AN: Sheesh, I'd planned to have this entire fic completed by now… I'm sorry for the delays, but University started and life got hectic. If chapter 5 isn't up in two weeks, someone give me a poke – I'll rectify the situation immediately!

Disclaimer: Still don't own Hetalia. I think we can all agree that this is probably for the best…

France laughed. "If that is all that concerns you, mon ami, then do not fret! I shall make you a proper breakfast, oui?" he glanced at England for confirmation.

For once, England didn't argue and merely looked resigned. "I dragged you here. I suppose the least I can do is give you a meal."

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"I'll ask again," France expertly flipped an egg in the pan, "How did you keep us all from noticing your… ah, more distinctive features all these years?"

"Glamour." Prussia replied easily from his place at the table. The conversation had been moved to the kitchen, for the sake of convenience and because Prussia had flat-out refused to answer any more questions until he was fed. "'s a kind of disguise magic. You saw West use it before he left."

France recalled the brief distortion in the air that had occurred before and nodded, then glanced over at England. "I'm surprised you aren't asking more questions about this, mon amour."

England snorted. "I already know about glamour and the like, France. I'm the 'crazy Brit' who plays with his imaginary friends all the time, remember?" he gave Prussia a speculative look. "It's more a matter of finding out how good he is at elven magic and how much elven blood he's got in him that interests me. I know it's enough to use glamour and have the Sight."

Prussia looked amused. "Who says I've got the Sight? And what makes you think I'm not full elf, Artie?"

England gave him a pitying look. "If you've got enough elf in you to use glamour, then you've got the Sight. Besides that, you used to be a nation, Prussia. That means you're at least partially of nation stock." He paused and then peered at Prussia more closely from his seat across the table. "That's why you're still here, isn't it? Your elven blood."

Prussia looked down at his cup of milk (England didn't keep coffee in his house and had flatly refused to give Prussia a beer), "It might be." His tone was casual, but his shoulders were tense. "I mean, it's not like we really know how we work – why some of us disappear and others just change, why some remember and some forget…"

France decided to interject before the conversation delved any deeper into such depressing territory. "Can you explain some more about this glamour, mon ami? I thought it was looks only that it affected, non? That it would not hold up to a touch…?"

England turned in his chair and raised an eyebrow at him. "So. You do pay attention to me sometimes."

France gave a winning smile. "Oui."

Prussia's own grin was back. "Normally, ja, that's how elven glamour works, but West and I are different like that – we can cause actual physical changes about small things… like ears. We can maintain the glamour longer, too. I'm better at it than Opa Germania was, and West is even better at it that the awesome me! He can cast and hold a constant glamour for about a month before it starts to even make him tired, and another two weeks before he starts running the risk of it failing on him!"

England whistled. "Impressive."

France nodded, "Oui. Admitting anyone is better than him at anything – I thought I'd never see the day!"

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Prussia... why do you keep trying to do a nose-dive into angst on me? Seriously, my head-cannon of Prussia is not particularly dark. I just keep tripping over all these sensitive topics in this fic...

'Opa' is German for 'grandpa'. Prussia referred to Germania as 'grandsire' earlier because I was trying to make him sound formal and serious, and I don't know a more formal word for grandfather in German, though I'm sure there is one out there. Prussia is referring to him as 'Opa' now because he's feeling relaxed and casual.

I'm not as solid on the specifics of glamour as I am on other things, but I'm pretty sure I got it accurately. I'm going for more a mix of folklore than one specific branch of it. And it seems very natural to me that Germany would be good enough that he could maintain a glamour for a long time and even in his sleep (Which, coincidentally, is why Italy hasn't figured anything out yet...).

Also, the milk. The fae have a link to milk - you left a bowl out for the brownies or fairies to earn their favour, and elves used to steal it. To me, this points to an undeniable fact: the fae really like milk! So, since Prussia can't get beer, he's gonna go for the next best thing! ^^! ...yes, have just proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am a total geek about fantasy and such. Which you had probably figured out as soon as you saw I did this fic... ;)