"I bet he's still there. That's why I can't return home." The albino complained as he swayed a little from where he was sat. "I have to be here waiting for him to leave and then I can go home." He paused his rant and smiled . "You listen very well, you know."Prussia looked down at the German shepherd beside him and laughed. "And no, in case you were wondering, I am not drunk."

Blackie looked back at him with warm brown eyes and whined, quickly licking his hand. The albino smiled and rubbed an ear as the dog closed his eyes and leaned against the hand. "Good to know that Italian monster hasn't turned everyone in this house against me." The yellow chick perched on his shoulder started chirping shrilly at that and Prussia winced at the noise located directly against his ear. "Ja, I haven't forgotten about you!"

Satisfied at the response, the bird quieted down and the ex-nation started searching through his collection of bottles looking for one that still held some liquid in it. Blackie tilted his head at the sight, waiting patiently for Prussia to find what he wanted and sit back once again. "Now West is angry at me and how am I supposed to make it up to him?" he asked the dog. Blackie gave a short bark and the Prussian shook his head. "Apologizing isn't my thing. You know, I'm supposed to be awesome, remember?" The German shepherd huffed and placed his chin on the albino's knee where Prussia began to stroke the back of his head.

"And nothing I do seems to convince him of anything. He just doesn't understand the danger that he is in by spending so much time around Italy." Prussia sighed and shifted to pull his cloak tighter against him and Blackie watched silently. "Maybe I need to change tactics. Do something completely different to get him to believe me." He stared into space while thought before eventually sighing and looking back down at the dog. "I wish I knew how."

At first, Prussia was sure he was imagining the figure that appeared on the grass and started approaching him. Funny what your mind could conjure up when you may have had one beer too many and he laughed at how ridiculous it looked. That was until Blackie stiffened, the hair on the back of his neck rising and teeth bared at the intruder with a low growl. Prussia squinted attempting to discern what it was: a man, possibly, in a white dress. Alright that was a bit strange… But then wings unfolded from the stranger's back and that had the albino scrambling backwards, his days as being the Teutonic Knights coming back in full force and him suddenly realizing he was likely receiving a visit from heaven.

"Whatever happened," Prussia started as he staggered to his feet, "I didn't do anything." He thought about it for a moment before adding, "Recently," then shrugged his shoulders and continued, "Or was not hysterical."

"What?" Britannia Angel stopped walking and looked the collection of animals and nation with a quizzical expression. "What are you going on about?"

Prussia blinked several times. "Aren't you here to cast judgment on me or something?"

"No…"

"Oh!" Prussia brightened and leaned to one side. "You seem familiar."

"Fancy that." The angel muttered crossing his arms. "Let's not waste any time, then. I am Britannia Angel and I am here to-"

"You're an angel?" Prussia interrupted, swaying slightly.

"Yes," the angel huffed, "Now, as I was saying-"

"Then I must be in heaven already." The Prussian's smile was gradually turning into a leer and the bird chirped in agreement.

"Not yet, but I can make you arrive sooner." The angel retorted. "Can I continue?" The albino nodded giving the signal for him to speak. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted, I grant wishes and-"

"Funny," Prussia chuckled as Blackie relaxed and cast a backwards glance before sitting on his haunches, "I haven't even wished for anything yet but you seem to be fulfilling them nicely."

The blonde angel blinked and grimaced. "I would rather become France's patsy."

"Awe, don't be like that." The albino laughed, "And besides, friends share."

"Look, I will grant you a wish , it can be whatever you like, and when it is done you will not remember this moment, understood?" the now very cross angel spat out, already pulling out his wand in order to hurry the process along. It had already been a long night for the angel.

"Won't remember? Seems like a waste if you wouldn't remember being with the awesome me." Prussia sighed, and Britannia Angel felt no need to correct him. He tapped his chin letting his crimson eyes roam while he thought. Italy was still a problem but he needed to amend things with his brother. "I have… " he paused and searched for the right word, "… a situation involving my brother and another person he is close with." The albino nodded at keeping his description vague. No sense in involving somebody else in his family life. "But the way I have been handling it hasn't been working. I need a new method, a new approach, in order to just get my brother to like me again." Prussia sighed. "Any idea how I can do that?"

Britannia Angel hummed and twirled his wand between his fingers. "You need a way to make your brother like you more. That's not a lot to go on. And I don't know him as well as you do."

Prussia sighed once more. "There's got to be something. You can't just change his feelings can you?"

"As a rule, no. I try not to alter someone else's emotional state for another's wish." The blonde shrugged. "It doesn't seem particularly fair to them."

Prussia nodded and was quiet for a moment. "Then, what about me?"

"What about you?"

Prussia met Blackie's gaze and the dog whined before he looked up again. "Can you change me?"

"It's been a fairly popular wish lately… And two in one night..." The angel muttered. "Yes I can change you."

"Good." Prussia smiled again and then squinted at the angel again. "Did you fall from heaven?'

"This again?!" Britannia Angel sputtered, "I will have you know-!"

"'Cause your face is pretty messed up." The albino smirked.

"I think I have an idea of what your brother might like better…" the angel frowned and started his magical incantation.