Okay, so I know I said I wouldn't have time, but I surprisingly did. I found some inspiration to write this chappie up, so I present it to you now.

Tony sat with a glass of brandy in his hand, studying the two nations he was to talk to. He had seen Thor go and grab bottles, and had quickly gone to rescue one for himself. He was even kind enough to grab some glasses for his guests. One had gray hair, probably way old given the color, and the other was a girl with flowing blond hair. This would certainly be fun.

"So, do you two have names or do I have to guess?" Tony questioned, swirling his glass mindlessly.

"And I'm France, the romance nation," the nation responded with a rose appearing out of nowhere.

Oh, not a women. Coulda fooled me, Tony thought to himself as he nodded. Time to move on.

"I'm Prussia the great and awesome," the silver-haired man said, pointing a thumb at himself.

The great and what?! Tony thought angrily to himself. Okay no.

"Great and awesome?" Tony mocked. "Last I checked, Prussia is no longer a country."

France glanced at his friend before smirking.

Things just got interesting, the French nation thought to himself, pouring a cup of brandy. It wasn't wine, but it would do in small quantities.

Prussia's eyes narrowed at Tony.

"Come again?" he demanded. "I'll have you know that I ruled this world for a long time as an empire."

"Yeah, until you dissolved," Tony shot back with a smirk.

"Oh yeah? And how long do you think this little country of-" Prussia bit his tongue at that moment. He looked around his area, trying to see if England heard that. He would have been murdered if the other nation heard him say a thing like that.

When he saw that the coast was clear, and that England would not try using him as target practice, the nation turned his attention back to the human, who was, surprisingly, glaring at him.

"Don't make jokes about the kid," Tony responded.

"Yeah well, it still doesn't change the fact that I'm awesome," Prussia said. "You only wish you could reach this level of awesomeness."

Tony scoffed.

"Oh please," the man responded. "You'll never reach the awesome level that is Tony Stark." In a lower voice, one only the three on the couch could hear, he added with a smug smirk, "At least people know I exist."

France sighed, watching steam appear out of Prussia's ears. This would not end well. Honestly, why did America think it was a good idea to let these two talk?

"Oh you so wish!" Prussia retorted. "At least I've ruled the world."

"I basically do that," Tony responded with a smirk, leaning back and taking a sip. "I just don't have the official title."

"Aha! I win that one," Prussia smirked, leaning back against the couch. "Nice try kiddie."

"Are you as obnoxious as this one?" Tony asked France.

"Hardly," France responded.

"Oh please," Prussia laughed, pointing a finger at his friend. "You boast about how many men and women you sleep with. Repeatedly."

"Again, another field you are sorely lacking in," Tony responded, taking a sip. He thought better of his statement and added, "though I'm not including men in that category."

"I have you beat child. I am hundreds of years older than you," France said. "I've had more time. But it's alright; I'm sure you'll catch up eventually."

Tony narrowed his eyes.

"I hate you two," the billionaire snapped, though a small grin was tugging at his lips.

"The feeling is mutual," Prussia responded with a grin.

"Really, it's quite fun to meet humans like you," France commented. "We rarely do. And you're the most fun. I can see why America had us meet up."

"Same," Tony responded. "Though I'm not agreeing with the first part, I'm agreeing with the second. You two are almost as bad as the Brit."

"Awwh, mon cher Angleterre," France chuckled. "He is rather uptight. But if you get his panties in a twist, messing with him becomes fun."

"He wishes he was as awesome as me," Prussia added with a scoff.

Tony perked at this.

"Oh, so it seems we do have a common interest we can agree on," Tony remarked. "And here I thought we'd hate each other forever."

"Oh, I see you've had an encounter with Angleterre?" France asked.

"He was the one to pick up Alfred," Tony responded with a nod. "Had he not shown up, Alfred would still be a member of the team."

"He's not cool," Prussia responded. "Especially not compared to the awesome me."

"Exactly," Tony said with a nod.

The human grabbed his bottle of brandy and held it up to Prussia. He was a good host, after all. And besides, wouldn't it be fun to see their personalities when they're drunk?

"More alcohol?" he questioned.

"Can't say no to a good drink!" Prussia responded, letting Tony cap off his cup even though the cup had only been half full when presented with the offer.

Hmm. Maybe they aren't so bad after all, Tony thought to himself as he and the two nations clinked their glasses together in a mock toast. Just these two. I don't trust that one with the shotgun. Oh, what about that pretty lady? I wonder if I can get her number….as long as she actually is a girl.

Really, these three egos together would be a hoot. They'd hate each other, but still have friendly conversations.

Next up will be Clint and Switzerland. Won't that be fun?