When Spain came to, he became aware of two things: one, his head was killing him, and two..why did he feel a pair of hands wandering all over his body?
The scent of expensive perfume floated around him, and he looked up to see the grinning face of France, who gave him a wink before turning to Prussia and saying smugly, "See, I told you zhat he would wake up if I did zhat." Prussia frowned at him, muttering something about creepy Frenchman, before hauling Spain to his feet and giving France a slap around the head. "Ouch! What was zhat for?"
Prussia stared at him as if he was an idiot. "I may be crazy, but I'm not as crazy as you. Don't go groping Toni while he's out cold, Franny, that's not awesome." The wavy-haired man merely gave him a hurt look, as if wounded by the words. Prussia knew better than to be fooled. Giving his perverted best friend one more glare, he turned to Spain and handed him a plastic bag full of ice cubes. "Put this on your head before you bleed out like a stuck pig, man. I'm totally blaming you if West finds you bleeding to death all over his freakishly clean floor."
He took the makeshift ice pack, pressing it to his aching head as he asked, "Um, guys, I'm not so sure what's going on. What happened while I was knocked out?"
Prussia grinned maniacally at him. "Well, after you faceplanted on the floor, Feli went and relayed the big news to West, and the guy pretty much had a goddamn meltdown. It was like his brain just short-circuited or something, it was pretty funny. He just stood there for a second or so, like a big statue, and then his left eye got this twitching thing going on, and then he started babbling about how men can't have babies and how it's totally impossible, so Feli panics 'cause he thinks he broke West, so he starts running around screaming for help like a chicken with its head cut off, and then Franny tried to calm Feli down by saying that West just needs some time to reboot, but the little guy doesn't get it and ends up thinking mein bruder's a computer and needs to be plugged in to reboot properly. He went and got a cable from West's office, connected it to the nearest outlet, but then he got stuck. See, he tried to figure out where to plug it in, and then...!"
It took a few seconds for Spain to understand Prussia's ramblings through the haze of pain from his pounding head, but when the message got through, he almost fell over laughing. "Feliciano...he...he tried, tried to-"
He couldn't even finish his sentence, it was too much. Spain fell over, laughing hysterically. France fell over with him, laughter bursting forth as he recalled the events from earlier.
From the other side of the house, a mortified Germany was hiding in his office, an ice pack under his backside as he tried to ignore the shrieks of laughter from his brother and his weird friends. Feliciano had been thrown out of the office earlier, for offering to give his friend's injured body a massage to sooth away the pain from the burns from the cable.
Why can't I have just one normal day, Gott?
The cry of his ditzy Italian's voice from outside answered him: "Ve, Luddy, are you sure you don't want me to massage your butt? I promise I'll be gentle!"
He let his head fall against the hard surface of his desk, scowling. Verdammt, someone up there must hate me. Curse you, Rome. Your grandson is insane...