The self-dubbed "master-of-awesomeness" leant forward, squinting at the screen of Germany's computer, closely examining his younger brother's history.
He didn't find what he was looking for, and was about to close the browser when he spotted something interesting.
"...what the hell is GerIta?"
My shortest one-shot yet, but I feel that everything that needs to have been said has been said, so I bid you adieu.