I'm sosososo sorry it's been like a year since I last updated, my depression has been in a shitty place, but I am back and ready to write (most of the time)

Nyo Germany

The run had been exhilerating, She'd always been a good runner, not as good as Italy, but to be honest, who was? Training had always calmed her nerves, and she was not in the mood to deal with one of her stomach aches. The meeting was now only two hours away, time enough for her to shower and sort out her hair, and then she'd need to get dressed. Prussia slouched on the sofa, seemingly opting out of having a shower. Germany jogged up the stairs and nearly collided headlong into Italy.

"Germany! just the lady I wanted to see. I called Hungary and she's sent over some clothes for you" Italy beamed, handing her the untidily folded clothes, pretty, but not really her style.

"Thank you." She replied, taking the clothes from Italy and continuing up the stairs. Clean clothes, clean hair, clean everything, now this was paradise. She could even smell the detergent on the skirt, blouse and waistcoat.

Germany

"Little brooooootheeeeeer," sang a loud voice in Germany's ear. "Little broooooootheeeer! you're coming out with me and the ladiiiiies todaaaaaay"

Germany looked through his eye lashes at his deranged older sister.

"What time is it?" He groaned, his internal body clock usually woke him up at around half five in the morning.

"Quarter past three. I just thought I'd tell you because I'm excited" Prussia crowed.

There was a heavy knock on the wall "Some of us are trying to sleep!" Italy complained sleepily

Germany hushed his voice and nudged Berlitz enough to move his arm . "Prussia, I will wake up at half five and then we will talk, okay?"

Prussia's lower lip jutted out "I thought I'd give you a chance to plan escape routes and shit, Spain's bringing Romano, it's our 'Big sisters and henchwomen brunch' Canada will be there too, and Italy said she'd come to make sure Romano doesn't go all She-Hulk on you"

Well...he supposed that was pretty thoughtful.

Nyo Germany

Chaos mixed with a cement mixer full of explosions and annoyance. That was the sound coming from downstairs. Germany decided to repress it and continue washing her hair.

But the noise rose through the floorboards and echoed around the bath room.

"What do you mean you invited me here to visit the potato bastard?"

Romano, probably Romano. There was a quiet and muffled reply.

"I don't give a flying shit about the meeting, and what do you mean it's to prepare me for the shock, what? Has become more German and boring?"

Harsh muttering from both brothers ensued.

Germany calmly finished her shower and got dressed in Hungary's clothes. She took a deep breath and left the safety of the bathroom and prepared herself for the worst.

Timidly, she made her way downstairs, ready for anything.

"Ah, so finally he decides to stop wasting my time and-" The grumpy looking man who could only be Romano's male counterpart started, but then something seemed to register in his mind and he simply squeaked.

His process was visible on his face. Germany=hated by Romano, Girls=loved by Romano, but Germany=A girl. Romano appeared to have short circuited, and then, all of a sudden he was back.

He kissed her on both cheeks "Would you like a coffee?" he blurted out, his cheeks reddening.

Germany smiled "Ah, this is because you flirt with women, right?"

"COFFEE IT IS! Feliciano, come with me to the kitchen to explain what this is!" Romano hissed violently.

Italy chuckled and sent a wink in Germany's direction before following his brother out of the room.

Germany smoothed her skirt and sat down on the sofa, immediately being smothered by Blackie who decided that then was the perfect time for a cuddle.

Prussia was also in the room along with a curly haired man with a painfully mismatching outfit. A bright blue shirt was matched with a bright yellow tie with purple stripes.

"This is Germany?" Asked the man. He didn't sound happy.

"This is" She replied.

The man frowned, Prussia looked between the two before elbowing the man. "Spain, She's still Germany, Romano's just on auto pilot"

The man broke out into a dazzling smile "Oh, okay. Hi Germany. I like your girl self, you look happy, um," he looked around and then sat forward on his seat to whisper conspiratorially "Where you're from, is the girl me with the girl Roma?"

"What?" Germany asked

Spain ruffled the hair on the back of his head "I want to know whether your Spain is going out with your Romano, so that I know whether or not this me can ask this Romano if we can go out."

Germany kneaded her temples and groaned, it would seem that Spain was the same in every universe. "No," She replied "You're going to have to break new ground there"

Spain pulled a dissappointed face.

Germany

Germany sat outside a picturesque cafe beneath a parasol surrounded by women and trying to drink a dainty espresso. Prussia and Italy sat either side of him, Prussia with an iced tea, and Italy with a cappuccino. France was elegantly drinking a lemonade with Canada who wore pigtails and a red cardigan. She drank a hot chocolate. Spain and Romano both sipped on espresso, Romano glared daggers at Germany's drink, presumably displeased that she had chosen the same drink as he had. The atmosphere was suprisingly light. France was regailing them with a tale that could not be repeated in front of young children or the elderly, Prussia was talking over her and Canada was simply smiling contentedly.

Nyo Germany

They were ten minutes late for the meeting. Germany was not happy, she had tried to get everyone out on time, but no, they had to dwardle. And now they were LATE!

Germany folded her arms across her chest, fantastic. She slammed through the doors and was confronted by a vast crowd, almost all male.

"You're all men!" She blurted out without meaning to.