This was utterly ridiculous, why in the world his older brother couldn't maintain any responsibility was a mystery to Ludwig. He had been born in a chaotic time in Europe because of this he had always been perpetually violent and rowdy. He won almost every fight he got into and could overtake powerful warring countries seemingly overnight.

'Yet he can't remember to change his sheets, fold his clothes, clean up his late night wonderbar snack endeavors, put his plate in the sink...or Mein Gott!'

Ludwig had to stop thinking about it or he would break out into a rash again. The unbearable urge to clean everything in sight was rearing is ugly head, and he didn't have time for an all night German style cleaning spree. Nonetheless all of this didn't change the fact that Ludwig would watch over his brother to the bitter end. No matter the circumstance he owed his brother a great deal, metaphorically speaking. But no matter the excuse Ludwig could not let his older brother leave his baby chick print underwear in the kitchen sink!

Germany tapped on his brother's door and grimaced, he remembered the last time he had just decided to waltz into 'The Awesome Prussia's room'. The Bad Friend Trio had been over for a visit and...well he didn't want to think about it. Let's just say he could never look at Spain the same way again, and France...ugh! He just threw up a little in his mouth. The ringing echo of his brother's voice saying, "Hallo West! Come on in, Join the Party!" Made a shiver run all the way down from his ears to his toes. It haunted him in his dreams for weeks afterward. Yes, he would knock first.

"Bru-!"

"Ooh~." Germany froze.

"I can't take my hands off of you! You're just too adorable! And all Mein." His Bruder's voice was several octaves deeper than his usual grating pitch. Germany pressed his ear to the door. "I. Love. You." It was spoken like velvet, the tone soft and sensual. A soft squeak could be heard in return.

Ludwig never knew his Brother's voice could sound like that, or that it could stop grinding against your ears like a wurst machine.

"Relax, stop struggling puppchen, just sit there, try not to fall."

'He couldn't be...' He knew Germany was here today.

"Yes that's good." Prussia moaned. He shouldn't be listening to this. "Go ahead and move a little." This was so wrong, Germany's breathe sped up. "Aaah!" Another squeak was heard. This was his brother for gott sakes! "What a good boy you are."

But he just had to know who Prussia was in there with. Who would actually do that with his brother, let alone in the middle of the day?

"You're getting big again."

It couldn't be Austria, could it? Definatley not, Hungary would never let that happen. Who would be stupid enough to be tricked into sleeping with his-? Holy Leiderhosen! Could it have been Italy?

"We're almost done, if you keep it up we'll go get some pasta tonight."

Germany, without thinking, burst into the room.

"Christ, West! Don't just bust in here like that!"

"BRUDER!"

"W-What?"

"..."

"West?"

"What are you doing?"

At this Prussia began to grin, "Doing an Awesome photo shoot with Gilbird!"

Germany couldn't quite register what he was saying, but he could see that his brother was fully clothed.

Prussia put down his camera, and the small chick wondered into it's owner's hand.

"Now give daddy a peck on the cheek!" The small bird complied.

"Bruder..." Gilbert noticed the blush cascading over his Brother's face. "Aww West you're not jealous are you?" Germany straightened up at this, "Nein! I just heard strange sounds and thought you were getting into trouble again."

Before Germany could defend himself anymore Prussia had launched himself at the more masuline of the two. "Oh Bruder no need to be jealous! Ich gebe dir einen Kuss zu!" Germany struggled to get out of his over affectionate brother's vice like grip as he planted kisses on his cheek when suddenly,

"West, My are my chick underwear in your pocket?"

"That's-!"

"And why are they wet?"

END.