'Are you a dog person or cat person, Prussia?' Austria asked as he cut a thin slice out of his filet, the diamond encrusted knife moving with taut preciseness.

'Does it matter?' Prussia scoffed, his mouth still full from the previous bite of… something. Whatever it was, it had been stolen off of Hungary's plate, and therefore tasted infinitely better. The view of a ticked off brunette complemented the flavor rather well, too.

'I'm just trying to make pleasant dinner conversation, Prussia.'

He ignored Austria and continued to stuff his mouth with the overpriced mashed potato that was left on his plate, making shameless eating noises as he did so. Having gotten bored of the yellow mush, he hovered his fork over Hungary's plate as he looked for the next delicious thing to eat.

Hungary smacked his hand away. 'Prussia, please! Can't you just behave for once!' She glared at him with emerald green eyes.

Well, no. Not quite emerald, Prussia thought. More like… olive green? Mossy green? That didn't sound right either. Olives and moss were dull and Hungary's eyes were anything but that.

Forest green?

No.

Clover green?

Nope.

Jade green?

Definitely not.

How about basil green?

'Prussia!' Hungary smacked him on the back of the head, interrupting his train of thought abruptly.

'Hey!' He rubbed the back of his head. That woman hit a lot harder than you'd expect.

'Well, don't you?' She looked at him expectantly with… basil green eyes. Although he still felt like basil was such an underwhelming way to describe them.

'Don't I what?'

He must have missed something pretty important, because Austria looked quite disappointed, and Hungary's hand seemed to itch for a frying pan to hit him with right now.

'What Hungary's been saying, Prussia,' Austria set down his glittering knife and fork. 'is that we've been fighting for too long, and that maybe… it's time we make peace with each other.'

'Ha!' Prussia burst out an obnoxiously loud cackle, earning glances from people on the nearby tables. Such a boring place this was. And of course, it was also Austria's favorite restaurant. 'Me, not fight? I am the almighty and awesome Prussia! I never surrender to likes of you stupid aristocrats!'

'We're not asking you to surrender, hülye! We're asking you to be a decent human being!' Hungary says, her hands in her lap. Prussia could only assume she was restraining the need to punch him.

'All you do is brag and shout and cause trouble wherever you go!' She continued, her face reddening. 'You're a selfish child and it seems like you'll never grow up either!'

'Do I look like I care?' Prussia says, still grinning idiotically. 'You don't like me, fine! You two losers can make your peace without me!'

I was always better off alone anyway.

He pushed his chair away abruptly and left.

'Prussia, the door's the other way.' Austria pointed out dryly.

'I know where I'm going!' Pretentious bastard.

Prussia continued to walk towards what was very clearly not the exit, but it was nevertheless a door. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to go here, but he was Prussia and Prussia did not give two scheißt about what doors are to be used. He opened the door and stepped out into an alley.

'So this was an exit, after all.' He closed the door behind him.

'Halo~'

'Aagh!' Prussia jumped up, startled by the sight of a peculiar looking blonde, who had apparently been standing behind the door.

'Poland?' Prussia brushed himself off, pretending as if he had not yelped in such a totally not awesome manner. He eyed the blonde suspiciously. 'Er…that's a nice dress you're wearing. You've finally decided to come out the closet?'

'Tch!' Poland's face twisted in annoyance. 'No! I just like wearing it! Masz problem?'

'No, not at all!' He grinned as his eyes lowered to the hem of the knee length summer dress the blonde was wearing rather confidently. 'Not at all…'

'Hey! Eyes up here, pervert! I didn't come here for you to, like, ogle at me!'

'Then what did you come here for?'

'Well… Let's just say I've got an old score to settle.' Poland chuckled, although his tone of voice was quite serious. 'Come on out, guys!'

No one came. Now it was Prussia's turn to laugh. 'Guess your little army deserted you! Ha! What a loser!'

'This isn't funny, you guys!' Poland shouted. 'Latvia! Lithuania, you coward! I swear I'll get back at you for this if you don't get here now!'

After an awkward moment's silence, the two other nations did appear, although somewhat hesitantly.

'Oh… hey Prussia.' Lithuania says, shaking slightly. 'I…um. I'm sorry for this. You see, Poland insisted we help him even though I told him it wasn't really a good idea but he said if we didn't help he'd throw himself off a cliff and we believed him so we-'

'Liet! Sza!' Poland snapped. He turned to Prussia. 'Now, if you'll just come along with us, I can assure you there will be no trouble for you.'

Prussia scoffed. 'Is this your sorry attempt at a kidnapping? 'Cuz you losers sure as hell ain't capturing the almighty Prussia!' He burst out laughing maniacally.

