Today is the third anniversary of my presence on FFN, and to celebrate I'm updating everything, even the stories that nobody cares about~

This has literally been written in a notebook for three years, I just forgot about it. I touched it up as I typed it.

I do not own Hetalia.

Chapter 2

Prussia smirked as he flipped the bacon in its sizzling pan. He had a plan - an awesome plan, of course - and he would put it into action today. The great nation of Prussia would rise once more. Gilbird twittered cheerfully and landed on his head, nesting in his hair. "You want some bacon?" Prussia asked him, grinning. He broke off a tiny piece of bacon from one of the cooled strips and fed it to his beloved bird. He was making eggs too, but there was no way he was giving that to him. That was just barbaric.

"Gilbert!" Someone called. It was Germany, shouting to him from the other room.

"What is it, Luddy?" He yelled back.

"You've had a package. I put it in your bedroom."

"Okay," Prussia turned off the stove and transferred the last of the bacon strips onto the plate with the others. He carried the plate over to the table to join the plates of pancakes, eggs, and sausage. He put the tub of authentic Canadian maple syrup next to the plate heaped with pancakes. "Breakfast's ready!" He announced loudly as he hurried off down to the basement where his bedroom was.

The package was on his bed, just where Germany had said it would be. The muddy brown color of the cardboard clashed wonderfully with the awesome black and white Prussian eagle bedspread he'd had custom ordered years back. He gleefully tore into the package and carefully removed its contents, visibly saddening. He gently spread the old blue military uniform over the bed. He fingered the soft fabric sorrowfully, breathing in the musty scent and pretending as though he could still smell that familiar smell that he missed so much.

"Fritz..." He murmured almost silently. "I will make you proud... I promise!"

Germany helped himself to some of his brother's homemade sausage wurst. He knew all too well what Prussia wanted. He was going to try and resurrect his lost nation. He also knew what that package was. France had been holding it for his brother since the dissolution of Prussia and many of his memoribilia, his treasures, were seized. Fortunately for Prussia, France had managed to salvage a few and had been keeping them safe for all these years. That package had been from France.

Germany put a pair of pancakes, some wurst, some eggs, and three strips of bacon onto a plate. He drizzled some maple syrup onto the pancakes and carried it down the basement steps to Prussia's bedroom. He didn't know why Prussia had chosen to live in the basement, and he had tried to convince him to move into the spare bedroom upstairs, but Prussia was adament on staying in the basement. He had learned to just accept it as just another quirk of his brother's.

"Gilbert?" He called. There was a muffled curse, a scuffing sound as he yanked a drawer open in his dresser, and a much gentler sound of something being put inside and the drawer being closed. Germany rolled his eyes. Clearly Prussia thought that he didn't know what he was up to.

The door swung open and Prussia's grinning face appeared. "Hey, West~" He sang cheerily.

Germany decided resignedly to play along and feign ignorance. "Gilbert. I came to see what was keeping you. And I brought you your breakfast just in case you wanted to eat down here." Germany lifted the plate for Prussia's inspection.

"Aaw, thanks Lud! Your concern overwhelms me!" He smirked, pulling Germany into a tight hug and ruffling his slicked-back blonde hair. Germany struggled roughly for a moment before giving up and falling limp, resigned to his fate. Luckily he didn't drop the plate.

Prussia released him and pulled back, scowling. "Now tell me what you really want."

Germany sighed. "Alright, you caught me. Gilbert, I know what you're planning."

"Do you? Do you really?"

"Yes, I do Gilbert."

Prussia grinned. His emotions certainly were changing rather rapidly today. "Well, for the sake of talking, I'll tell you anyways!" Germany sighed, but Prussia ignored him and went on. "Well little bro, I have a plan. An awesome plan, mind you, to bring my country back from the dead!" He said this with a look of exhilaration; clearly he thought it would be a blast. "I have something to ask you, dear brother. Would you be so kind as to assist me?" Prussia asked with a flourish, as though he was inviting him to a grand ball hosted by the Queen of England.

Germany sighed again at his brother's antics. What a stupid question that was. Did he think he would say no? "Yes, of course. Why wouldn't I? You're my brother, it's only natural that I help you with these kinds of things, no matter how foolish they are."

"Great! Oh, and just so you know, you're gonna be working with Francis and Antonio. Have fun~" Prussia sauntered off with a smug wave goodbye.

"What?!" Germany cried. Really? France and Spain? Well, it was of course only natural for Prussia to ask his two best friends to help him, but to ask them before his own brother? That stung. Germany chased Prussia up the stairs and to the front door. Prussia paused with his hand on the doorknob and faced him with his hand on his hip.

"You'll be fine. I don't care if you can't stand them. Now, I'm going to England to ask Arthur to help. Then after that I'm going to America. Francis and Antonio will be here in a little while. Keep them entertained until I get back. Bye!" Prussia said brightly, opening the door and moving to step outside.

"Hold on- you can't do that! You can't force me!" Germany protested.

"Yes I can. I am your big brother, after all! That means you have to do whatever I say!" Prussia laughed and he hovered over the threshold. Then the door slammed and he was gone.

"Damn him." Germany cursed under his breath. He returned to the table, where the breakfast feast still waited, and he now understood why Prussia had made so much food. Its tantalizing scent wafted over to him. He might as well eat some more, or else it would end up in the dogs' dishes.

Just as he finished his pancake and wurst, he heard a raucous laugh outside the door and he realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach: they were here.

"Ohonhonhon~" France laughed pervertedly. "Is Ludwig not enjoying our company?"

"No, he is not. Not at all." Germany said through gritted teeth.

"Aw, leave him alone Francis. Poor guy doesn't know how to deal with emotions." Spain said sympathetically. He could have been teasing or just obliviously serious, but either way Germany hated him for it.

"Shut up already, the both of you! You haven't shut your mouths since you got here!" He shoved plates at them. "Here, eat something, do anything besides talk! Just be quiet!"

The two nuisances accepted the foffer of ree food and loaded their plates. After a minute of relaxing silence, Germany felt a wandering hand slowly slide up his leg.

"DAMN YOU, FRANCE!"