The World's Most Awesome Country... On In-Laws
By Yolapeoples

Characters/Pairings: Prussia, Spain, France. Implied married!GerIta and married!Spamano.
Summary: "Guess what the Awesome Me just figured out!" Prussia realizes something, Spain is clueless and France has suspicious grocery bags. Implied GerIta and Spamano.
Rating:T for, well, the Bad Touch Trio… Yeah.
Warnings: Prussia definitely had coffee this morning even though I didn't. Overabuse of long sentences, parentheses and the word "awesome".
A/n: Oh hey look! It's an update! *fail*

Based on the fact that if Spain married Romano and Germany married Italy, guess who would be in-laws.

"Hey Spain!" yelled Prussia from where he was currently sprawled out on the entirety of Germany's living room couch, taking advantage of said German's not being home to prop his feet up on one end of the couch, his head resting on the other, completely ignoring Germany's "no combat boots on the furniture" rule. What kind of unawesome rule was that anyway? (The German kind, Prussia rationalized.)

He had also invited the Bad Touch Trio over and though Spain and France were both individually on Germany's "Okay to allow into the house" list, they weren't when they were both there together, or at least especially so when Prussia was with them. (Romano was also not to be let in after that one time with the dart gun, along with any circumstance that may lead to Italy being alone in the kitchen. Japan was allowed in except in the presence of certain suspicious types of magazines, and when Prussia was there, Hungary was required to sign a release form that exempted Germany from covering any damages.)

Dumb West was a bit over-precautious when it came to rules, according to Prussia, especially considering Germany's house was practically his own these days. (He refused to call it freeloading because that would be way too unawesome; Prussia preferred to call it "enlightening West to the true ways of the Awesome".) In the end, it hadn't really mattered much; as far as Prussia was concerned, rules were made for the sole purpose of being broken. The only thing that had kept Germany's house from bursting spontaneously into flame was the fact that Germany was very adept at enforcing said rules. (But that's a story for some other time.)

Anyway, Prussia had successfully convinced Spain to make him food, which in retrospect had not been that difficult to do, while France had gone out to run some highly suspicious "errands". (Because who wanted to run boring errands when they could be hanging out with Prussia?)

"Ehhh?" Spain stuck his head out of the kitchen, a spatula in hand, wedding band glinting from his ring finger. Prussia, repositioning himself so that he could see over the back of the couch, wondered where the hell the tomato-print apron had come from. (Spain couldn't possibly carry the thing with him all the time in case of cooking emergencies, could he? … Prussia scratched out that last thought; this was Spain he was talking about.)

"Guess what the Awesome Me just realized!" said Prussia, lifting himself off the couch lazily.

Spain blinked as Prussia approached him. "What?"

Prussia smirked, striking a pose to emphasize his point, "We're related!"

Dead silence; Prussia gave the Spaniard a few moments for it to sink in. (It was a pretty awesome conclusion, if he didn't say so himself, and would probably have blown anyone's mind, plus Spain had never been too quick on the uptake to begin with.)

Slowly, Prussia saw the cogs start to turn in Spain's head as the man brightened, his smile becoming powerful enough to power most of Europe and maybe Sealand.

"Ohh…" said Spain as a sign of recognition before glomping the other man for all he was worth (which was actually quite a lot, in Switzerland, where a certain gunhappy guy had put a bounty on his head).

"We're related!" repeated Spain happily. Prussia smirked and was about to laugh when the front door opened and France came in carrying quite innocent-enough-looking grocery bags. (Condoms, Prussia's mind would nag later, date rape drugs, aphrodisiacs or… or dead bodies!)

"Oh ho ho~!" chuckled the Frenchman, eyeing the two suspiciously, Spain having yet to release Prussia from his hug.

"Espagne!" France mock-gasped, "So soon after the wedding? And with Prussie no less! What will Romano say?" France paused before wiggling an eyebrow at them, "You will, of course, let me join in, will you not?"

Spain just blinked in confusion, France's insinuations going right over his head; Prussia just scoffed, sticking his tongue out at the Frenchman.

"You're just jealous because you're not related to the Awesome Me!"

…Fin.

A/n: Ha ha ha, okay, so that shouldn't have been as fun to write as it was. (I especially enjoy writing Prussia's little though-parentheses, if you didn't notice. XD)

Might continue on with this idea of in-laws eventually~. Not entirely sure.

P.S. France really was just getting normal groceries. (He had run out of his fancy "shampooing"! *le gasp*)