Germany swung open the bathroom door violently.

"Oppa Pasta Style! AAHHHH! GERMANYYYY!" Italy slammed the door closed.

Germany was taken aback for a moment (having seen Italy in nothing but a towel around his waist and blow drying his hair and singing to his reflection as if it were a girl), but then shouted through the door, as Italy had locked it, "GET OUT! NOW!"

"But Germany-"

Germany continued, "Don't make me break down this door!"

Italy unlocked the door seconds later and opened it to face Germany's scary glare. "EEP!" he cried and tried to close it again, but Germany held it open.

"Out…" Germany spoke calmly. "Now…"

Italy nodded slowly and scurried out. "But, Germany-!"

SLAM!

Germany slid down the closed door with his back and facepalm. He noticed the Italian's clothes on the floor. He sighed and picked them up, opening the door and throwing them out.

Italy shook his head. "Germany's being a meanie-pants again…and he just threw my clothes out on the floor…he-a never does that!" He thought for a moment… "He must be sick…or maybe he's mad?"

Just then, he heard a certain someone else pass Germany's room, the shadow of feet stopped in front of the door, and he knocked on the door. "Vest?" the shadow asked. "Get up, Lazy Vurst! You talk about me…"

Italy started to sweat in panic. Prussia was awake! And the only thing that protected Italy at the moment was Germany's unlocked but closed door. Maybe he could use his towel as a white flag…wait…

Prussia decided to mess with his brother, but he had no idea that Italy was in there, else he wouldn't have done it. He smirked as he wobbled the handle. "Vvvvesssstttt…" he sang.

Italy hid behind the other side of the bed.

"Vaaakkkkeeee upppppppp kesesesesesesese," Prussia laughed. "VAKE UP!" he shouted as he swung open the door, but he was a little surprised that no one was in there. He pouted. So much for scaring West. And he was gonna jump on the bed, too. He noticed the bed wasn't made and that Italy's clothes were on the floor. He smirked again. "Ita's running around naked kesesesesese…." He turned and closed the door again, as he sang down the hall, "I fought ze law und ze law von…."

Italy slowly got out of his hiding place and exhaled in relief. That was close. He didn't know what he would have done if Prussia found out he was hiding…without clothes….

Italy gulped and slowly made his way to the door. He opened it slightly and dared a peek out. It was clear. Italy made his way down the hall, quickly but quietly, and crotched down running like he was on a secret mission…he was, in a way…to find some clothes before Prussia came back or Germany found out about Prussia being in the house.

Italy and Prussia both froze as they heard mysterious whistling coming from Germany's room.

Italy ducked into his room as Prussia turned around to come down the hall, again. As he followed the unusual, care-free noise, he opened the door to Germany's room and continued to the bathroom. He stopped outside, listening behind the door.

"You know I can't smile vifout you…I can't laugh und I can't sing…" Germany sang in the shower.

Prussia tried to hide his snickers, "you can't sing?…you got zhat right…" Prussia was so involved in his laughter; he didn't notice that Germany had gotten out of the shower.

He swung open the door, expecting Italy, but his eyes grew wide at the sight of his insane older bruder in front of him. It was a little awkward….considering Germany wore nothing but a towel around his waist…

They both were frozen for a moment in shock. Prussia grinned, but Germany was the first to speak…or shout, "VHAT ARE YOU DOINGK?!"

"Hey, Vest!" Prussia started.

"OUT! NOWWWW! VHAT ARE YOU DOINGK IN ZE HOUSE?!"

Prussia scoffed and replied, "Coming from a man butt-naked und lives in mein attic…"