Epic: Viva's not here (at the moment) and Lily's outta service for a bit (because reasons, so basically leave your love in the reviews or I WILL KILL YOU) so I am posting PruFran! Idk why it took me so long to write. NaNoWriMo might have been a part of it... XP

Anyway, that's all! And if you'll remember, Snape from A Very Harry Potter Musical had just shown up, so yeah!

"Oh no," groaned England. "America, it's your stupid rip-off of my best book series ever."

America grinned. "It's not stupid! It's better than the original!"

England jumped onto the table. "Not true!"

America also jumped onto the table. "Yes it is true!"

Snape looked imperiously at them all. "What the hell are you all talking about?"

"About how you're better than the original Snape!"

"Are not! You're way more lame! And how come, if you don't even have equal marriage rights, you have Snape and Dumbledore be gay for each other?" England asked in outrage.

America opened his mouth to snap out a reply but stopped when he realized he didn't actually have one. Subdued, he sat back down at the table, staring sadly down at the floor like a kicked puppy. England grinned victoriously at him, then turned to America's version of one of his most prized characters.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" he asked imperiously.

Snape stared imperiously back. "Hungary sent for me, of course."

England stared. "Why?"

Snape shrugged. "I don't know, that's why I'm here!"

England turned to Hungary, but started when he saw that she wasn't there. "Where's bloody Hungary?!" he shouted, feeling frustration bubble up inside of him.

France shrugged lightly. "I have no idea. She left about the time when Snape came in and I didn't think to ask where she was going."

"Well… Well, did she say anything?!" England asked.

"Hmm… now that I think about it," France said with a sly grin, "I do recall her saying something about… um… Oh, that's right! She said that Snape was the new judge because she had a lunch date!"

England's jaw dropped- and basically the jaws of everyone else in the room -and they all just stared at France, who was looking rather smug.

Snape, however, looked around at them all. "Oh, so I'm in charge now…?" he asked with a strange-looking smirk.

"Yes, I would suppose so," said France. He pulled a nail-file out of his pocket and touched up his nails, then pulled out a small hand-held mirror and checked his hair. Once he was done with that, he got to his feet. "I would like to go with Prussia, if you please, Snape."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Prussia doesn't exist."

Instantly there was a huge banging noise as Prussia hopped onto the table. He stomped over to where Snape was and jumped down, slinging an arm around France's shoulders.

"I'm motherfucking Prussia!" he said, glaring. "Me! I'm awesome!"

"You don't exist," said Snape. "Really, you don't. You were disbanded like fifty years ago or something-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" yelled Prussia, white cheeks growing pink. Understandably, he didn't actually like being told that he didn't technically exist.

France sighed, disdainfully grabbed Prussia's arm and removing it from his shoulder. "Whatever, Prussia. It's pretty obvious that you exist, so just ignore Snape."

Prussia pouted. "Okay, okay… Fine!"

He watched as France looked over the pocky on the table, but after what Snape had said he didn't really want to eat anything. The usual squeamish feeling he got in his stomach when someone reminded him that his country technically no longer existed was there once more, and he didn't want to put anything in his mouth.

France finally settled on a box of peach flavored (but first remarked upon how he hadn't know this flavor of pocky existed and then Japan grabbed a pair of glasses so that he could do the cool-anime-glasses-thing) and then the blond nation reached out and dragged Prussia into the middle of the room.

Spain cheered like the mindless idiot he was as his two best friends entered the pocky-ring, but Romano pulled him back into his seat before he could pull an idiot move and suggest they try a pocky game threesome.

France was the one to reach out and shove the pocky into Prussia's now slightly unwilling mouth, and he was also the one who leaned forward and whispered something in Prussia's ear that made his eyes widen and made him also suddenly start participating.

They crunched forward along the pocky stick, tasting the sweet frosting and the strangely melty hard part until suddenly Prussia jerked back, looking shocked and a bit horrified.

"You licked me!" he said. "You fucking licked me!"

France grinned sensually, eating the rest of the pocky. "You have to do whatever you can to win… Right, Italies?"

Romano shrugged and looked to the far wall, though Veneziano nodded happily. "Of course~ That's what Grandpa Rome taught us!"

Prussia looked disgruntled. "Well… well fine. What do you want me to do?"

France leaned even closer to Prussia, making the pale country look super uncomfortable. What was this idiot planning?

"Prussia… Remember that one time me and Spain made you do something that involved not wearing that much clothing…?" France asked coyly.

Spain suddenly shot up from his seat, pointing at France. "You're making him do that?!" he asked in surprise.

"Yep!" France said cheerily.

Prussia somehow went from white to translucent. "No…" he gasped. "No, please France…!"

Romano looked warily at Spain. "Um… What does he have to do-"

Suddenly Prussia straightened up, looking determined. "FINE THEN. I'LL DO IT. I'LL… UNDERWEAR MODEL."

The entire world- and Snape -stopped still and stared in wide-eyed wonderment as Prussia slowly began to strip off his clothes. First went his tight v-neck t-shirt, then his black belt with the silver buckle, then his tight black jeans, until he was standing in his underwear. And these weren't just any underwear: these were tighty-whities. And not just any type of tighty-whities! These were tighty-whities decorated with the flag of Prussia!

France whistled and Spain clapped while the rest of the countries just blushed and tried to tear their eyes away from the sight.

"Go on!" France said. "Model for us!"

Prussia sighed a long-tortured sigh. "Fine then… I will model for you."

With that, he jumped onto the table and began to walk back and forth, totally shaking his butt and rolling his hips. His audience gaped, but couldn't manage to look away. Even Snape was looking Prussia up and down as if considering acknowledging his existence.

Suddenly the doors opened. Everyone in the room turned around and watched as Hungary walked in carrying a soda. As soon as she saw the shenanigans going on inside she dropped it and yelled, "IS THIS A MOTHERFUCKING STRIP CLUB?! GODDAMN, PRUSSIA, GET YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!"

Prussia blushed and jumped off of the table, quickly pulling on his jeans over his Prussian underwear. "I'm sorry, Hungary! I really am! I'll just leave and never come back-"

"Oh no," Hungary said with a deadpan. "You have to stay. You have to keep playing until the end."

Prussia just stared at her, horrified. "But… I don't want to stay any longer! I have video games to get back to!"

Hungary just laughed. "The show must go on, my stupid Prussian almost-friend. The show. Must. Go. On."

A/N I have like a super soft spot for this pairing... :3 I mean, it's not as good as Spamano or Fem!PruAus, but yeah.

Oh, btw, I will be starting a Fem!PruAus multi-chapter fic soon (because fuck everything why the hell not) so if you wanna check it out, a link to my profile is in OUR profile! X3 If you can't find it, just search Epic. F. Awesomesauce under author. I'm there...