Dear Awesome Journal,

There is a very sinister plot happening just under all of our noses. West doesn't know it, but he is being seduced by someone who has spent years convincing us that he is a sweet and innocent nation who requires our constant support and attention. He had even me fooled (if you can believe such a thing as possible), but no longer will his devious and lying tongue trick me. I do not trust him, as should you. I have to somehow try and convince West of this dangerous fact…

Prussia looked up from his journal, taking a moment to chew on his pencil while watching the scene unfold in their living room. Italy had invaded his brother's house and managed to convince him to play a type of battle strategy game that involved colored dots and a great deal of dexterity. Prussia was far too suspicious and awesome to join in and so sat in the corner observing everything the small brunette did.

At the moment, it appeared to be cheating.

"And now if I place my right hand on this red circle here…" The nation purred, easily sliding his arm across a very inflexible Germany who was doing all he could to remain in his twisted position. "Then it will be your turn. I think you will have to put your left foot on the blue one."

The German fought to remain upright, frowning as Italy leaned some of his weight against him. "I think you are making up what your moves are." Germany grumbled.

Italy hummed and leaned further causing the larger nation to grit his teeth in the exertion. "What are you saying?"

"That you are lying."

"Oh Germany! You really think I would do something like that to you?"

Prussia narrowed his eyes. He brother couldn't see it, or refused to see how much Italy had changed in the past few weeks so carried on treating Italy as he always had. He couldn't accept such a sudden change, especially not after the night where the brunette had crawled into his bed with him and damaged his face. He brought the pencil back down to his unfinished entry.

I am beginning to wonder if all of it was simply a ploy to deceive us. That he was always like this, and that he has been waiting for that perfect moment to reveal his true nature. I liked the version I used to know better, but I cannot dwell on that. Not when something big may be about to happen now that he has changed back…

A sudden crash made the albino's head snap up and scan the room looking for the source. Apparently the blonde had lost the fight to stay upright and was now sprawled on the floor in a heap of awkward limbs. Italy laughed at the sight and lowered himself down so that he rested on top of Germany's broad chest, snuggling against it. "Want to play again?"

"I don't think that was a real battle strategy game…" Germany muttered between pants, glaring angrily at the ceiling.

Italy grinned into that chest and then tilted his chin up to regard the other's flushed face. "Flexibility is incredibly useful when fighting combat; you cannot rely completely on strength." Thin fingers traced the well-defined lines through the other's shirt. "Not that I mind."

Both of the German brothers sat frozen as Italy wriggled his way higher so he was looking down into the blonde's light blue eyes. "You know," Italy whispered in a low tone, letting his hands slide sensuously along the German's body, "there are other, more fun ways to improve your flexibility."

Germany's breath hitched as the smirking Italian stroked his sides and brought his face close enough to let their noses brush. "Stop resisting," Italy murmured, warm breath ghosting over the blonde's skin the process, "Take what you want."

Prussia didn't even realize how hard he had been griping the pencil in his hand until it snapped between his fingers.

The noise didn't hinder the pair in the slightest, and the albino tossed the broken pieces aside and leapt to his feet. There was no way he could let what he was watching happen! His little brother couldn't get any more involved with Italy than he already was; it was far too dangerous to put yourself in the hands of that liar. "Get off him, you Aasgeier!"

Italy's smile faded and he turned furious eyes towards the Prussian in the corner. "Why?"

"Why?!" Prussia returned, glaring back just as easily, "What the hell is wrong with you?! Since when are you such a Schnepfe?!"

"If you have a problem, then leave." Italy replied coolly.

"Nein, I will not be forced out of my own house! You are the intruder here!" Prussia shouted (and in another room the sudden noise roused Austria from his book and he sniffed angrily before returning to it).

"But this is not your home either," Italy sat up, fuchsia eyes narrowed and tone deadly, "Is it, Prussia?"

"It is more my home than yours."

The two stared at each other, silently daring the other into making the first move and neither willing to until Germany frowned at the two and pushed Italy off to get up from the ground. "Enough, the both of you! We are done for the night."

Italy glared as he stood up and straightened his clothes and picked up his jacket from where he had placed it neatly on the back of a chair. "I would be careful if I were you, Prussia," the brunette hissed, "Terrible things happen to people when they are not looking."

"Zieh Leine Drecksack!" Prussia called after the smaller nation as he disappeared out of the room and further along the house, accompanied with appropriate gestures and turned back to his brother. "What was that?! You can't seriously tell me you trust that!"

"We have no reason not to-"

"Our faces say differently!" The albino pointed angrily towards his own injury, "You cannot let your guard down around him!"

"Prussia, I don't want to discuss this." Germany demanded with an air of finality that caused his brother to grimace but stop arguing. "I'm going to bed. Gute Nacht."

"Gute Nacht." Prussia mumbled as the blonde left the room and he gathered up his journal and pencil and headed towards his own. When he arrived, he shut the door to his basement dwellings and locked it just to be sure, before grabbing a new pencil from his desk and flopping onto his bed to read over what he had already written. He frowned at the page as he continued to scribble.

I had to defend West tonight because he was powerless against the Giftzwerg. I managed to chase him off for now but I need to remain vigilant. An attack may come at any time, but I will be ready. The Awesome Prussia will easily win against any foe.

AN: As per request, Twister makes a sudden appearance in the 1940's.
Aasgeier: Vulture
Schnepfe: Slut/Tease
Zieh Leine Drecksack!: Piss off, Asshole!
Giftzwerg: Evil Little Devil
(Seriously, about all I can do in German is curse and order cake... Ein Stück, Bitte!)