Germany picked up his book and sat in a comfy arm chair, crossing his legs and slipping his reading glasses onto his face, picking up where he last left off. His brother liberated a beer from the fridge and laid down on the couch, cracking it open and downing it all in the space of a minute. Prussia smiled and put it on the coffee table, before propping himself up.
"Hey West" he said triumphantly, a finger resting on his forehead "I bet you I can smash my head on his beer can and crush it!" Germany spared one glance- "I wouldn't if I was you Prussia."- and returned to his book. Prussia scoffed. "Of course you wouldn't West, your laaaaame." And with that Prussia smashed his head violently on top of the innocent beer can, crushing it perfectly... Which is what would have happened had he not missed and smashed his head against the corner of the coffee table.
Prussia woke up several hours later, looking at his brother in the exact same position, albeit with different scenery. "West…" he croaked out softly and Germany looked up, "Oh Prussia, you're awake!" There was the soft sound of a leather bookmark touching pages, and then a book closing. "West… What happened? Why am I in the hospital?"
Germany stood up. "Well Prussia, after you bashed your brains out all along my brand new coffee table, you hit the floor and I was forced to drive you here lest you die and I get charged." Prussia laughed weakly at his brother's recently acquired deadpan abilities. 'Just like his older brother!' He would often tell people. "So… I missed…" He whispered softly, his head drooping onto the pillow.
Germany sighed, "Yes, you did, now, get some sleep, alright? The doctors said you needed a lot of rest." He sat back down, sitting in that reading position. Prussia shook his head, "West… C'mere." He waves his hand weakly, before patting on the bed next to him. Germany looked up, fixed his glasses, before taking off his jacket and sat on the bed next to his older brother, who laid his head on Germany's shoulder. Germany smiled, taking a second to gently stroke his brother's hair. "Schlafen Sie gut bruder." He whispered softly.
Prussia cracked an eye, red meeting blue. "Schlafen Sie gut, mein bruder."