"Gilbert... Gilbert... Prussia!"
Prussia jumped underneath his bed clothes, peeking his face out toward his blond brother standing over him.
"Gilbert, it's seven o'clock, we are going to be late. The next plane is in forty five minutes, and you still need to get ready," Germany explained to the sleepy Prussian.
The cold morning air stung on Gilbert's skin as he sat up in his bed.
"It can't be, I set my alarm for dawn."
Germany rolled his eyes and pointed to the side table. There sat a little yellow bird who was sleeping on the snooze button.
"Gilbird! Wake up! You're ruining my routine," Prussia yelled, softly poking his animal friend off the clock. Gilbird giving an awkward chirp in return.
"Make sure to get everything you need. We will be staying in one of England's hotels. I'll be waiting for you in the car," the younger brother instructed, turning to walk back upstairs.
Prussia gave out a big yawn and crawled out of bed. Why was Germany so strict this morning? Was there any problems going on that he needed to know about?
That's when Gilbert remembered that there was going to be a world meeting today. He hadn't been to one in a very long time, so Ludwig decided to bring him along just this once.
Prussia leapt into his clothing and tried to get ready as fast as he could. Gilbird often getting in his way.
Twenty or so minutes later, he was finally ready to go to the airport. He wore his best grey dress pants and a black short sleeve button up. He didn't want to look too formal, or else he would be dressed like Austria.
The two Germans sat in the car and left to go to the airport. The calm summer breeze flowing through the open car windows.
"You nervous?" The younger brother asked.
Prussia looked back almost offended, "I'm much older than you. I know how to handle meetings just as well as you do."
Ludwig chuckled at this statement, "Can you behave yourself even with Austria, and Russia there?"
Gilbert gulped but proceeded to smile at his brother.
"I'm a very respectful country, I'll show you how great of a leader I am. I wish you were there to see us. Prussia and Old Fritz. We were the perfect team."
He sighed happily, reminiscing back on memories of listening to Fritz playing the flute, and being a strong soldier.
Ludwig didn't say anything in return. He knew the more he replied, the more Prussia would go on about how amazing Fredrich the Great was. Which, he was an amazing king, afterall.
...
The brothers walked off the plane later that morning onto the British ground. Germany dealing with passports and then the hotel paperwork a whole later. Prussia trying hard not to smile in excitement about the day ahead of him.
Germany opened their hotel room and started unpacking their suitcases. He took Prussia's luggage as well while his brother went to go to the bathroom.
Ludwig cracked open one of Gilbert's suitcases and pulled out outfits for the next few days, putting them into drawers in the hotel closet. At the bottom of the pile sat a pair of Canadian flag boxers. Germany wasn't willing to ask about them, so he quietly put them with the rest of his brother's clothes.
Prussia walked out of the bathroom, Gilbird following his head.
"Is it time yet?"
"No, we still have a while longer."
Prussia glared and then quickly gave his best puppy eyed look.
"Please, it doesn't hurt to be a little early, does it?"
Gilbert was kneeling on the floor in front of Ludwig, clasping his hands together in a begging manner.
Germany walked around him and laughed, "Ok, I guess you deserve it."