Prussia was in trouble. He was in big trouble, and he knew it. West is totally going to kill me for getting arrested again. I hope he doesn't take away my beer...

Currently, he, France and Spain, as well as a few other nations, were sitting outside a police station in Rome, getting questioned by about a dozen or so police officers holding notepads, batons, and guns. France was complaining that the heat was making his hair frizz, and Spain...Spain was surrounded by about half the police officers, handcuffed to a lamppost, and loudly protesting his innocence and that carrying an axe was perfectly legal. Said axe was being guarded by two of the remaining police officers, who were making sketches of it to show to the courts as evidence. Austria and Hungary were being questioned for their involvement, as well as Hungary getting her frying pan confiscated earlier for using it to resist arrest by hitting a policeman with it on the head. A rather tired, irate-looking Germany was trying, for the third time, to explain to the police what had happened within the last day or so. This was being made rather difficult, seeing as he had to speak while correcting Feliciano's side of the story, which was being babbled by said Italian while he clung to his friend's arm.

He and his friends had been here for several hours now, and there had been little to no progress. This was not so much the fault of the police as it was Spain's fault for getting them all arrested in the first place.

The stupid moron just had to go on a rampage over Romano becoming a mother. I still don't understand what he sees in such a sourpuss, but I guess that love really is blind. Blind, and deaf too. What the hell was he thinking, running off and getting his axe to go hunt the father down with? I knew that he's close to Romano, but I didn't think he'd still be nuts enough about him to go off on a freaking manhunt...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Prussia watched, in a mixture of amusement and exasperation, as Spain marched back and forth across Germany's living room, eyes blazing with confusion and a raging anger not seen since his conquistador days. His hands waved back and forth in the air, making exaggerated gestures, as he hissed insults and death-threats under his breath in Spanish and English. Prussia couldn't make much of it out, but from the sound of some of the threats, Spain was going to hunt Romano's "baby-daddy" down and torture him with castration with a dull spoon, running him over with his bull, and then setting all his turtles on him.

France, who'd taken up Feliciano's offer of a drink, was sitting on the couch, sipping a fresh glass of chilled red wine, an elegant eyebrow raised in amusement as he watched Spain shout and gesture and march about like the jealous lover of an overdramatic soap opera. "Really, mon ami, do you honestly feel that upset over Romano becoming someone's maman? I'd have thought you'd consider such a thing sweet..."

Spain looked up, his hands still frozen in a gesture mimicking the brutal strangulation of an unfortunate someone. ""Of course I do! My Lovi is a mama and he didn't even tell me! Why wouldn't he tell Boss? Oh my god, maybe he didn't say anything because he had the kid with a jerk, and the stupid bastard left him and the kid all alone!" At this statement, Spain's already furious gaze seemed to turn such a dark green it looked almost black, red-hot rage burning clearly. The hand gestures of strangulation promptly changed to violent tearing and slashing motions, fingers twitching and curling as if to draw blood.

Prussia winced at his friend's terrifying demeanor, wondering if it was a good idea to even have told the news to Spain. At first, he would admit, it had been quite funny to see his friend's shocked expression, and then watch him faint in surprise. But the reaction afterwards hadn't been as pleasant: Spain had gone off a raging tangent, apparently convinced that Romano had not informed him of the child because the "father" was a terrible person, and as Romano's "Boss", it was only fair to be concerned enough to want to beat the jerk's head in, or chop it off with his axe. Or possibly both.

Both France and Spain were surprised, however, when Spain declared that he wanted help in "beating the jackass's sorry face in!". Calls were made to Austria and Hungary, who both were persuaded to help with the "manhunt". Prussia thought it was because Hungary usually thought of such things as "tragic yaoi stories", and Austria would agree to go because Hungary was going.

So, after a while, both nations had arrived, and then, when no one could figure out how to find the "jackass" they were hunting, Prussia had offered for them to use Germany's car. Protests by Germany against this were resolutely ignored, and everyone piled in, driving off to Italy to go ask Romano "who the father was". Spain's axe had been recovered from his house first, and to Prussia's inward worry, it had been sharpened to a blade finer than any razor. He shuddered at what Spain had done with that axe before, and how he'd use it now.

Of course, they hadn't counted on being accosted by the Italian police while on the way to Romano's house. Apparently, Germany's safe-driving had resulted in the car being viewed as going too slow, and when the police pulled them over to talk, one of them noticed the glint of Spain's axe in the backseat, and then had immediately arrested them all for driving in an unauthorized manner and possessing an illegal weapon. Hungary's frying pan was confiscated when she tried to "persuade" (i.e. hit) one of the police officers to "keep their perverted selves away from Roderich!", when said police officer took a liking to the elegant man and tried to ask him out on a date.

Prussia had to admit, that man had guts to ask out someone they'd just arrested, especially considering that said arrested person's overprotective ex-wife was right next to them at the time. He hoped that the new bump on his head from being hit with the frying pan had been worth it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~IN THE PRESENT TIME~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Germany sighed, before taking out his wallet and a pen and turning to the police officer in front of him. "How much is the bail here again?"

Upon being told how much to bail was, he could practically hear the pained screams of his checkbook. Feliciano gave him a nervous smile, understanding that the bail amount was causing his friend some sort of pain. "Ve, don't worry, Luddy, when we get home I'll cook lots of pasta to make you feel better!"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache already building up. I need a good beer after all this...

In the background, he heard a sharp, metallic thud, accompanied by several panicked shouts in Italian and the sound of a baton swinging through the air. Austria's voice could be heard, trying to placate the angry war-cries of Hungary as she swung her newly retrieved frying pan around. Prussia was laughing manically.

On second thought, maybe I need a barrel of beer instead...