Hey guys. I wanted to explore the relationship between Germany and Prussia with this fic. So here, in this story, we'll see the relation between Prussia and Child!Germany. Please Review, eh?
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The ground was covered in a light frost, the sky dull and grey above him. Prussia looked up, his white hair glinting in the little light that permeated the gloom, and studied the sky. It's going to snow soon. I should get back home, he mused, walking slowly and grinning at the various people he met. "Hey Hungary! Vat are you doing here?" he called, nodding at the brunette. Said brunette was holding her husband's arm as they both strolled by. She caught the Prussian's look and smiled slightly. "Roderich and I are going back to the inn. And I guess I should thank you for inviting us over," she said, sounding as if she had better things to do than be here. Austria gave Prussia a look and gently tugged on Elizaveta's arm, pulling her to the direction of the inn they were staying at. "Let's get back, now. Good bye Gilbert." Gilbert nodded, continuing on his way. He had just come back from a war council and was very tired. He sighed, walking up the cobblestone path to his house, almost jumping out of his skin when he heard a small cry. He looked down and saw a small box. Is there something in the box? He crouched down, glancing either way once to check if the person who left this was still here, and then carefully moved the flaps to peer inside.
Blue. Bright blue eyes were staring back at him. The baby let out a surprised noise before reaching its little arms out curiously. Prussia was frozen on the spot, staring blankly at the baby. Why had someone left a baby in front of his house? Everyone knew that he was no good at this sort of stuff. The man was broken out of his spell as the baby managed to get a grip on his nose and tugged, looking delighted at the yelp that the Prussian gave. Prussia was about to curse as he glared down at the baby, his gaze softening at the look the boy gave him. And because he noticed that the baby must've been cold. He picked the box up, carrying it inside his house and locking the door behind himself as he set the box down and took the baby out, studying the blond that stared back at him before looking around the house curiously. "Who are you?" he asked, putting the baby down on the floor. The boy looked just as confused as him, wondering why his new guardian had put him down. Gilbert sighed and checked the box, finding a letter inside. It was written on coarse paper and in scratchy writing.
His name is Ludwig Beilschmidt. He is a nation.
That was it. That was the whole letter. But those nine words explained everything. Prussia let the letter flutter to the ground, staring incredulously at the baby. At his bruder. Ludwig was sitting on the floor where the older nation had left him, staring up with something like concern on his face. And the albino didn't like it one bit. He didn't want a person so…young looking so worried. So he picked the child up, taking him into his own room.
"Hallo Ludwig," he said softly. The boy looked up as his name was taken, giving the Prussian a hesitant smile. The older nation guessed he was about four months or something. But then again, he hadn't really taken care of many babies. Ludwig didn't seem to be having any of those problems. He squirmed closer to the albino, giggling and cuddling closer to his warmth. He tried to say something, but ended up with a gurgle and a laugh. Prussia smiled. Maybe he could get used to the idea of a smaller nation after all.
Maybe it was the feeling of having someone depend on him. Or maybe or was just the fact that he would have someone to look out for again. But whatever it was, it made him happy. So he nuzzled the child, his bruder, back with a chuckle and took him to his room to dress him up in one of his smallest shirts. It was obviously too big for Ludwig, but he apparently didn't mind. While the young nation was busy fiddling with the shirt, he quickly took out a map, wondering which country it could be. He studied all of them, studying the newer ones more carefully. Germany. He looked up, back at his brother and gently untangled the shirt sleeves. "Are you Germany? Sind Sie Deutscher? " He asked. Ludwig seemed to recognize the language. He made a noise and pouted as Prussia moved away, holding his arms out.
"I should really get a nurse for him. I'm too awesome to be babysitting him," he grumbled, picking the child up and walking to the kitchen.
But deep in his heart, he had already grown fond of his brother, whether he would admit or not.
What do you guys think? I personally really like their relationship as brothers! ^^ It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Reviews please! They would be lovely!
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