Frozen X Hetalia!

Part 2

  Time passes. Prussia is still locked in his room. Holy Rome—now called Germany—misses him badly.
"Prussia!" he calls as he pounds on the door. "Brother! Let's play!"
"Not now I'm naked. But if you really want to—"
"NO!" Germany runs away.
Years pass. Prussia hasn't accepted any of Germany's invitations, but he's still stubborn.
"Prussia? Come on. Just come out for a little while? Please?"
"No. There's... there's a huge spider in here and... ya it's going to be a mess when I kill it. You really don't want to come in here right now."
"First of all, I know you're lying, and second I'm not afraid of—"
Suddenly the door flies open and Prussia throws the spider onto him. Germany screams and begins spazing out as he tries to get it off.
"I told you so."
More years pass.
"Brother, why won't you just come out and see me!?" Germany shouts from the other side of the door.
"Because... I..." Prussia cringes. "I like being alone. So just go away."
Germany's stern look drops into sadness. He hangs his head and walks away.
Several years later, Germania leaves for a trip. The ships crashes in a storm. He's lost at sea.
Germany came to the funeral. Prussia didn't.
"Brother," Germany calls softly. "I... I know this is hard... and I know you like being alone, and that you've shoved me away so many times, but... I'm still here for you..." Germany lays his head against the door.
On the other side, Prussia is doing the same, crying silently.
...
The day has finally come.
The Kingdom of Hetalia is preparing for Prince Prussia's coronation—the streets bustling with people and excitement, workers putting decorations on display, a mass of ships arriving at the harbor, the atmosphere warm and exhilarating.
"Do you want some food, Romano?" Italy asks.
Romano glares back at his brother. "Of course you stupid idiot, we've been starved for three days thanks to your hopeless adventures—"
"Aw, you're begging!" Italy smiles. "Say please!"
"I'm not begging you son of a *****!"
"Alright, you can have some!" Italy tosses him a tomato.
Not very far away, Duke Austria had just arrived.
"Finally, we'll get to meet the jerk who keeps ripping me off," he mumbles as he follows the crowd to the castle with his guard, Hungary.
...
In the castle, the servant comes to Germany's room to wake him.
"Excuse me, Prince Ger—" But before they can even knock, the door flies open. Germany is standing there with his hair combed, his suit on, and his eyes glaring at the servant.
"I've been ready. You were supposed to come to wake me up five minutes ago! They day's just begun and we're already behind schedule! If this was a train station we would have crashed!"
The servant stares in dismay as the prince makes his way down the hall to check on the rest of the progress. He goes around shifting some decorations here and there, asking what rooms have lacked cleaning, and being OCD about every detail. When he decides his work is as good as done, he takes a walk around the castle to calm his nerves.
"People are coming..." he keeps saying to himself. "People in the castle. That hasn't happened for as long as I can remember. Still, I'll only have to deal with it for a day..." he sighs, peering out the window at the gathering crowd in the town.
"I suppose there could be an upside to all of this," he smiles almost to himself. "Maybe I can finally meet a friend."
...
"You can do it, you can do it, come on," Prussia keeps mumbling as he paces about his room, wearily clasping his hands.
"I can contain my awesomeness for one day. One day. Then it's over..." he frowns a little.
"I just wish it was okay to be awesome so we could do this all the time..."
...
While the castle doors were open, Germany decides to go out and take a walk around the streets, as he hadn't in forever.
"What can be the harm?" he thought to himself. "There's so many people, no one will ever see or recognize me. Besides, I need to at least get acquainted with fresh air."
But, with his luck, just as he steps out into the streets, a Mustang collides with him—a car, that is.
"Ack!" he groans as he picks himself off the ground. He hears the car door slam as the driver rushes out to check on him.
"Oh crap, dude, are you alright!?"
"Well, considering you just hit me with your car, I suppose I'm as alright as I can be," Germany groans as the stranger takes his hand and helps him to his feet.
"Thank goodness," he sighs with relief. "Anyway, uh, I'm Prince America!"
"Prince Germany," he replies, dusting his suit off.
"CRAP ARE YOU TELLING ME I JUST HIT THE FREAKING PRINCE WITH MY CAR!?"
"I've taken worse hits, so it's really no big deal," Germany tells him. "Though, if it was my brother—the one whose coronation is today—he may have body slammed you."
"Haha, your brother sounds a bit scary," America laughs nervously.
"Ya, well, I'll have to see you later. I have to get back to the castle."