"GET OUT!" Germany screamed, pushing Prussia in front of him out of his room and down the hall to the front entrance.
Italy watched from his doorway, now dressed. He giggled quietly. He liked it when Prussia got in trouble with Germany. At least it wasn't him, so it was entertaining.
"PFT, Vest!" Prussia insisted, but Germany pulled him outside to talk to him.
Germany didn't realize he wasn't fully dressed yet and his cute neighbor was watering her rose garden when Germany and Prussia happened to meet her glance.
Prussia smirked and jerked his head up at her, flirtingly. Germany turned as red as the roses she was watering. His eyes grew wide in embarrassment and he took a few steps back.
Suddenly, the Italian we all know and love came to save the day. He popped up behind the hedges, seemingly out of nowhere and proceeded to flirt with Germany's cute blonde neighbor. "Ciao, ciao, Bella, Bella," he mused.
Germany saw this as his chance and rushed back inside. Prussia scoffed and decided to take a walk down the street. Besides, Germany will probably forget all about that little incident when he came back, right?
A few hours later, Prussia stumbled up the few steps and walked into the house, as if he were still welcome.
Germany stormed up to him, and stopped inches away from him. "I thought I told you to stay out…" he warned.
Prussia blinked a bit slowly and weakly smiled. His reaction was a little slower than usual…
Germany's eyes narrowed. "You've come back from ze bar, haven't you?"
Prussia scoffed, drunkenly. "Nein," he lied pathetically.
"I can smell it on your breath, don't you dare lie to me," Germany stated.
Prussia's drunken smile faded to seriousness. "Ja, I vent to ze bar, so vhattt?"
"You know vhere ze basement ist," Germany pointed, just in case he had to help him figure out where it was.
"Ja, ja, guten naucht," Prussia burped and stumbled down the basement stairs.
Germany closed the door behind him, but was slightly disturbed by the 'kesesesesesese' noise Prussia made as he descended the stairs to the basement. Germany shook his head and shivered. "Vhy do I keep him here?" Germany asked himself, out loud.
Italy walked by, not even noticing Germany, and whistled a tune rather annoyingly and unnecessarily loud.
Germany sighed and walked back down the hall to his room. He didn't want to be disturbed anymore, as he was working on a new guidebook.
"Hey, Germany, can I use your kitchen?" Italy poked his head into the hall from the kitchen, but Germany had already closed his door. Italy shrugged and said, "I guess it'sa ok. I'ma just make sure to clean up afterwards, ve!"