"Why do have to go to Austria?" Germany whined for around the fifth time.

"Because we were told to get all the alternate countries, regardless of how we like them." Ludwig replied gruffly, growing rather frustrated at his other self.

"But he's an asshole!"

Emil decided to drown out the rest of what the Germans were saying, preferring instead to stare at Iceland in shock. The young man was grinning happily, whistling to himself merrily as he trotted along. Every now and then he would stop whistling and tilt his head this way and that before starting up again.

"Why are you doing that?" Emil gave him a weird look.

"Doing what?" Iceland chirped, resuming his whistling.

"That head thing you do. Why?"

"Oh that?" Iceland almost laughed, dismissing it, "I'm just listening for demons!"

Emil didn't look at his alternate for the rest of the day.

Denmark decided to knock on Austria's door first. He waited a few moments before it opened, revealing a man in his mid twenties (ish) with dark hair and an almost regal air about him.

"Yes?" He asked looking down, both figuratively and literally, on Denmark.

"Roderick," Ludwig began, stepping up to the man, "is there anyone else in your house? Someone perhaps wearing the Austrian flag?"

Roderick gave the blonde an almost pitying look, "No, there is no one here but I." He began to close the door when he stopped, looking at the three flag clad men outside, "Who are you supposed to be?"

"I'm Denmark!" Denmark grinned and waved enthusiastically.

"Iceland!" The platinum blonde smiled in his eerie sort of way.

"Germany." Germany sighed, hoping maybe Austria wasn't here.

Roderick stood still for a moment before finally speaking, "Um, how about you come in and explain this to me?"

"So, they are from another universe? One where all the countries get personifications too? All of them?" Roderick sighed. "I guess I understand."

"I still don't…" Denmark muttered, then waved his hand rapidly, "Hey, Roderick, do you have any good beer?"

"I might, let me check." The man got up, his strange clothing swishing a bit as he walked.

"Why does he dress like it's the eighteen hundreds?" Germany looked to the "real" countries.

Ludwig was about to venture a guess when a loud crash echoed through the house, along with some harsh laughter. "Prussia!"

Running into the kitchen area, the group nearly impaled themselves on the shards of broken glass lying on the floor. Above them was a shattered window.

Roderick got up from the floor, fuming, "How dare he!" he spat, picking up the rock presumably used to smash the window.

Ludwig's eyes narrowed, going from sky blue to ice. He growled and quickly went outside.

The rest of the group followed, quickly able to spot Gilbert as he fled the crime. Iceland shot off after him, with others in close pursuit. The albino looked back to his flag-wearing pursuer, gritting his teeth as he saw the Icelander begin to gain on him. Putting on an extra burst of speed, Gilbert took the corner sharply, nicking his arm on the brickwork. He glanced back, not seeing his pursuer and smiled. And then he slammed strait into Matthias.

The Dane was just as clueless as the German, but went with it, gripping the albino's clothing until his brother arrived.

"Gilbert!" Ludwig roared, storming over.

Matthias let Gilbert stand up, but prepared for him to try running again. "Ja?"

"Why in ze hell did you smash Roderick's window?"

Gilbert shrugged, "I vas bored, and he's always fun to annoy!"

"You said you would watch over the country for me!"

Nervous giggling, "About that…"

Ludwig sighed, running a hand through his hair, attempting to calm himself. He was about to speak when a quizzical 'hmmm' sounded from behind him.

He turned to see a tall man with dark hair and a fine mustache wearing a large, feather adorned helmet and the flag of Prussia. The man hmmed again, eyeing each country carefully before striding easily up to Germany.

He stood still for a moment, then spoke, "You forgot my birthday again."

Germany lowered his head, "Sorry."

"You forgot last time too."

"I'm sorr-"

"Quit apologizing so much!"

"Sor-" Germany quickly stopped himself. Instead, he offered a weak "Okay."

"Man up!" Prussia kept his gaze, half regal, half concerned, fixed on the younger man.

"I will."

With that Prussia shook his head and strode over to Gilbert, looking the rather startled man in eye. "You have red eyes." He stated, narrowing his own. Before Gilbert could respond he added, "They make you intimidating. I like that."

Everyone just watched as the man began to walk calmly away. Germany stepped forward, "Uh, Prussia!" Prussia half turned to him, "We need something from you! To get back home!""

"What?" He walked over, keeping that half regal look in his eye.

"Something like a piece of hair." Denmark piped up, pushing Germany away. "Lukas, this magic-y guy says he needs it."

Prussia shrugged, plucking a small strand of hair from his mustache and placing it into Denmark's palm. He then turned and walked off, throwing a quick, "Austria is heading to the Swiss border" before vanishing altogether.

"W-what." Matthias stared where the country was, "Where did he go?"

"He does that sometimes." Germany shrugged, "You get used to it after awhile."

"Vell," Ludwig turned to his brother, "I would lecture you, but we need as much time as we can get right now, so you're safe." He then addressed the entire group, "Looks like we're going to Switzerland. Anyone know the fastest way there?"

Gilbert tapped Germany on the head, getting his attention, "Why do you let Prussia do that to you?"

"Do what?"

"You saw how he acted, he was insulting you!" Gilbert narrowed his eyes, disliking his alternate's seemingly arrogant and condescending attitude.

"He's okay. I mean, he's just trying to help me."

Gilbert shook his head, "I don't think you know what help means."

"Aright!" Matthias threw his fist in the air, "To Switzerland we go! Let's hope we don't get shot!"

"Let's g-" Denmark stopped, eye widening, "Wait, what do you mean 'shot'?"

Hello world! I didn't mean to have you go this long without a chapter, but I had, no joke, three projects due the same day, so I was pretty busy. But this is how I believe SATW!Prussia would act and treat his half-brother, Germany. *Sigh* I love head-canons. But, without further ado (did I spell that right?), SCC out!