"How could they make the awesome me do this!" Prussia was complaining non-stop, saying how he's way too awesome for this kinda thing. But that's messed up! Why? Because you're freaking aweomser!

"Shut the hell up! I'm way awesomer than you, so if anyone should be complaining, it should be me!" You growled at him, earning a glare.

"You wish you were as awesome as me!"

"I don't have to wish it when I already am! Heck, I bet I'm even awesomer at kissing!"

It had been a normal day at the world conference, well their own kind of (odd) normal, when the ever-so-loud America asked, a.k.a demanded/yelled happily, for you and Prussia to go get something to eat for everyone. England had offered his...unique cooking, but Italy automatically screamed his food tasted like crap. Which made poor, little England sulk. France did not help what-so-ever, all he wanted to do was flirt (sexually harass) with any breathing, beautiful life. As for the others, it was either fighting or Germany stopping both Italy and France from attacking you. Meaning, Italy wanted hugs from the pretty lady, while France...you get the point.

So now, you and your awesomeness was going to the closest restaurant you guys could find.

Both of you, without noticing, had stepped closer towards each other. So much, that now you were face to face with him. Realizing this, you were about to step back but wasn't able to when a certain crimson-eyed man wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm more awesome at kissing than you! Watch me prove it!" He dipped his head forward, but a hand stopped his lips from claiming yours.

"Like hell you're getting a kiss from me like that! Besides, I'm more awesome!" You hissed, trying to free yourself.

"The awesome me can do whatever I want! And what I want is that kiss!" Removing your hand, he successfully was able to kiss your sweet lips. At first, you pushed on his chest. But then...you felt something weird deep within your heart. Some kinda feeling...attraction, maybe? Or something else? Whatever the case, you placed your hands onto his chest. But not in a 'get away from me way'. After a few minutes, both of you pulled back for air. You were blushing, no doubt, him on the other hand...

"See! The awesome me is amazing! Now let's hurry with that food or those losers won't let me hear the end of it!" Smirking, he started walking away. You stayed behind for a moment, wondering what that small yet warm feeling was. "Are you just gonna stand there? Come on, the awesome me is waiting!" Smiling a bit, you run to his side. You looked down at his hand as you walked down the sidewalk, would he mind if you...?

"Here, let me hold your hand. Because if you get lost, the awesome me won't be happy." Gasping when he took hold of your hand, you were shocked by not only his words but the very faint blush on his handsome face. So he was thinking the same thing, huh?

"Oh, Prussia...I'm still more awesome at kissing~!"

And so the awesome war began...