italian off, called out to Prussia. "About that bruder... They informed me that the beer you found in the fridge was actually the stuff out of ours," he paused and let what he had said sink in before continuing, "There is no beer."
Prussia's eyes watered up and before he could react, Germany now struggled to remove Prussia. "Weeeeeeessssssssssstt!," he bawled like a certain Italian. "Please! You have to get more! I promise to be a better and awesomer bruder! I'll bring you food and won't even bug you while you work!"
Germany sighed. "Fine, I will go get some now," he submitted. Getting up and shaking Prussia loose he grabbed his keys. "Just don't destroy my house while I'm gone," he warned sternly.
Italy got up and followed Germany to the door. "So you really do forgive this pasta lover right," he asked again for the hundredth time. "Ja Italy, I forgive you," Germany said with another sigh as he opened the door and made his way to the car, Italy on his tail.
"Ish a happy en'ing after aaaaall," Prussia yelled out, before finally giving into his tiredness and passing out on the floor.
AN: A drugged Prussia is pretty amusing to write... Well that's that! I hope you all enjoyed it(or not...) and will share it with people(or not...)! Anyways, please leave a review as to what we can improve on in our next story or what you enjoyed about this one!