Author's note: Wow! I didn't expect reviews so quickly! Makes meh very happy :D, As Promised Chapter two!
Disclaimer: I asked to have the rights for my Birthday…I'm still waiting on that…
Chapter two
When you least expect— Ow!
Germany walked around a corner, heading for the kitchen to fix breakfast. Why do I always get up so early to make breakfast? Oh right, Osten…Well at least the man wasn't around right now, god only knew what'd happened last night. He's woken up with a major migraine; it rivaled that of a hooker's on payday…But anyways, nothing that bad could've happened…right? Germany walked into the kitchen and headed for the fridge. Upon opening it a cold burst of air shot into his ear canal.
"Kesesesesese, vhere are jour var insincts, bruder?" Dang it! The man was sneaky…
"Vhat do jou vant, Osten?" He was desperately hoping he could get out of this without whipped cream in his ear.
"Oh, nodding really…justd Waaa!"
"Italy triumphs~ve!" Great, now he was going to have to clean caramel syrup off himself.
"Neeeeerrrrrrrmmmm, vvrrrrroooommm vrrrroooooom! Beep beep!" Germany pushed the (now sticky) Prussian off his chest and looked at what was next. For the love of all that was good, could he not just make breakfast?
"Mein Gott…" Ludwig swore right there and then, he would get them for this. Looking down the hallway, you could see into the living room, where a projector was running. Ludwig looked in horror to see himself and all the other Nations on the screen.
"You know…I nevah wanted to fight ya, Luddi…But (giggle) lemme tell you a secret…" A woozily drunk America pulled the equally as drunk Germany close to his chest, his glasses slipping off his nose slightly. America started to laugh, the rest of the Nations were being led into some kind of strange dance by Italy and Prussia.
"Luddi! Com'ere, I gotta tell ya a secret…(giggle) I, Alfred F. Jones, loave ya, Luddi!" Oh, god, oh please say nothing else happened! The drunken group of Nations started to really get into the strange dance, Prussia and Italy dragging the two 'love birds' into it.
"Ok ~Ve! Puuuuuuut your riiiight fooot iiiiinnn! Puuuuuut your riiiiiight fooooot oooouuuutttt! Puuuuut your riiiight fooot iiin and yooouuuu shaaaaaake iittt aaaaallll about, do the hoakie-poakie and you turn yourself around, that's what it's all about!" The Drunk Nations attempted to turn around, Russia and France falling flat on their butts.
"Whatd if ze hoakie-poakie is what its all aboutd?" Russia mumbled from his place on the floor before passing out. France, unable to be the only one on his side to fall, reached up and pulled Arthur down with him, the two Nations fell backwards and out of screen-view. Ludwig rushed over and turned the evidence off. No one can see this…
"Well, itd would appear we hef a new zet of love-birds, Luddi." Russia put a sickeningly sweet emphasis on 'Luddi'.
"Hey, jou dit stuff I betd jou voult rather nod hef! I coult show dis tape!"
"Blin! No we hef to getd back at the randoms, we need to find a way to ztop zese prank attacks."
"How?" A dark aura appeared around Ivan.
(See, right there, that violet stuff?)
"We fightd Fire with fire…"
Author's note: Sorry Germany, you will not get out of this without some sort of condiment on ya! And yes, i compare headaches to that of a hooker's. :D lol I need pranks people, preferably group pranks, but anything will work. I need anything and everything from the classic rubber chicken, to faking deaths. Oh, and suggestions are welcome, just leave them with your reviews (PS Reviews are like my life-blood, the more I get the faster I write!) Lets see how far we can take this! Thank ya'll so much T-T - happy tears
Translations:
Blin! – Fuck!
Mein Gott…- My God…
Osten- Ludwig's nickname for his brother, it will always appear in German
"Itlaics!" Denotes the speaking of a different language, if it's in English denotes the speaking of a different language where all parties understand the language.