A/N: Certain parts of this story are not precisely canon. This was intended as a prequel to a fic I wrote for my friend's birthday: Past, Present, Future, You're Mine, but it didn't end up consistent so… yeah. It was never necessary to read that story to get this one at all but it my opinion, it's quite fun and fluffy. Check it out, if you get the chance.

OMG SPOILERZ:

Let me start off by warning you, I don't speak German. I'm relying on Google Translate so I can't say if this is accurate or not. Most likely not from the stuff I've seen translating to Spanish, it's probably not very. (It translates "I love you" to "Te Quiero." This means "I want you." as well as "I love you" so, at least from my secondary language knowledge of Spanish, you would only say this to a lover. Fun facts.) Since it bothers me so much when you have to scroll down to find a translation, I'll translate before each chapter so it may behoove you to read the author's notes. Unless there's tons of other foreign speak in which case, I'll translate in text.

Words to know for this chapter:

Opa= Grandpa (refers to Germania)

Ich Liebe Dich= I love you

Kleiner (Which I will probably be using a lot)= Little one. I just can't see the Awesome Prussia referring to HRE/Germany by National name.

And now onto the Hetalia angst!


When it came to the Germanic family, the nation that would eventually come to be known as Prussia, had always been the odd one out. The black sheep, if you will. This metaphor is quite ironic given, what his Opa used to refer to as his "aliment." He was albino, and though humans and even countries held light skin in high regard at the time of his birth, too much of a good thing was always bad. Where everyone else in his family had blonde hair in blue eyes, his eyes shown red, his hair so light it was nearly white, his skin just a shade darker than pure, untouched snow. This was part of the reason it had taken nearly two centuries for his Opa to introduce him as a nation.

This was only one part of it of course, a bigger part being, Germania was simply embarrassed by him. The rest of his family were just like the stoic ancient empire, meaning—in Prussia's opinion—bland, emotionless and way too serious. As a child, still growing and learning from his Opa, he was told all the time to "stop acting like a human." Germania prided himself on his ability to hide what he felt and was greatly irritated by Prussia's complete lack of desire to conform to that particular Germanic trait. Prussia liked to laugh, Prussia liked to smile, Prussia liked to show off and gloat about his achievements. To Germania, this was childish. Out of rebellion, Prussia never grew out of it, and instead scoffed at his cousins who remained emotionless. So what if he wasn't human? They were given human emotions for a reason and he intended to use them for the better or worse.

This was reckless in the mid-evil world, which was why Prussia was not permitted to take his younger brother in when their grandfather fell: Opa and Austria both felt he was a bad influence, would raise him all wrong, teach him to give into his human emotions as Prussia often did (which, he supposed, made him a very cruel human). Of course, against Germania's will, Prussia was the member of the family the young Holy Roman Empire seemed to get along with best, which meant he was given the task of explaining to the child the old empire was no more. For once, Prussia did not feel awesome.

"But I don't understand," the tiny jewel of the Germanic family insisted, his large eyes filling with tears, where he sat on the grass-covered hill Prussia had called him out to. "Opa was so strong! How could he have fallen?"

"He didn't exactly fall, Kleiner," Prussia tried to explain, resting a hand on the blonde head. "He just got too big to maintain himself. And honestly, I think he saw it coming, part of the reason he tried to instill so much of himself into us… well I should say 'you'. It's not like I ever listened to a word he said."

Holy Rome did not laugh, instead he pulled his knees up to his chest, and hugged them tightly, burying his face in his knees. Prussia put an arm around the little one, running his fingers through his hair.

"Austria's gonna take good care of you," Prussia murmured.

"Why Austria?" he asked, his voice coming out muffled. Prussia laughed.

"Because it came down to him or me and, let's face it, I'd make a pretty bad parent. You wouldn't want to live with me; you'd always be at war, never out meeting cute girls or doing all the stuff you're supposed to do before you have to take on full responsibility as a nation. It's better with him," Prussia hoped Holy Rome didn't hear the sarcasm he couldn't repress. "Plus, Miss Hungary will be there too, and between you and me, she's a real tomboy. You can have an awesome time with her if you can convince her to break out of her meek, womanly-ness." Privately, he thought Hungary as a woman was scarier than she had ever been when she thought she was a boy.

"But… Austria's so…."

"I know right!" Prussia laughed before he could stop on himself. "But you'll be fine. I'm sure he'll instill some good values in you… like marriage for prophet and musical expression of emotions."

Holy Rome remained silent, his face still buried in his knees.

"What's troubling you Kleiner?"

"Bruder… am I going to die?"

Whatever Prussia had been expecting, it wasn't that. The shock shown plainly on his face when he demanded, "Where did that come from?"

"Opa was so sure I'd gain huge power… if that happens, who's to say I won't fall? Agh!"

He stopped speaking when he found himself being lifted off the ground by the waist. Prussia had gotten to his feet and was now hoisting Holy Roman Empire up above his head, grinning at him in his cocky way.

"Do you trust me?"

Holy Rome stared at him in confusion.

"Do you think I'll drop you?"

"I wouldn't put it past you," said Holy Rome looking down at the grass, wearily.

"I said you, not Austria or France."

"…No?"

"Of course I won't! Which means you couldn't possibly fall," he shifted Holy Rome so he was holding him against his chest, his smile becoming softer in a way only his little brother ever saw. "Because I'll always be there to hold you up. I'll always keep you safe. Okay?"

For a moment, Holy Rome only stared at him, his huge blue eyes bright in his round, childish face, before the tears welled again and began to flow. In silence, broken only by the small sobs from the little empire, Prussia tipped Holy Rome closer and he wrapped his small arms around the older brother, holding him tightly in search of a comfort Prussia was surprised he could offer.

"I don't wanna die," Holy Rome moaned.

"You won't die. Not with the awesome me watching out for you. I promise, I'll never let anything hurt you."

It was several minutes before Holy Rome began to settle down and finally hiccuped himself into silence, still maintaining a tight hold on his brother's shoulders.

"Ich liebe dich, Bruder," The small nation murmured.

Prussia held him closer, glancing around to ensure there was no one else around before whispering back, "Ich liebe dich auch. And I swear, nothing will ever hurt you while I'm alive."


A/N: D'awww Prussia does care. The first chapter will be up sometime in the next few days. Please note this was ONLY the prologue and the actual chapters will be much longer. So I'm not sure how the characterization for this one is going to turn out. I know Prussia and Germany aren't especially close in canon but I just can't help but adore German love! Platonic German love. Not a fan of the actual pairing. This story is really centered much more around Prussia than it is Holy Roman Empire/Germany and we're definitely going to end up seeing some interesting sides of him. I've got some wacky ideas and some strange situations in which I will station him.

Also, for some reason, at least for me, history surrounding the Holy Roman Empire is difficult to come by so I can't always guarantee the historical accuracy here. I try to keep it as close to what actually happened as possible but… no promises. If I make a glaring mistake that I don't correct in an Author's Note, please point it out. I love to learn ^-^

Which brings me to my first point about Germania… I'm not sure you can actually say he died. I mean, there clearly isn't a so named Germania anymore but it… I'd say he more evolved. And I couldn't find a shred of information while researching so, I'll never know. Also, there's a reason I didn't have Holy Rome call Prussia by name here: I couldn't figure out who he was. He most deffinately was not Prussia at this point but I couldn't figure out who he would have been. Google Y U SO USELESS?

And… that's about everything I needed to point out here. See you next chapter. And to my friend that's going to troll this: Impress me.