A girl and her frying pan

Chapter 2

"You dummkompf!"

Prussia winced as Germany roared in his ears. He had only just woken up as well. He couldn't deal with this crap before he got a jug of beer.

"How in the world did you manage to lose them! I had specifically asked you to look after them did I not? You are so irresponsible, even Italy would've done a better job, and he's more of a dummkompf than you are! What happens if they somehow completely lose their way? Are you going to take responsibility? I hope you are you idiotic, airhea...."

Prussia started to tune out Germany's lectured and plonked himself on the couch, resting the back of his head on the top of the couch. It wasn't his fault that the dogs were missing. They ran off by themselves! He didn't understand why Germany was so angry. They would find their way back eventually. 

"Hey!"

He picked up the jacket the Germany had thrown at his face and glared at him. Germany was already dressed and waiting, arms crossed and his foot tapping impatiently. His eyes were an icy blue as he glowered at Prussia. Prussia sighed, feeling a little worried on his part for the dogs. He slipped on his jacket, fastening his cross under his collar. He stepped outside and jumped when Germany slammed the door shut behind them. Without bothering to lock the door, Germany marched quickly forward, throwing Prussia a 'what-are-you-waiting-for' look behind his shoulder. Prussia quickly followed in pursuit. 

"Blackie! Aster! Berlitz!"

Their bounced off the building walls and echoed through the streets. The temperature had dropped, an unpleasant change from yesterday's hot weather. Normally Prussia would've attempted to tease Germany for not being able to withstand a little bit of cold but even he knew when he should just keep quiet. Suddenly Germany whipped around and grabbed Prussia's shoulders. Prussia grunted in annoyance and tried to push Germany's arms away but one look at his face and Prussia stopped resisting. His expression was one of great sadness and with a small squeeze of Prussia's shoulders he begged in a low voice,

"Prussia, where are they? Please find them. Please."

Hearing the desperation in Germany's face and seeing this side of him, Prussia completely forgot about his own anger in Germany. With renewed determination, he gently lifted Germany's hands from his shoulders.

"Don't worry West. We'll find them! No dog would want to stay away from the awesome me!"

With that, he headed off in the direction towards Austria, in which he had last walked with the dogs yesterday. 

They arrived in Austria and continued to search for the missing animals. It wasn't long before Prussia finally caught sight of the familiar, coloured pelts of the three dogs. He called out to West, who came running over. Just as he was about to approach the dogs, a shadow stepped out from behind a tree. Dread flooded his body as he recognized the long, brown hair and the frying pan in hand. This time, Hungary wore a sea-green maid's oufit and a single pink flower in her hair. Prussia would've actually thought she was quite pretty were it not the aura of death that rolled off in waves from her body.

"H-Hey Hungary. I know I'm cool but for you to stalk me? Man I didn't know I was that cool!"

He saw Hungary's brow twitched and he quickly ducked behind Germany, but Germany, upon seeing his dogs quickly rushed over and buried himself in their massive, furry bodies. She walked up towards him and he closed his eyes, preparing himself for the blow that was sure to come when suddenly, he heard Austria call out,

"Hungary? What's going on here?"

He stood a few meters from Germany, his arms crossed and his purple coat fluttering lightly in the breeze. Hungary froze and throwing Prussia one last glare, rushed over to Austria's side. She wrapped her arms protectively around Austria, still scowling at Prussia from over Austria's shoulder.

"H-hungary! What are you doing? Please let go of me, you'll wrinkle my coat."

She ignored him and Austria sighed, suddenly noticing Prussia.

"Prussia, would you care to tell me what is going on here?"

Germany stood up and adressed Austria, explaining their reason for coming here in the first place. Prussia watched from a distance, tapping his foot impatiently for Germany to finish so that they could go home. He noticed as Hungary nuzzled her face into Austria's back, looking up at him with big, round eyes filled with a strong emotion that Prussia had not seen in her expression before. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he felt a twang of jealousy and seeing her acting so touchy-feely around Austria.

What's so great about him anyway? That weak, stupid aristocrat who cries when he's alone and is constantly getting beaten up. How is it that he is putting that expression on her face? I should be the one to do that!

Prussia flinched. Of course he didn't want that! Who would want to be so lovey-dovey with such an idiotic tomboy anyway? Certainly not the cool, awesome Prussia! Clustering is for the weak! 

Prussia grinned with self-satisfaction as he recalled forcing Austria to bow before him and beg him for mercy. Hmph! I was so awesome then! I made that pretentious weakling!

Without warning, Prussia found himself flat on his back, his vision swimming with stars. His head throbbed angrily and he thought he felt blood trickling down his cheek. With a groan he sat up to see a frying pan laying on the ground next to him and Hungary grinning triumphantly.

"Brother!"

Germany rushed over, pulling Prussia with ease onto his feet.  He heard Austria scolding Hungary who made the excuse that he was thinking badly of Austria, which he was. Germany scowled at Hungary with a low,

"It seems we have overstayed our welcome. Let us go Brother. Heel!"

With the dogs bounding at his feet, Germany walked off towards home with Prussia staggering behind. Though Prussia was still furious with Hungary for damaging his handsome face, he couldn't help but smile at her as he looked at the couple over his shoulder. She automatically grinned back at him before realising what she had done and turning her head away. Prussia chuckled, all of the morning's bitterness replaced by the sweet-Hungarian sensation that smothered his mind.