Bright light shattered the darkness of the rather underwhelming foliage, which had recently been picked apart and rearranged for the benefit of high-riding novelty. Per usual, it had been tended to by one of the human staff that resided to serve the esteemed household of a certain pretentious aristocrat, though if one were to take closer examination of this certain section of the terrace, they may conclude that the unlucky gardener had left with great haste roughly half way through. The result was fertilizer, strewn across the marble pathways carelessly, uprooted weeds laying in random repose across the grass and barren earth, as well as muddy footprints, leading from the property into the oblivion beyond. Truly, it would be an irksome sight to the man whose property had been left in such filthy disarray, had he not been preoccupied with more significant quarrels. For, as of this moment, a certain frying-pan wielding female country was, once again, bickering ever so bitterly with the white haired, red eyed man, who often menaced the house, and himself. Today, the object of dispute happened to be an innocent, unassuming photo album, that the albino former-nation had stolen well the hot-tempered Hungary was discussing world economics with Switzerland, who had come by his former friends out on the insistent request of his adorable younger sister, Lichtenstein. Upon catching sight of the album from her half-open door, the Prussian couldn't help but steal it away. And what, persay, did he find inside? None other then page after page of various countries snogging- among other things. Delighted by the proof that his dangerous adversary was, despite her avid denial, indeed a pervert, he had attempted to sneak off with it, only to be caught by the keen eyed, female nation. Much to Switzerland's disapproval, and Austria's poorly concealed horror, this resulted in a house hold chase, the pan-weilding country intent on bashing the mischievous Germans skull in and removing the offending article from his possession- back to somewhere it would be safe from his sly grasp and prying eyes. Yet, just as Hungary began to catch up to the annoying, swift footed man, the door bell rang, distracting her long enough for Prussia to dart across the room, cackling. Glaring daggers at the man, she turned back to the entrance, and, composing herself, opened the door, her expression cheerfully strained. However, her annoyance faded into surprise at who was currently standing awkwardly upon the porch. Dressed in a white navel uniform with gold accents, a Japanese sword, or a katana, strapped to his hip, he looked respectably uncomfortable, being the antisocial, quiet man he was. His gaze lit up as he noticed who was standing in the doorway, and he bowed, before greeting her,

"Hello, Hungary-san. How are you today?" His words were polite, more customary than anything specific. Though they rarely saw each other, the two nations got along quite well when the chance presented itself, and Hungary was delighted to se her friend, if not slightly confused as to what reason he had come.
"Very well, Japan. But may I ask, why are you here?" The Japanese man looked startled by the question, before realization crashed down around him.
"Oh! Did Austria not tell you I was coming by? He wanted to discuss overseas trading, and the recent events at the embassy in Vienna," Hungary shook her head, figuring it must have slipped his mind, though that was very unlike him. Ushering Japan inside, she secured the door, and turned back, just as Japan spoke up.
"Oh, hello Mr. Aus-" He stopped halfway through the sentence, blinking away embarrassment. Austria and Switzerland were currently in heated debate, over what, neither Japan nor Hungary was really sure, but Lichtenstein had wandered away, and was currently conversing with Prussia, innocent eyed and soft spoken. Uh oh. There was no way anybody could be around the former-nation for extended periods of time without being corrupted. However, Switzerland was too busy bickering and waving his gun around to notice, which was probably a side effect of being in the same breathing space as his former friend. Determined to save the young country from this fate, Hungary stalked over, wielding her frying pan threateningly, well Japan trailed nervously behind. Prussia scuttled away as she advanced, Lichtenstein stepping back to avoid being smashed. Suddenly, Prussia made a mad dash for an opening to Hungary's right, and as she moved to intercept him, he flung the photo album over to Japan. Instinctively, the black haired, asian nation scrambled to catch it, well Hungary cut the white haired man off. As he adjusted his hold on the object, the photo album opened up, much to Japan's shock. Suddenly, the situation changed considerably. Hungary turned back, giving him a tight lipped smile, and motioned for the photo album. Gripping it between his arm and his side, he removed his katana, in an attempt to fend her off.
"I'm sorry, but I can not do that, Hungary-san." he apologized, which was met with confused outrage by his friend, and a 'Fuck yeah!' from Prussia, who zipped by Hungary's turned back, having recovered from her assault, and snatched the album from Japan.
"C'mon Japan!" The albino insisted, as the mentioned nation continued to hinder Hungary's efforts. Nodding, he slowly backed up, before sheathing the Japanese sword, and dashing after his partner-in-crime, the shamed female nation hot on their heels.
They barely made it into the guest room, where Prussia slammed the door shut, locked it, and the proceeded to push a chair over, and stick it beneath the handle, just incase. They waited in tense silence, as Hungary attacked the door viscously, with Prussia egging her on through taunting comments that just enraged her more. Finally, the assault on the door ceased, and Austria's voice could be heard down the hall, scolding her nervously for making such a racket.
Japan sighed in relief, well Prussia laughed, collapsing on the guest bed with their stolen prize.
"That was fucking awesome!" He crowed, before adding as an after thought, "Almost as awesome as awesome me," Japan, who was used to Prussia's egotistical behavior having spent so much time in Germany's house, just nodded in agreement, taking a seat on the bed with a good foot or so of space between him and the Axis leaders older brother. Now that they were safe, the asian man was eager to look through the illicit photo album, hoping to see proof of some of his favorite pairings. Taking the album into his lap, he stiffened as Prussia sidled over, uncomfortably close, though chose to ignore it, this time. With only a slight smile to show his excitement, he opened to the first page.