EVERYONE READING THIS JUST LOST THE GAME.
"OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG LITTLE BIRD!11 DISNEYLAND IS SO AWESOMEEEE. Nearly as awesome as me, which is PRETTY FUCKING AWESOME. But just a little bit more awesome than alcohol. OMG DO YOU THINK THEY HAVE ALCOHOL AT DISNEYLAND?/""2312rfnjekfehjkjke
While Prussia was acting like a three year old, France came up behind him.
"MON PETIT POIS. I have a beautiful country and when you come and visit moi you only want to go to Disneyland? Je suis tres disappointed. Oh and obviously we have alcohol, this is la France after all!"
In a shower of pretty pink sparks a bottle of wine appeared. (every French person can do this trick, I'm not even kidding, I've been to France. More than once.) Prussia grabbed it from France's sweaty hand and read the label.
"11.5%?2/?"? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT. German tap water is stronger than this! Forget it, I don't want any part in your shitty Disneyland. Little bird, invisible terrorist ninja, piece of toast, WE ARE LEAVING."
France cried as Prussia called down Germany's private jet (complete with doggy play pens!) and left. The piece of toast was torn, he didn't want to leave yet because he hadn't got Minnie's autograph, but he didn't want to be left alone in France. Eventually, he was pecked to death by a flock of pidgeons. Such is life for bread.
"Where shall we go next little bird? SOMEWHERE AWESUM PLZKTHX."
The little bird jumped down on a globe and started pecking at one area in particular.
"Russia? Are you serious? THAT WAS PIECE OF TOAST'S FAVOURITE COUNTRY. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU COULD BE THAT INSENSITIVE!"
The bird let out a single manly tear, and hopped to another place on the inflatable light-up globe.
"OK, I approve, LET'S GOOO."
The plane sped off around the world, until it reached...
"ALOHA, PRUSSIA! Welcome to the land of HEROISM!11 I AM AN HERO! Would you like a cheeseburger?"
Hawaii had seemed like such a good place to go (it's nearly spelt the same way as kawaii. NEARLY) until Prussia realised that it was part of America.
"WURST. VACATION. EVER. We're going home little bird, invisible terrorist ninja, you can stay with America."
So they went back to Germany, where they found that something horrible had happened!
Prussia collapsed onto his knees, trembling and clutching his head in his hands. Everything was so, so, terrible! How could something like this have happened! Never again would he leave the house if he thought it could happen again.
Germany had taken Prussia's basement, and had set up kennels in there for all his dogs!
DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUH.
What, you were expecting something original? LOL, BECAUSE I'M GERMANY.
The door bell rang.
"Well, I don't think today could go any worse... The awesome ME shall open the door! Maybe I can sell them some of these dogs! MY IDEAS ARE THE BEST AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA."
Prussia opened the door, ready to throw Germany's dogs at the invader. But it was...
"KAWAII ITALY-CHAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?/"
Italy's adorableness totally caught Prussia off guard. (like totally)
"Ve~ Ve~ Prussiaaaa, Germany said I can come for a sleepover! He said he's going to finally tell me what sex is. Veee~ Would you like some pasta?"
Prussia slammed the door before Italy could say anything else.
"OMG WHY is bruder-chan desu inviting Italy over without let me know first? THIS IS A DISGRACE."
So Prussia walked over to Germany and punched him in the face.