11A/N: I blame my friend for this. 'Nuff said. But before you go on to read, this whole fic is really, really stupid. Don't say I didn't warn you.
"Tally-ho!" a voice yelled from the horizon. Prussia entered, galloping on a very confused looking horse. "Pure awesomeness is arriving!"
"No! Pure awesomeness is NOT arriving!" Germany yelled, following behind Prussia on a mountain goat. "Pure awesomeness shall be LEAVING! You're not even that awesome in the first place, you idiot!"
Ignoring Germany, Prussia continued on his horse, yelling along the way, "I'm not wearing any pants!" An invisible crowd cheered, otherwise a crowd of Canadians. Germany went over and slaughtered them.
"Don't encourage him!" he yelled as he was stabbing the last one. Germany hopped back onto his mountain goat and continued after Prussia, issuing a battle cry as he went. As for Prussia, he was currently running around in his underwear, horse having evaporated into nothingness. Is nothingness even a word? …Nah, probably not. Wait, never mind. My friend (who was reading this about a minute ago) just told me that nothingness is, in fact, a word. That was unexpected.
"My underwear makes all the girls swoon!" Prussia informed the world. "It makes men have wonderful dreams too!" Germany brought the mountain goat to a skidding halt.
"WHAT?" he yelled. Huh. Isn't it funny how I'm writing yelled a lot?
Prussia stopped his running and blinked.
"I'm not wearing any pants?" he repeated, wondering if that's what Germany was asking about.
"No, after that!"
"My underwear makes all the girls swoon?"
"AFTER THAT TOO!"
"…I'm not wearing any pants?"
Germany let out a cry of rage. "I'M TALKING ABOUT WHEN YOU SAID THAT YOUR UNDERWEAR GIVES MEN NAUGHTY DREAMS!" Prussia gasped.
"They do?"
Germany had to fight the urge to hit his head many times.
"NO THEY DON'T! YOU ARE AN IDIOT! A COMPLETE AND UTTER MORON! YOU ARE NOT AWESOME, AND YOU SHOULD PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON!"
This lovely exclamation ended with Prussia running away crying. Without any pants on, of course.
Germany sighed and climbed back on his mountain goat. He would chase after the moron, if only to get him to put his pants on.
A/N: If you want to flame me, keep this in mind: I did warn you.