It had taken most of the afternoon, but Hungary had to admit that this new version was, dare she say, cute. She had her doubts in the beginning of course as would anyone else if they had been told this version of the awesome Prussia existed, but he had won her over. Hungary tilted her head to the side to catch a glimpse of him hard at work helping to prepare dinner. They had found the most girlish apron she owned (a frilly pink floral number) and tied it securely around his middle before handing him a bowl and large mixing spoon. It was funny to watch how focused he could be with the task, his eyes never leaving his bowl as he stirred it around the edges and his pink tongue peeking out from between his lips in concentration.

She couldn't quite stifle the small giggle and upon its escape Prussia looked up, his brow creasing in worry. "Am I doing this right?" he tentatively asked as he tipped the contents in her direction.

"Igen, you are doing a wonderful job!" she praised, laughing as the albino returned to stirring with renewed vigour.

The day had passed quicker than Hungary thought it would be possible with having the self-proclaimed awesome nation in her presence but it was perhaps these changes that allowed it to happen. Not once had he shouted his catch phrase or anything else for that matter. His normally loud and strange laughter (which she suspected was really just something he made up to increase his 'awesomeness') had been reduced to a quiet chortle that only strong-willed individuals were able to resist the urge to dash across the room and pinch his cheeks (something she had fallen victim of more than once). He was polite, he was helpful, and moreover he was modest, and the lack of self-confidence out of him was refreshing.

She smiled a bit to herself as she thought over her day. There hadn't had a day like this since Austria discovered Italy's true gender. True, she had her regular afternoons with Ukraine and Liechtenstein, but it was a little different to have a male nation who didn't mind what he wore. It was a good thing she liked to keep her various costumes around.

Soon their meal was nearly prepared and Hungary was busy attempting to clean some of the mess when the rest of her guests for the impromptu dinner party arrived. Apparently once Romano and Austria had even attempted to return home they were kicked out by a half-dressed Italian. Germany was nowhere to be seen, but they were not given the chance to go searching before the door was locked. Romano, however, was convinced he knew what was occurring and kept giggling over the phone as he explained the predicament to Hungary who eventually gave in and opened up her house to them.

The fashionable Romano was the first to sashay through the door with Spain on his heels. He greeted the room with flourish, before gasping and holding a hand to his chest. "What did you do to him?!"

Hungary glanced up from washing a few dishes used in preparation. "What do you mean?"

The Italian thrust the bottle of wine they had brought along back into the hands of Spain as he walked in a daze and stopped before a now nervous looking Prussia. The brunette grimaced a bit at that, wishing he wasn't making such a big fuss, especially since a few minutes prior the albino had been cutely rocking on his heels making his brightly coloured skirt and ever-present cloak swish around him. "Why is he so dirty?"

"There was an accident involving some flour." She answered tersely to which Romano tsked and began to try to clean the other up. Prussia winced beneath the harsh scrubbing that he received to his face as he was mercilessly attacked, but in the Italian's defence he had somehow managed to coat nearly half of his body and white splotches were smeared everywhere.

Austria was the last to appear onto the scene, only to watch in quiet intrigue at the blonde attempting to dust off the other's clothes and Spain laughed as he merrily joined in. "Romano, you missed a spot!" he informed the other, reaching out to brush off a spot around the other's midsection.

Romano panicked. "No! Wait Spain, he's-!"

No sooner had Spain's hand touched the other's side did Prussia let out a shriek of laughter and leapt back just out of arm's reach.

"Ticklish." Romano finished placing his hands on his hips.

The chestnut haired nation's face of disbelief quickly morphed into one of utter delight. "Prussia," he asked slowly, taking a step forward, "why have we never learned this about you before?" The Prussian's eyes widened at the other nation's steady approach before turning and fleeing out the room, Spain following right behind him. Hungary tensed at seeing them dash out, shouting as they left not to break anything.

Luckily for her, nothing was broken and after rescuing the nation now with tears streaming down his face as he snorted with laughter they all sat down for the small meal together. Prussia pulled his chair closer to Hungary and she internally cheered feeling as though she had won some sort of victory over Romano, though the other was fairly distracted sitting beside Spain across from them. Dinner was kept short and for once there were no major incidents and nothing that left Hungary in disgust at her guests. Instead it was an enjoyable evening where everyone was on their best behaviour. At the end of the night the drunken pair of Mediterranean nations were pushed out the door, giggling and leaning on one another leaving the last three without a backwards glance.

Hungary, being the valiant hostess that she was allowed the other two to remain there for the night seeing as both were quiet, kept to themselves, and would likely have to sleep with the dogs assuming Italy had yet to unlock their own house. Austria bid her good night before retiring, but Prussia continued to follow her around until she ordered him to his room before heading to her own, falling asleep soon after.

It was late when she awoke again and the entire room was swathed in darkness save for what little light drifted in through her window. At first, she was unsure why she had awoken, but a subtle shift of fabric drew her attention to the figure in front of her. With a gasp she sat upright in bed until her eyes were able to make out the shape next to the bed. "Prussia!" she hissed, "what are you doing?"

There was more shifting around before he could reply. "Can I sleep in here with you?"

"Why?" she asked flatly. It wasn't as though she was trying to be mean, but it was very late at night and he was a grown nation.

"I'm scared..." was the albino's hoarse reply. "Please can I stay?"

"If this was your aim all along, it was quite an elaborate scheme for you." She muttered thinking it over for a minute, though she really just wanted to back to sleep. "You can stay, but if your hands go anywhere inappropriate I will break them. Do you understand?'

The outline of Prussia's head nodded and he dashed forward and beneath the covers beside her. Hungary sighed and attempted to resituate with the albino trying to cuddle into her side. She snarled and pushed him to his own side of the bed with a direct order to stay put, in a tone that echoed with deathly seriousness. The thought that this was likely some sort of mistake crossed her mind before she drifted off again, but sincerely hoped that the same version of Prussia would be there when she awoke.

AN: The much asked for extra chapter (I may have been threatened once or twice for this). Directions for reading: 1. Do a google image search for 'Traditional Hungarian Dress' 2. Choose which ever one you like 3. Enjoy the mental image of Prussia wearing that.