The internet came back online that afternoon.
A good thing, Denmark decided. He needed some advice, and the only person who could help him was currently camped a few miles outside of Stockholm.
The video chat opened without a hitch. "Prussia, dude, good to see you!" Denmark said by way of greeting, before noticing Prussia's harried look and wild eyes. "Prussia, are you okay?"
"Nein, I am most un-awesomely not okay!" the albino hissed, looking cautiously over his shoulder.
"Dude, what's wrong?"
"Vhat's wrong? Vhat's wrong?! I'm going to be a vater, zhat's vhat's wrong!"
"Oh, congratulations!"
"I don't know how to be a vater! I barely managed wiz mein own brüder!"
"I'm sure you're going to be an awesome father. You could get parenting advice from Norway. Speaking of which-"
"Is zhis really zhe time to bring up your unrequited love for zhat man?"
Denmark's mouth fell open. "How-?"
Prussia laughed. "You don't remember? How un-awesome. Zhen again, you vere tipsier zhan an Englishman."
"What are you talking about?"
"You remember zhe meeting at vhich zhe awesome me became a country again?"
Denmark nodded.
"Vell, a few days later, I found you in zhe bar, getting drunk- so un-awesome of you, I might add, not to invite me -and you asked zhe awesome me for advice concerning particular Herr Norvay. So do you still vant advice?"
"Um…yes…"
"Zhen you should probably tell him how you are feeling."
"That's it?!"
"Vell, if you are not telling him, how vill he know? You both are blind vhen it comes to zhese things."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning-" Prussia abruptly cut off by the call of "Prussia, where are you?" from a certain Hungarian.
Prussia sighed. "In here, liebe."
Hungary entered the tent a moment later. "What is going on here?"
"Girl problems. Vell…"
"Oh, fun!" Hungary's eyes lit up. "Norway?"
"What the Hell, Prussia? I don't remember, but I probably asked you not to tell anyone!"
"I only told Liza."
"Come on, Dude! That's not cool!"
Hungary sniffed, apparently offended. "I was going to help you…"
Denmark glared. Did he want help with Norway? Of course he did. Did he want to admit it? Hell no.
"Liza, if you vant zhem to get together, ve'll have to give him some advice."
Hungary sighed. "That is true. They're so pathetic when it comes to these things." Her mood brightened instantly. "So, how long have you liked him?"
"Liza, liebe, I don't zhink it's a matter of 'like'," Prussia murmured. Denmark could still hear him, though.
"Oh, you are so right, Gil! This is excellent. So answer the question, Denmark, how long have you loved Norway?"
Denmark turned bright red. "Whatever, I don't need your help." He started to close the laptop.
"Fine! Fine, I don't need to know. So, Denmark, here's what you do…"
A/N: The return of match-maker Prussia!