King of Prussia

"Kesesesese!" A fairly annoying Prussian laughed. America looked up at the looming figure from his seat. His ashy hair sat messily upon his head; it was barely contrasted to his pale skin. Ruby eyes gave a mischevious twinkle. A smirk swiped across his face. Prussia let lose another irritating giggle through a grimace.

America gave the man a smirk and carried on gathering his work from the table. Prussia frowned at the young man. Usually, the blondie would be obnoxiously begging for fun antics, but something happened... Those sapphire eyes of his didn't glow like they did before that incident occured. Now eager to get a response, the Prussian resorted to a couple snide remarks.

"What's 'Mother Freedom' doing cooped up in this meeting room?" Gilbert snickered. The American looked up at him slightly before returning to his work. He knew he should just ignore his silly friend. Exciting by the breif reaction, Prussia chose to drag it on. Gilbert sneered at Alfred, "Need help from the awesome me, 'Lady Liberty'?"

America surpressed a sigh as he glanced at the man before him. The little names weren't going to get to him. Prussia noticed this as he turned his attention back to his papers. He was obviously in no mood to be messed with; but when has that stop Gilbert?

Prussia slid his hands over America's pile of paperwork. An up for Gilbert as he instantly gained attention from the younger male. Smirking, the older man stared at the American. America risen slowly from his chair. Angry daggers stared the Prussian down. Prussia stood still with his grimace growing. He was used to getting the look from his strict little 'bruder', Germany.

"What's wrong 'Ms. America'?" He stretched out the remark, "Missing the saftey of your unawesome big bruder, blondie?" Alfred looked at the grin pressed against the pale skin of the Prussian. America's frown turned into a grin.

"I'm sorry," He smiled as he pulled out a map, "but where exactly is Prussia?" Gilbert flustered up with a frown. Defensively he snatch the map. The American smiled victoriously as Prussia looked over the map.

"This is a map of you!" Gilbert waved the map in front of America. Alfred returned a with a smile and a magnifing glass. He help it steadily over Pennsylvania. "Huh?" The Prussian muttered.

"Mien Gott!" He yelped in disbelief, "King of Prussia? What?"

The American snickered and tried in a dominant voice, "I'm the king of you." He stared at the Prussian. A look of defeat sat on Gilbert's face... But not for long. America raised an eyebrow as Prussia crept towards him. Taking hold of the younger man's tie, he gimaced mischieviously.

"We'll see about that..." He whispered in a dominant and seductive voice. The words brought a blush to the young superpower. Prussia licked his own lips as he looked at America. He looked so confused, young, and naive. How fun was this going to be?