Sorry this took so long everyone! I've been super busy with homework and other fics and totally haven't been eating pancakes in my PJs and crying over Doctor Who instead of editing. Anyways, thank you for being patient and enjoy

~Canada

"You promise you won't tell anyone?" Ludwig interrogated.

"Of course! Why would I make my brother upset by telling the entire world that you love Italy?" responded Prussia, even though they both knew multiple reasons why he would, for his amusement being the main one. Germany gave him a look before Prussia sighed, his face growing serious.

"My lips are sealed, promise." He said, flashing the blonde a small smile.

With that finished, the two walked outside. The thick, suffocating heat surrounded them, the sun bearing down on them mercilessly. The wind that passed through did nothing to cool down the brothers, picking up loose greenery as it passed.

"Aren't we in Germany? I mean its August, but still. Why is it so fucking hot?" complained the albino, his pale skin already becoming a light pink as they stared out at the distant landscape of trees and mountains. Ludwig merely shrugged, turning to the house. Nature had invaded its perimeters, covering the architecture of the modestly sized house with foliage. He decided to trim the garden and repaint the side panels while he was at it. They were looking a bit faded.

As his brother started with his maintenance project, the Prussian watched him. He was aware of his tendencies to clean the inside of the house, being the militaristic neat freak that he was. Outside, not usually.

A few figures in the distance attracted Prussia's attention. He counted six of them, slowly making their way over towards them.

"Hey," the albino called behind him, alerting Ludwig. "I don't mean to interrupt you, but it looks like we have guests."

Germany stood up, wiping the sweat from his forehead and turning to gaze at the approaching figures. He wasn't done with his chores, but he still felt a bit insecure and annoyed with himself after his recent encounter with Italy, and he really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. "Tell them to go away."

Gilbert sighed, walking away from his brother and towards the group of visitors. Ludwig's attitude was starting to bother him, and he wondered if he should take him to a psychiatrist or something. Maybe getting him to interact with others would help his sour mood. Finally reaching the visitors, he saw England and America, with France and Japan tagging along, all dressed in their usual attire. How they could stand the heat in all those clothes was a mystery to the albino, who was wearing a wife beater and jeans instead of his uniform to help cool down.

The first three were chatting enthusiastically, while Japan listened intently. America and France were picking on England for having imaginary friends when they spotted Prussia.

"What's up, bro?! How are things?" bellowed America in his usual cheerful tone.

"Not so great. My brother doesn't want any visitors at the moment…" The albino announced.

France frowned. "But we came all the way here to see him…" he whined.

"Which is why you're going to come with me."

Ludwig turned to dispose of a bucketful of weeds he had pulled up, jumping slightly as he turned to find five people behind him, including his brother. He looked at him angrily, turning around as he dumped out the bucket.

"I told you that I don't want people around me." He said gruffly.

"But, brother…" The Prussian responded, concern filling his voice.

"GO AWAY!" the German bellowed, making the group behind him jump slightly. Gilbert, however, crossed his arms, holding his ground.

"I thought being around others would help you." Prussia reasoned.

"Is something wrong, Germany –san?" Japan asked quietly.

"Yeah, you seem a lot angrier than usual." followed France.

"Did someone steal your food? Or beer?" America stupidly asked, earning an eye roll from England.

Germany didn't reply, he was too busy seething in his own anger.

That's when the squabbling started—"Do you honestly think he would be this furious over someone taking his food without his permission?" the Brit asked America.

"Well, I—"

"I know I would be…" France interrupted.

"Of course you would be."

"My food is actually worth eating, unlike yours…"

"Haha, he got you there Iggy!"

"Want to say that again, Frog?!"

"Kesesese, all of your food sucks!"

The bickering continued, with no signs of stopping anytime soon. Germany was already getting fed up with the already spoiled day. He had not seen Italy in two weeks and didn't know if he would get a chance to apologize. To be honest, not hearing that annoyingly cheerful voice shout about pasta or cats or whatever was really driving him a bit nuts. He was not allowed to feel sorry for himself for long due to the fact that he was surrounded by an increasingly loud group of idiots, with the exception of Japan. Rage built up inside the already pissed German.

"For the love of God, SHUT UP!" he cried, finally succeeding to shut up the babbling idiots. Everyone had stopped to stare at the enraged German.

"I can't take this anymore, I'm going inside." He said, walking into the house and slamming the door behind him. Silence fell upon the once noisy group.

"Well, that was uncalled for." Prussia stated, breaking the silence. After a second awkward pause, America spoke up.

"Let's go cheer him up!" he shouted, opening the door and running inside.

"Wait, you mannerless brat!" barked England, chasing quickly behind him.

France followed shortly after. "At least we know it's clean in there…" he sighed.

Prussia kept up with the group, leaving Japan standing outside awkwardly. "I don't think we should bother Mr. Germany!" he called fruitlessly to the four countries. Sighing, he reluctantly followed everyone inside.