Prussia dropped Italy off at the door. He leaned in, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead

"Gute nacht meine liebe."

"Goodnight, Gilbert." Italy replied with a soft wave.

When Gilbert was out of sight, Italy opened the door. He closed it quietly, and began to tip toe through the house. In classic angry dad mode, Germany flipped a light switch. He had his legs crossed, and a scowl on his face.

"Have fun with meine bruder, Italy?"

Italy jumped about three feet in the air, and pulled a white flag out of nowhere. (Ludwig was still trying to figure this out.) He dropped the flag seeing as it was Germany. He still remained tense.

"Oh hi Germany! Yes I did have a lot of fun." he said, with an innocent smile.

Germany hmmphed but let it go. He heard what Prussia had said to Italy, he had listened at the door. That was Italy's business, and a knife in his chest.

"Vell ve have a world meeting to attend to tomorrow. So straight to bed, und no excuses, ja?"

Italy didn't dare argue with the scary German, and scrambled straight to his room. He stripped nude, and climbed into bed. His mind was reeling. The kiss with Prussia was nice, but Ludwig was a big part of his life. He couldn't throw hisself to the other German, not yet. Not until he got a kiss.

Germany was already dressed for bed, but when he got to his room, he dropped to his knees clutching at his chest. This was unfair, how did Prussia, and his narcissistic attitude, earn the right to call Italy liebe? He couldn't call Italy his love! Stupid fucking Gilbert! He probably announced he was awesome all night. How did Italy put up with that? Don't get it wrong, Ludwig loved his older brother, but this was matters of the heart. He needed to prove to Italy that he was the best choice. He needed to kiss Italy.

-World Meeting-

"I'm the United States of fucking America, and as the host country I call this meeting to start!" Alfred Jones, aka America yelled.

"You daft git, we are all right here. You don't have to yell. Idiot." Arthur Kirkland, aka Britain said, taking a sip of tea.

Germany pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache start to form as Alfred and Arthur started an argument. This was going to be a long meeting.

A loud, annoying laugh broke the fight. You know a laugh that sounds like HONHONHON. It was France.

"Angleterre and Amérique. You two fight like a married couple, non?"

They started verbally attacking Francis. Germany had had enough. These meetings did nothing for the first half hour or so, but fight. He slammed his hands on the table

"Enough!"

Everyone flinched hearing the yell. Even Greece opened his eyes at this.

"You all act like babies. Here is suggestion: everybody shut up! Let's just do the speeches, und get this over with!"

"Woah, dude, Germany chill out!" Alfred said.

A creepy chill rushed over everyone until Russia spoke

"I agree with German. Da, he has good idea. I go first, da?"

"Not a chance, Russia. Sit down, commie!" Alfred said with his trademarked super hero pose. No shit, he patented that bitch. "We do this starting with me, because Heroes go first. Then we go clockwise around the table."

Honestly, Germany who was usually so attentive, was off in space. Tapping his pen on his NotePad just thinking. He let his eyes wander over to the object of his thoughts. Was he whispering to a floating bear? He rubbed his eyes, and looked again. Was that Alfred? He looked towards where America was, and he was running his mouth. Wait, this was, oh what was it Canadia? No Canada! Yeah, Canada.

Italy was engrossed in conversation with Matthew aka Canada (in case you forgot) he noticed the bear had a ribbon tied around his neck. The ribbon had little canaries on it.

"Oh carino! I saw a canary that looked like that on Gilbert's shoulder yesterday." Italy said.

Matthew blushed heavily "Oh really? You were hanging out with Gilbert? You're so lucky!"

Italy eyed the Canadian suspiciously "Do you have a crush on Gilbert? Don't deny it! Your face says it."

"Oh maple! I was hoping Gilbert would notice Kumajirou wearing this ribbon. I made it myself."

"Very carino! You know my brother, and I are good friends with Gilbert. Do you need help getting noticed?"

"I need help all around getting noticed."

"Tell you what. I'll tell Germany you are coming back with us. I'll help you get a date with Prussia."

"You-you would do that for me?"

"Sí!" Italy was over joyed. If he could get Prussia to focus on-uhm, on the cute teddy bear, he would leave him be. Because if he knew Gilbert, and he did, that declaration of liebe would mean he'd be around all the time.

It was finally Italy's turn to go. He stood up, and smiled seeing Ludwig turn his full attention to him.

"I have one order of business: Pasta!"

France, who was next to Germany nudged his ribs

"How does the petite Italian stay so thin with all the carbs he eats?"

"He can run like hell vhen surrendering, much like you France."

"How rude! I was thinking you kept him up with vigorous exercise, honhonhon!"

It took ever muscle in his body to choke the damn Frenchman.

Blahblah Meeting Blahblah

"Tell me again vhy you brought und teddy bear vith you Italy." Germany asked, arms crossed, tapping his foot.

"it's not a teddy bear! It's Uhm...wait," Italy suddenly looked perplexed. "Oh look at the cute bear!"

"I'm Canada!" Matthew shouted.

Now both males could see, and hear him. He sighed. Getting over looked was getting old, to him at least. He shifted uncomfortably. Germany had piercing blue eyes, and he felt them staring at him.

"Can I tell him, Canada?" Italy asked

Matthew shrugged. He wasn't embarrassed in the least bit. Everyone was known to shack up every once and awhile. It was known France had seduced almost everyone at least once.

"Matthew has a small crush on Gilbert. I'm going to play match maker!" Italy said with a smile. His alternate reason was all his own. No one needed to know that.

Ludwig's eyes widened. He smiled at Matthew like an old friend. He walked over and shook his hand "Willkommen to meine house Kanada!"

Both Italy and Canada stared slack jawed at Germany. Neither of them could ever remember German being a nice guy like this. Of course Germany had other plans in his mind. While Prussia is away Germany intended to play. (with Italy of course.)

Out in another part of the world Japan was researching, and suddenly had an idea. He called up Prussia.

"Ja." Gilbert answered

"Herro Gilbert. It's Kiku."

"Oh hi Japan. Did you call the wrong number?"

"No I have a question for you. How exactry did Germany become your rittle brother?"

A/N) to the guest that commented go ahead, and come out of the doom cloud. I promise I love PruCan. Anyways, I got caught in playing Alfred. I love him so much. I'm sure where you all see where this is going right? The fact you are still here and the recent follows makes me all happy! Hopefully working, and moving won't swallow me up and make this impossible to update!