Prussia hauled up his phone and quickly took a series of pictures when he saw England on the couch with Serbia on top of him. Serbia was easily recognized because no one else was wearing a military uniform and if they had it would at least been ironed. Serbia was a constant mess appearance wise and had a kind of bad reputation but Prussia thought he could come to like the other nation. Especially after this.

"Wow," he said to himself. Just an hour or so ago Serbia had loudly threatened to recognize Sealand. The pictures were totally going up on his blog, otherwise no one would believe him. America was looking at them too without doing anything about it.

"Aren't you two allies or something?" Prussia wondered as Serbia's hands moved in beneath England's shirt. Prussia took another picture.

"Meh," America said. "He seems pretty into it. Congratulations on the promotion by the way. Whatever you were promoted too, I didn't think it was very clear at all..."

"I'm promoted to trustworthy."

"Good for you!"

If it was anyone but America Prussia probably would have told him to go to hell for being condescending. But it wasn't such a great idea to mess with America unless you were Russia, who America still was unreasonably afraid of.

"But I thought you would go for Iran or something, so you could continue to try out every kind of evil fanaticism there is."

"I'm standing right here," Iran said.

"Why is Russia inviting every disagreeable nation on earth," America mumbled under his breath before he desperately tried to smooth things over. Prussia thought America should have Texas checked out. Even if the black things Iran liked to dress in worked nicely as camouflage in the dimly lighted room it was still damn obvious she was spying.

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Prussia left America to his own devices and searched after Russia. He wanted to share the photos he just took and see Russia break down giggling too. He stopped to send China and Korea copies, who had proper cell-phones unlike Russia.

"I love how screwed up you are in Europe," Korea said and began to drink from a new glass China handed him the second he finished his previous. "Promiscuous party favors did not originate in Korea! Or even in China."

"Korea is much easier to handle when he is drunk," China whispered. He looked very proud over this discovery.

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Prussia found Russia in a guest bedroom. He wasn't alone, Latvia was trapped between Russia and the wall and looked at the newcomer with pleading eyes. Latvia's shirt had been unbuttoned to allow Russia more access to his body.

"What exactly are you doing?" Prussia asked. Strange, he almost felt a little bit jealous. Russia's attention turned to him instead and Latvia managed to escape.

"I planned to share with you," Russia said as Latvia almost stumbled on his own legs in the attempt to get away as quickly as possible.

"I think we should stay away from such blatantly evil things," Prussia said, with much regret. Latvia was cute. "At least unless it has huge benefits."

Russia shrugged. "Latvia is independent for now. If he truly wanted nothing to do with me he would stay away. I looked through those novels he is constantly reading... He can't be that innocent."

Prussia considered trying to point out that it didn't exactly work like that. Latvia probably wouldn't dare to turn down a friendly invitation in fear of it becoming unfriendly. Ultimately he dismissed it as not worth the bother. Maybe Russia was right and Latvia just played hard to get.

"Another time perhaps." It did seem like Russia tried to do something nice for him in a deeply screwed up way.

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Germany, Italy and America went home late after they finally managed to drag away the extremely drunk United Kingdom nations. Apparently England won some drinking contest and eventually ended up so out of it that even Serbia got bored with him.

"Why did we invite Scotland and Ireland again?"

"It was the only sensible thing I could do after I heard England disliked them."

When he wasn't on the receiving end Prussia loved how sadistic Russia's sense of humor could be. If he only managed to figure out when Russia was being sadistic because he did not pay attention and when he was sadistic with intent things would be so much easier.

"You do know there is a Wales too, right?"

"Of course I know. I'm not as hopeless as America."

"Speaking of America, I also wonder why we want to hang out with every disagreeable nation on earth. I noticed that North Korea was the one on the guest list even if it was the other one who actually showed up."

"Don't you remember what it was like to have horrible bosses? North is welcome here anytime as long as she doesn't expect political support. Besides, it's only almost every disagreeable nation in Europe and Asia. Our house would be a bit crowded with everyone, don't you think?"

Aw, our house. It made Prussia feel all warm and fuzzy inside, especially since Russia seemed unaware of his choice of words.

"I guess," Prussia agreed. "And thanks. It was fun and it's nice to be back."

"I missed your horrible breakfast when you were gone," Russia said.

Prussia snickered, Russia must be very drunk to admit something like that. Or unusually sober. Prussia had started to make muesli with sour milk when the cooking part of a warm breakfast failed him and while Russia constantly expressed displeasure with this he ended up eating it anyway.

"I missed the up times of your mood swings."

Russia glared at him. "I have a lot of things on my mind."

"Of course, of course," Prussia agreed. "Not nearly as sinister things as America thinks I bet."

It was strangely comfortable to be back again. Perhaps it was because Russia's house was so ridiculously oversized but it was easier to claim a part that actually felt like his than with Germany. Russia had proved to be a worthy opponent over and over again, it was less humiliating to be subjected to him than to his own younger brother. Prussia would never tell Russia he was sorry about their past because he didn't believe in apologizes. The only reasonable thing to do was to prove with actions rather than words that things had changed.

He knew for sure they had managed to change things when Russia's smile reached his eyes at Prussia's answer. They had more beer and drew new lines on a map, joking about what parts of who they were going to claim. Even if they probably would not end up doing even a fraction of the daring plans Prussia thought it wasn't bad to dream with someone who dreamed the same dreams he did. It was about as a happy ending as they deserved he supposed.

"For living in interesting times," Prussia said and raised his glass.

"You do know that is considered a curse?"

"Not in my world," Prussia replied. He couldn't think of a better gift than an interesting life.

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Kind of a happy ending, I hope. Please review if you liked it :)