"Alright guys, now the holidays are over with, let's get back to pranking those jerks!" Sealand command with determination in his voice, looking at his two fellow micro nations, a forgotten and somewhat ticked-off Italian, and an even more forgotten Canadian.

"How are we going to do it?" asked the micro nation Wy.

"I got some. We're going to need bunch of frogs." answered Sebroga as he raised his hand and grinned.

"I have one for Prussia too use on that jerk Germany, including borrowing his underwear."

"What the-?! What are the damn frogs for and why the hell do we need the ***** potato ****'s under where?! Are you trying to make us ***** perverts?!"

"No. I have something planed for that jerk that would make that him remember it for a long time. Oh yes. Sabo you're coming with me to get some beer, Prussia wants to have us trade him beer for his jerk brother's underwear and the only one who can get it.

"Si."

"We're also going to need some hot sauce?"

"Uh..." Canada spoke up. "I got some at my house."

"Good. I can get the frogs with the spell book."

"Wait, you still have that?" Wy questioned.

"No, it's another. I borrowed off of that jerk England when he wasn't looking. He's still thinks that the jerk America has it."

"Okay then."

"So it's settled, let's do this?"

"Yeah!"

"****!"

Later that night, in the house of Germany's, Prussia tipped-toed with a bowl of warm water in his hands and a hot sauce bottled in pocket. The mischievous grin says it all. He was going in to big time trouble, this he knew, but the ex-nation at this point did not care what so ever. This was too awesome too for his awesomeness not do. Care, steady, quiet, he made to Germany's room, sliding the door.

There, his brother lie asleep on his bed with his an arm hanging on the side. Prussia placed the bowl on the German's end-table, picked up his hand, put it in the bowl. Prussia thanked his awesomeness for his awesome ninja-like skills. Kesese! He chuckled to himself. The Prussian might not know how his brother his going to react, however he could tell it was going to be awesome.

The next morning, Germany woke up noticed that his was in the bowl in he peed himself. The German growled, yet was not surprised that his brother used an old, immature, summer camp prank. Ignored his brother's 'lame attempt at a prank,' he gotten read for the day, but soon as he put his underwear on, he felt painful burn in his 'special area.' He took them off and dashed-off to spray that area with a hose.

When he finished, he walked back inside and found the problem. Hot sauce inside of some of his underwear. The German man let out another growl, at the same time he could hear Prussia laugh his butt off behind him. "Kesesese! Damn West is your **** hot down there?! Keseses!"

After Germany beaten up his brother he left for the meeting.

Meanwhile, America sat in his chair, eating a cheese burger, when Romano walked up to him smacked him on the head. "Ow! What was that for dude?!"

"For having one ***** up mirco nation, ****."

"I agree the git seems messed up." England uttered.

"Can't control him dudes, he always been like that." Just then, Germany walked in. Everyone took their seats and the meeting started. An hour passed and... well the meeting gone on just as you suspected it would. Every nation either was doing their own thing, annoying another country, or trying their best to listen in. Nothing new, until a few people heard some noises coming from the air vents.

"What was that?"

"The hero has no clue dude."

"I don't."

"Me neither." At that moment, noises gone-off more before someone went to check it and that nation was China.

"What is up with your stupid westerns your piece of crap vents?!" China said standing a chair. Just then, something leaped out that made Chinese man fall down. Ribbit, a green frog on China's face crooked. "AHHHH! What the-? Cruse you stupid western frogs." China said, while getting the frog of his.

"Honononon! I make some delicious frog leg stew."

"Hell no git, you are not feeding me that dish."

"What?! My food's is well made unlike a certain black sheep of Europe, I know."

"Why you-?!" While England and France stared each other down, Italy played with the frogs that popped out the air vents as on one sat his head. It was then that Germany order everyone to stopped the meeting and capture all of the frogs, witch after a bit of time they did.

When gotten out side however, they spotted a striped pair of red, black and yellow boxers hanging from the flag pole. "Grrrr, Brother!" Germany muttered as he stared with a pink face.

"Ha, ha, ha! Dudes, Germany could pledge allegiance to his own boxers."

"Hononon!" After a while of Germany getting his under wear down, to much of France's disappointment, and the sake of Italy's happiness they gave the amphibians to a pet shop near-by.

At the end of the day, Germany came how to a passed-out Prussia covered in a few empty bottles and with stupid smirk on his face. This however was no surprised to the Germany. He knew that Idiot all too damn well. What shocked him was the string-like mustard all over the living room.

"God; he's an idiot!"