Hetalia: Breakfast with Prussia

Germany awoke and not surprisingly, Italy was right there next to him, sound asleep. Germany sighed and got out of bed. It was a normal Sunday morning and it was 6 a.m. He stood in front of the mirror and combed his hair back. He got dressed in his uniform, making sure the wrinkles he had ironed last night were smoothed out, and walked to the kitchen.

Germany turned on the light and started the coffee and stove. He walked into the living room den and turned on the radio for his favorite talk show. He smiled. It was quiet…maybe too quiet…something was missing…

"HEY, GERMANY!" Italy ran out of the bedroom and into the kitchen right on cue. "GOOD MORNING!"

Germany flinched. He was too loud in the morning. "Quiet, Italy," he said, calmly. "Or you'll vake…" there was one person Germany didn't want to wake, but a sudden shout came from down the hallway.

"VHY IS EVERYONE SO LOUD IN ZE MORGEN?!" shouted a half-awake Prussia, walking down the hall. "Awesome people like me are still trying to sleep…" He had bed-head and was still holding his fluffiest stuffed bird doll. He walked like a zombie into the kitchen.

Italy stood still as Prussia yawned and walked past him. He kinda creeped Italy out.

Germany stood at the counter pouring some orange juice, taking the last of it.

Prussia shouted as he took it, "HOW DARE YOU TAKE ZE LAST OF ZE….." he took a breath, then resumed shouting, "JUICE!"

"Hey!" Germany cried, as Prussia stole his glass of orange juice.

Italy was already at the table and opened the newspaper, although he couldn't read German. Prussia sat down at the table, and gulped down the juice and let out a sigh of refreshment as he slammed the glass down on the table like it was a mug of beer. He had a hang-over, and he thought he was still in the bar…

Germany sighed as he continued to make breakfast. "Every morgen it's ze same…" he sighed. He poured some coffee for himself, instead.

Prussia sighed and looked over at Italy, who was still 'reading' the newspaper, and then back down at his 'mug'. "Damn," he sighed. "Empty again…" He called to Germany, "Hey, bartender! Anozer round!"

"Zhis isn't ze bar," Germany gave him a cup of coffee, hoping to wake him up a little.

Prussia looked down at the mug in front of him, and smiled. He looked up at Germany and said, "Zanks, Vest…"

"Ja, ja," Germany walked away and gave Italy some box apple juice.

"Oh, gratzi!" Italy smiled and took it in both hands.

Prussia and Italy both smiled and drank their beverages in both hands. Germany sighed. It was like this every morning and it was like they were his kids…it gave Germany a headache.

To Be Continued…Maybe