AN: Merry Christmas! As thank you to everyone who has followed and favorited and reviewed this story, have an extra chapter this week.

Prussia knew something was up the moment he set foot through the door.

Call it intuition or a gut feeling, or whatever you wanted, but something was not right. His crimson eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in every detail and looking for anything out of place. Everything sat in pristine condition and at right angles just as it always had. But instead of comforting him, it only made him more suspicious.

The house was silent which wasn't unusual especially while Germany was working and Austria wasn't playing that piano of his and the albino nation could hear the give of the floor boards beneath his feet as he crossed the room. Whatever it was that was off was hidden deeper inside and he cautiously trekked though looking for it.

It was likely that Italian nightmare again, and he gritted his teeth as he began peering into rooms and listening for anything. Italy had probably invaded while he was gone, waiting for him to leave like some vulture. No, maybe that evil little beast had suggested he be the one to leave or made up the mission as some sort of ploy. Just the idea of it was getting him angry. Prussia stalked forward on nimble feet eliminating rooms as he went.

And that's when he heard it. A giggle. And not any giggle, the one belonging to his sworn enemy. Well, to be fair, it wasn't as though anyone in this house ever really giggled, so that left only one option. That meant that he was here and what made it worse was that the noise had come from the direction of his brother's office. The one room in this entire building that West always spent the majority of his time in, which meant he was probably in there as well.

Prussia raced for that room running options through his mind. What could the brunette have been up to? Why would he even be here? His white cloak billowed out behind him as he ran, no longer caring about stealth. He needed to get inside that room and stop whatever it was Italy had out for his brother.

He barely even slowed as he reached the door and used the forward momentum to kick it just above the handle, successfully breaking the lock and part of the frame. The door flew open, crashing loudly into the interior wall as Prussia landed two strides in with a shout, "West!"

From there he froze. Indeed, both Italy and his brother were present, but not in the way he had expected. The brunette nation was reclined on his back on the desk, his shirt open and slipping down his shoulders and his legs wrapped around Germany's waist. The blonde's wrists were handcuffed together and were now paused where they seemed to be attempting to undo the other's trousers.

Germany's face paled momentarily before turning a bright shade of scarlet at the compromising position he had just been caught in and started stammering attempting to find an explanation. "P-Prussia! This… It… It is not…!"

Italy tilted his head back, catching Prussia's gaze with a pleased smirk. "This is exactly what it looks like." His eyes never left the other's face as he drew his legs closer together and subtly bringing himself and Germany closer. "Care to watch?"

Prussia's shocked face went between both occupants before he shook his head. "West-" he stopped, cleared his throat and started again, "Germany, I…" his eyes glared to side and he stuck out his jaw as he tried to figure out how to voice his thoughts, before snapping back to meet his brother's wide blue ones. "I thought you were better than this," he said darkly as he turned and exited, "Guess I was wrong."

He ignored the shuffling around that came from the room he had just left, how his brother was growling for a key and his Nutte was hissing to let him go and headed straight for the kitchen and the refrigerator that held the beer. He was just opening the first of what Prussia was sure would be many when Germany rounded the corner looking disheveled and still flushing. "Prussia, about that-"

"Save it." Prussia muttered tilting his head back and leaning against one of the counters.

"You don't understand," Germany muttered, tightening his fists at his sides, "Italy. He snuck in and put those handcuffs on then wouldn't give me the key…"

"So, you decided that while you were like that to get off on it?" Prussia raised an eyebrow.

"Stop it! That is not how it happened!"

"Oh, I'm sure." Prussia hissed, narrowing his red eyes in accusation, "And I'm sure you just tripped and ended up like that."

"You are no saint yourself!" Germany threw back at him.

The beer in his hand slammed onto the counter top beside him. "I do not sleep with manipulative Giftzwergs! Did you even try to stop him?" Germany didn't reply, his only reaction was his face being set into a grim line. "Did you? That is not the Italy you know! And you are getting yourself too close! Te silence that followed only caused Prussia to frown further. "Is that it? You aren't going to take advice from your own brother?"

"You have been acting just as strange lately!" Germany shouted, "Should I avoid you as well?"

"I am trying to help you, West! Why aren't you getting that?!" His hand clenched around the bottle at his side and stormed out. "Choosing him over your own brother…" he muttered as he brushed past the blonde.

Prussia turned and made it two steps before he ran into the subject of all his troubles. Italy had at least pulled his shirt back over his shoulders, though it was left unbuttoned and exposed his lithe frame. The brunette smiled warmly up at him and it only made the Prussian angrier. "What do you want?"

"To apologize," Italy replied sweetly, interlocking his hands behind his back and tilting his head to the side. "We have not been getting along lately and I feel I may be the one to blame."

"At least we agree on something." Prussia spat.

"Do try to understand," Italy continued unphased by his comment. "Your brother and I," he paused and looked fairly sheepish, glancing down and holding his fingers to his lips in a half effort at concealing the small smile that formed. "You see we really care about each other, and…"

"Save me your tricks," Prussia snarled, "they won't work on me."

"Tricks?" Italy looked him with confusion. "What do you mean…?"

"This! What you are doing right now!" Prussia waved his hand in a vague arc at the Italian nation. "You and I both know this is all fake, so knock it off and move out of the way!"

"Prussia!" Italy gasped, "I… I am not being fake! I really do love your brother-!"

Prussia had enough of listening to this pseudo innocence. He growled and shoved the brunette to one side in an effort to put as much distance between himself and the problem. He must have shoved too hard though, as the little brunette hit the wall with a yelp and his own brother's voice growled after him. "Prussia!"

The albino turned his head to look over his shoulder to find Germany cradling a whimpering Italy in his arms. Germany stopped his fussing momentarily to turn a glare up towards his brother. "What was that about expecting more out of me? You should really look at yourself."

Prussia stood there stunned as he surveyed the two on the floor. He was certain he hadn't been that rough with the smaller nation and knew from experience that Italy would never go easy on him. Finally he managed to mutter, "Maybe I'll spend tonight somewhere else," before turning to leave. Unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough to miss the victorious grin that flashed across the brunette's face.

AN: Okay, so it's not the happiest of chapters, but it is a chapter... And now to hopefully finish my MMD project...