Poland took a step closer. 'Come with us, or else.'

'Or else what?'

Poland grinned as he pulled out a walkie-talkie. He switched it on. 'Estonia, give us your status.'

'I'm flying above the restaurant right now. Poland, a-are you sure you want me to do this?' A voice from the walkie-talkie spoke. 'This is a really bad idea!'

'Only if Prussia refuses to cooperate.'

'Wait, do what? What is this?' Prussia looked at Lithuania in hopes of an answer. Nothing. The brunette looked scared shitless.

'Our friend Estonia is piloting a military aircraft carrying a B61 nuclear bomb,' Poland answered instead. 'And I'm afraid if you don't cooperate, your idiotic face will be blown to smithereens!'

'But Poland, it'll blow us up too!' Lithuania shrieked. 'Don't do this!'

'Nuclear bomb?!' Mein Gott!' Prussia took a step back. These bastards were crazy. Hand-to-hand combat he could do. Guns, sure thing. Tanks, even better. But weapons of mass destruction? That was an awesome power he had yet to handle. And certainly not one he was equipped to fight against, even with his mind-blowing awesomeness.

'Where did you even get a B61 bomb?' He took another step back.

Poland followed. 'I have my sources…'

'We stole it from Netherlands!' Lithuania yelped.

'Liet! What did I just tell you?! Milczeć!' Poland glared at the brunette. 'We do things my way!'

Prussia continued to back away. Poland kept advancing regardless. At this point most people would surrender, give themselves up for the sake of preventing crazy Poles nuking the place. But there were two things to keep in mind.

Firstly, as much of a suicidal whack job Poland was, Estonia certainly did not have the balls to carry through with a nuclear attack. Like, please! Nuclear weapons were such an empty threat.

And secondly, he was freaking Prussia. Prussia did not surrender. He was no France or Italy. He was Preußen, and with Old Fritz himself as his witness he would not run away. So fight it was.

He threw off his black gloves, his hands tightening into fists. 'Come on at me, sucker!'

Latvia and Lithuania squirmed. Even Estonia made a fearful noise on the walkie-talkie. Poland though, simply picked up the pace.

'Then you've made your decision. Estonia, prepare to…' Poland trailed off, his eyes widening.

'Aagh!' Lithuania and Latvia screamed.

'Hehe… my awesome formidability is too much for you to bear, ja?' Prussia smirked, hands on his hips.

'Poland, we have to leave! Now!' Lithuania tugged on Poland's shoulder, Latvia having already made a run for it.

'W-W-What the hell is that?!' Poland stuttered, eyes looking at something distant behind Prussia. Prussia did not bother to turn around. After all, what reason other than Prussia himself would the Pole have to react in such a way?

'My awesome manliness, that's what!' Prussia cackled, thoroughly enjoying the panicked way in which Lithuania and Poland scrambled away.

Old Fritz would be so proud of me right now.

Prussia stood there, still in his stance of power, simply drinking in the moment. This was great. This was awesome.

Then, out of nowhere, a squeaky little yelp interrupted his momentary bliss. He turned around, finding no one there. Yet another yelp. He looked down.

He found a white Pomeranian sitting there, pink tongue sticking out and little eyes sparkling at him.

So cute…!

'Ah! Ein Zwergspitz!' He knelt down to the dog. 'What's a cute little thing like you doing here?' He pet the little creature, marveling at just how soft its fur was.

So fluffy…

'Look at you! You're a little fluffball, aren't you?' The dog merely stared back at him with admiring eyes.

Just too adorable.

'I'm taking you home with me.' He said with decisiveness, picking up the Pomeranian without question as to how it ended up here in the first place. 'And you know what? I'm naming you, too. Your name is going to be…uh… Frederick! Or maybe Fritz Jr.? Which do you prefer, nameless little doggy?'

The Pomeranian stared back vacantly, tongue still sticking out.

'Ja, I agree. Fritz Jr. is better.' Prussia ruffled the furry little dog affectionately. 'Off we go then! We can go mess up Austria's house together and then laugh in his face! This is gonna be so awesome…'

And so the adventure begins! This fic was originally going to just be a one-shot about Prussia getting a dog, but the more I wrote, the more ideas I got, and so a multi-chapter it became!

Please feel free to leave a review, they are always appreciated even if you don't have much to say!

Also, don't you love my title? It's very creative,no?

Some translations:

hülye = idiot

scheißt = shit

Masz problem? = Got a problem?

Sza! = shush!

Milczeć! = Quiet!

Ein Zwergspitz = A pomeranian