"Stop moving already! It could be worse!"

"Worse?!" Prussia screeched in disbelief, "Worse?! They are both crazier than that frozen Giftzwerg and you are sitting here telling me it could be worse?!"

Germany frowned at his brother but stopped all of his attempts to help clean the cuts on his face and ignored the glare that he received. "Do you want these bandaged or not?"

The albino grumbled a few more curses before nodding. "Ja, but go easy. They sting!"

Germany rolled his eyes, but went back to work patching his brother up. Maybe leaving him with Romano was a bad idea, but it did allow him some time alone. Though he wasn't really alone…

The blonde was opting for a high collared shirt today to hide the bite marks that the petite nation had felt the need to place along his neck and shoulders. Last night had been… interesting to say the least. At least no one had commented on anything they may have seen or heard. Especially considering how loud Italy had been.

Just the memory was making Germany blush and Prussia gave him a skeptical eye. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Germany answered far too quickly and his brother frowned further.

"Nothing. Right. Just like how you didn't hear me screaming and begging for my life last night."

No, it wasn't Prussia's screaming that he had heard. "I told you I couldn't hear it, so will you just let it go?"

"Not a chance." Prussia returned, holding up his arm to be treated once the last of the cuts to his face had been patched up. "Not until I find out what you were doing last night with that Nutte."

"Do not call him that."

"Bitte, I've seen the way he hangs all over you lately." He winced as Germany rubbed a bit harder on one of the wounds on his arm and flashed another of his glares up at the other. "He's playing the part of a geiler Bock too well when you are next to him."

The blonde flushed further. "I haven't noticed anything different."

Without warning Prussia lunged forward and snagged a fold of skin between fingers and pinched it hard. Germany yelped and smacked his brother's hand away, growling and rubbing at the sore spot. "What was that for?!"

The albino shrugged. "Had to make sure you were really you and not dead or something. How have you not noticed what has been going on with Italy? You spend so much time together you should see it yourself."

"I have noticed that he is… not himself…" Germany started.

"Not himself? West, he's a completely different person! Even blind idiots can see that!"

Germany dropped the last of his supplies back into the box and began cleaning up. "What am I supposed to do about that?"

"Uh, stop trusting him for one!"

The blonde shook his head. "He hasn't given me any reason to not trust him."

Prussia blinked several times in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"

"You were fine with him too until recently."

"Ja, before he changed and tried to kill me in my sleep!" Prussia folded his arms across his chest looking smug. "Oh, right, except it wasn't me he was looking for."

Germany frowned and turned away, leaving the albino in the kitchen and began heading towards his office. Prussia, not one to be ignored, leapt up from his chair and tugged his cloak back around his shoulders as he chased after his younger brother. "Don't just ignore this! He's plotting something and if you are not on your guard he will be here controlling us all!"

"Prussia, I have work to do." Germany said with an air of finality as he stormed into his office and shut the door forcefully. Prussia halted and stood frozen staring at the closed door before pouting and turning away. Why West wasn't listening to him, he couldn't understand. After all, it seemed fairly obvious.

He walked further through the house and ducked into another room headed straight for the other phone in their house. There was no way he could do this alone so he would need some back up. His grin came back in full force as he easily dialed one of the few numbers he ever kept memorized and held the receiver to his ear. Who else would be a better to help him out?

The phone rang several times before it was finally answered with a cheery, "¡Hola!"

"Spain!" Prussia smirked into his end, eyes quickly darting behind him wary of anyone listening in. "I need your help. You think you can do a friend a favor?"

"Well, I am busy, but…" Spain was quiet for a moment, "I can see what I can do for you, amigo. What do you need?"

"Gut. Here's what's happening. I've got a situation concerning a certain German and a possible-"

"I thought we were not fighting Austria anymore." Spain cut in and Prussia growled in annoyance.

"It's not Austria! Anyway, I was saying it is between this guy and a Schnepfe who is-"

"Oh, have you finally found someone, Prussia?" You could practically hear the glee coming from his friend as he gripped at the phone tighter. "Who is it? What are they like?"

"Stop it! That's not what's going on! If you would just listen-!"

"Who is on the phone, Spain?" Prussia could feel his blood run cold as another voice added to the one currently coming through the line.

"Oh, it's just Prussia!" He could hear Spain respond.

"Prussia?! Oh! Say Ciao for me, would you, please?" Romano begged.

Spain laughed while Prussia simply looked horrified at his phone. "Si, I will. But Romano! Stop touching me! ¡Eso hace cosquillas!"

"I love it when you speak Spanish to me," the Italian purred, "especially when you are… passionate."

"Prussia, I have to go." Spain suddenly declared through the phone. "It was nice talking to you. ¡Adios!"

"Spain, wait!" Prussia tried to stop his friend and cursed as he received nothing but a dial tone. He dragged a hand down his face, wincing where it brushed against the bandaged wounds and groaned in irritation. What was he thinking turning to Spain? This would require a little more tact than what the brunette nation could muster. What he needed was someone a little less of an airhead.

France's phone rang on and the albino was about to give up on it and assume he wasn't in when it was suddenly answered with a shout. "What the fuck do you want?!"

Prussia yanked the receiver away from his head, blinked, and gingerly brought it back. "To speak with France." His brow creased when he decided he couldn't place the voice at the other end. It definitely wasn't France that was for sure. "Who is this?"

"Don't you dare say 'who' to me!" Prussia winced as the voice continued to shout through the line at him.

"Just put France on will you?" the albino growled back.

"He's the reason I am answering the phone in the first place! That lazy… I can't even think of things to call him right now!"

Prussia grimaced but pressed on. "Why are you even at his place?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The voice calmed and took on a darker tone, "I need him to start carrying his weight in this whole Allies thing. Because first, we are going to get stronger. Then, once we are strong enough, we are going to defeat the Axis!" Crazed maniacal laughter filled his ear, and Prussia grimaced.

"You do know this is Prussia, right? And you just told your whole, half-baked idea to the Axis, right?"

The laughter paused, but he was sure by the tone that whoever was on the other side was still pleased with themselves. "That works. Now I don't have to repeat myself later." Prussia did his best to understand, but this was too far beyond him."Go and warn the others! The Allies are coming for you." The phone was slammed down and Prussia stared at his receiver again. What was that?!

With a growl of annoyance, he slammed his own phone down and stomped out of the room. Looks like he would have to be on his own for this.

AN: Hmm... Having evil author syndrome again...

Giftzwerg: evil devil/bastard

Nutte: whore/tart

geiler Bock: literal translation is roughly horny goat I do believe

Schnepfe: slut/tease

¡Eso hace cosquillas!: That tickles!