"Canadia, dude, you've got to let me in!"
"America, what the hell are you doing at my house?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Well," America explained nervously as he glanced behind him, "I was having a drink with Russia at this random bar when Belarus popped out of fucking nowhere and started trying to kill me. I ran all the way here, Russia was running behind me but when I looked back, he was being dragged away by his foot. Belarus is fucking scary, dude!"
I shook my head but let him in.
"I'm gonna hide under your bed." America declared in his HERO voice as he pushed past me and walked into my house.
"No!" I exclaimed. Wow, my voice was actually above a whisper. It's not that me and Prussia dating is supposed to be a secret, but I don't necessarily want my little brother to be the first to find out.
"Birdie, what's wrong?" Prussia asked as he ran down the stairs pulling on his shirt. His eyes got big when he saw America, "What's he doing here?"
"What am I doing here? This is my brother's house. What the hell are YOU doing here?"
"Scheiße!" I muttered.
"Since when do you curse?" They yelled at me at the same time, they shot each other death glares.
"I guess Prussia is rubbing off on me?" I gulped. Thanks guys, your just now noticing that I curse? Feeling the love here...
"Looks to me like he's doing a whole hell of a lot more than that!" America grumbled as he cracked his knuckles viciously.
"Now now," I said, trying to calm the situation before it got really bad. "Let's not resort to violence. I just got these rugs and would prefer that they didn't get bloodstains in them. How 'bout everyone calms down and I make pancakes. After all, maple is the answer to everything. Besides, don't you have some hiding to do, America? I have a guest bedroom upstairs, third door to the right."
They gave each other menacing looks before grudgingly going their separate ways. I sighed in relief, disaster one averted.