I'll have lots of sweets for you
Germany sat outside, Japan next to him. He watched as Italy repeatedly tried to cartwheel, failing miserably every time. Next to him, the silent nation was sketching a scene from a new anime he had made, named "Hetalia".
"Luddy look! I've got it this time!"
The blond man looked over just in time to see his dearest friend reach out, and flop to the ground. He smiled faintly, making the Italian beam with joy at the fact he had made the stern man show any emotion.
"You should stop before you get another concussion Italy." Germany stated. Italy had gotten multiple concussions in the past year, all from equally stupid things. The last one happened when a cat chased him until he climbed up a tree, where he proceeded to make faces at the cat until he lost balance and hit his head. Of course, being Italy, he was convinced that being knocked out of a tree by cat was a super cool story, and would tell it to anyone who listened.
Finally, after promising to let Italy cook dinner, tying his shoelaces, and picking up all of his stuff, Germany, Japan and Italy all strode over to Germany's house, where they were staying for a few months until the world meeting at France's house.
"Veh! Go away now! I wanna make this all by myself!"
"You'd better not mess up my kitchen again, Italy. "
"I promise I won't, doitsu! Now shoo!"
Sighing, Germany watched Japan enter the guest bedroom, and the copied him as he walked into his own room. He grabbed his journal and a pen, and flopped onto his side of the bed (even though he had his own guest room, Italy still snuck into Germany's room to sleep with him. After telling him not to multiple times, Germany eventually gave in, and let Italy sleep there.)
Unknown to most, Germany was actually a very talented writer,and had many books published, under different aliases of course. In fact, Germany was the one who had come up with, and wrote, most fairy tales known today. Of course, being quite shy, he had decided that only his older brother would know.
Feeling calm for what seemed like the first time that week, Germany began to work on his newest novel, "Quarentine". He had only been working for about ten minutes, when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. Shiese, not again. He had been getting random headaches like this, since Hungary accidentally hit him with a frying pan, thinking he was Prussia.
Germany quietly laid on his back as he grabbed the Advil bottle from his bedside table. He took two, and closed his eyes. In the quietness, he could hear Italy cooking, gilbird chirping, and Prussia screaming at his gaming console downstairs, most likely for losing against France again. After a bit, Germany began to doze off, his odd dreams had pictures of a little maid girl, and a broom.
"Kiku, Ludwig, Gilbert, diiiineeer!"
Germany's eyes yanked open, and he felt the throbbing still in his head. Perfect, he had to listen to his brother and Italy yack nonstop for half an hour, while he had a splitting headache. This was going to be great...
I'll be writing another chapter soon! I like the idea that Prussia became the micro nation known as new Prussia, but because he misses his brother, he just lives in Germany's basement.