Warning: For swearing in this and probably every chapter Prussia appears in.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

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It was a day like any other in Germany. Prussia would have enjoyed the clear sky and spring air if he wasn't worrying about where he was going to sleep that night.

"Piyo, piyo!"

Prussia unconsciously reached up to scratch Gilbird on the head. "I know, I know." He ignored the weird looks people were giving him. He was used to it, being an albino and all. Having a yellow chick perched on his head wasn't really adding or taking away from his overall appearance.

He stuffed his hands in his jacket and fumed. Why was Germany such a spoilsport? It wasn't like he'd meant to bathe Ita in pancake batter mix, or trip Germany down the stairs. Couldn't he be happy that Romano had been too paralyzed with fear to move away from Germany's trajectory and brake his fall? Seriously, it had all been just one huge coincidence. One really funny coincidence. No one can blame him for laughing! Anyone else would have if they had been in his position.

That's why Prussia felt it was unfair to punish him by kicking him out of the house.

"West ist so unvernünftig."

He ducked into a bar and sat himself in a stool.

"Diebels Alt."

The bartender didn't even bat an eye and Prussia soon was taking a long and deep gulp of his beer.

"Ah, that hits the spot. Isn't that right Gilbird? Kesese!" He fished out his phone and started texting obscene messages to Austria. There was one response, kindly ordering him to stop and then silence. Prussia, of course, did not stop. The texting went on for a while until Hungary called him and screamed that she was going to kill him the next time she saw him. He immediately hung up on her mid-rant and ordered another beer.

He nursed his beer for a moment and then dialed France. He didn't have to wait long for France to pick up.

"Bonjour Prussia. What is the matter?"

"Why do you think something's wrong. I could be calling just to chat." He heard France hum on the other end and just got right down to the point. "Alright, so I got kicked out of Germany's place indefinitely and I have nowhere to go. Could I maybe—,"

"Non."

"Wha? You didn't even let me finish my sentence!"

"Might I remind you, mon cher Prussia, what happened last time I let you stay over my place? Never again. Find someone else. Au revoir!"

"Wait. Don't you dare hang up on me Fra—" He glared at the phone and banged his fist on the table, startling the dude sitting next to him. "Scheiße!" He continued cursing until he remembered his other friend.

"Spain!" He quickly dialed and waited.

"Hola."

"Spain! My awesome bro, I'm so happy you answered. Listen, I need a place to crash."

There was a long pause on the other end and Prussia got a bad feeling.

"Oh, I'm sorry amigo, but Romano is coming over and I'm pretty sure he'd kill me if I let you stay. He told me what happened."

Prussia rolled his eyes. "Just tell him he can't come over. He's at your place almost every day. I only get to see you when we go out drinking."

"No. I don't think so. Call France."

"I did," he said, "but the fucker said no."

"Well then, maybe you should apologize to your brother. He's a good man."

Prussia recalled his brother's face and shook his head. "My brother's kinda pissed off at me at the moment. I wanna let him cool down before he sees me again. Which is why I need a place to stay."

"Perdón, but I can't do it."

Prussia deflated and audibly sighed. "Fine." He hung up and drained the last of his beer. The bartender looked at him and Prussia made a hand gesture for more. "Keep them coming."

It was close to three when he stumbled out of the place and happily sang his way to the airport. He had enough money to last him for a while as long he abstained from spending it on unnecessary stuff. At least that's what his hazy mind told him.

At any other time, he would have grudgingly agreed but he was still buzzed so when he came to the window to order his ticket, he asked to be placed in first class. After all, he was a rather important person and deserved first class even if the people working here didn't know that he was important.

He heaved himself in a chair and lightly dozed off as he waited for his plane to board. From that point on everything was hazy. He wasn't sure how he managed to get on the plane. All he knew was that he woke up to someone shaking his shoulder.

He blinked owlishly and glanced around. "What? Where am I?"

"Sir," the flight attendant said, her voice strained as she tried to be cordial to the obviously hungover man. "We have arrived. It's time to leave."

Still mentally off balance, he stumbled his way outside to the terminal. He stretched his cramped body and looked at the unfamiliar place around him. On his head, Gilbird pecked his head and he reached to bring the bird to eye level. He raised an eyebrow. "Gillybird. Do you have any idea where I bought a ticket to?"

He watched Gilbird puff up and fly over to a sign. Prussia would have laughed if he wasn't so worn out and doomed. Yes, definitely doomed.

Prussia ran a hand through his pale hair and scowled. "Aw, for fucks sake. Out of all the places I could have…It just had to be England."

A/N: Hello there. This is actually more of an experiment to get me back into writing. Most chapters will be short and will probably end at strange places only to start at the same place in the next chapter. This means a day will pass in the span of three chapters sometimes. If you don't like slow and somewhat fragmented stuff then you shouldn't read. Like I said, this is mostly to get me back into some sort of rhythm in my writing. If I do finish this story, I might go back and edit and fuse chapters together and stuff but that's getting way ahead of myself.

I don't know how long this will be but I do have an idea of where I want to take it. Don't expect action or anything (of either kind). I've never written Prussia or England so I have no idea if I'm doing them justice. I really would like your input and I'm especially interested in creative criticism. Don't be shy about telling me something about my grammar and spelling (but also don't be rude).

What else. Oh yes! I'm making a promise to myself to update every week but I won't make any promises to you guys because I know how I am. Meaning the chapter is being written but I fell behind in completing it. Or I'm holding back until I can plan further along and not get stuck.

Translations:

German:

West ist so unvernünftig – West is so unreasonable

Scheiße – shit (will be used a lot - haha!)

The French and Spanish are basic. If you really want me to put the translations then just tell me. I really don't mind.

Notes:

Diebels Alt is…a German beer

Piyo – I like it better than tweet-tweet or pip-pip