Changeover. Germany is Prussia and Prussia is Germany

So, found this Hetalia, personality test somewhere I can't remember. Well let's get started!
~~~:::North Italy (Feliciano Vargas):::~~~

[] wewe were bullied a lot in your childhood
[x] wewe adore pasta, pizza, cheese, and fruit.
[] You're very happy-go-lucky
[] wewe constantly have a dozy look on your face as if you're always away with the vichimbakazi
[x] wewe have a long curly strand of hair that always tends to stick up
[] You're a good artist
[x] wewe can be clumsy
[] wewe have a friend wewe always depend upon if wewe mess up something
[x] If your life was in danger, wewe would do the typical Italian...

Chapter 1:Introduction
Hey.So I bet you’re wondering why I haven’t updated my other story,right. Well….before wewe come at me with pitchforks and torches, let me explain. I have been having serious writer’s block and I don’t know what to do next. So go check it out,for I have ilitumwa a notice on the last chapter. Anyway, this story takes us back in the midst of WWII in Europe June 6th 1944, the siku the Allies stormed the French beach, pwani of Normandy to surprise the Germans. This format will be in journal entries of Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew, the 3 countries who paricipated.It may skip...

~Hungary~

When I got home, I changed into night clothes and crawled into bed. Austria was already asleep, facing the opposite wall. The inayofuata morning he went straight to his kinanda and wouldn't let anyone approach him.

I think that Italy noticed how upset I was. He did his work twice as fast as normal, and he kept doing little extra things for me, like picking flowers. It was both sweet and heartbreaking. How could he know me better than my own husband?

I kept wondering about my meeting with Prussia. Did I know? Did I know why he called me there? I couldn't think of the reason, but I realized something....