Chapter One
I don't Hetalia. Wish I did, though. Third person POV.
When Germany came home, he expected his older brother to be doing something stupid with his punk friends. But when he walked in the front door, he knew it was out of control in the basement judging by all the yelling. Sighing, he started down the stairs, ready to set some things straight. He was correct; his brother had taken a bunch of the old furniture that was stored in the large basement and created forts. He and his friends were having a Nerf-gun war, sniping each other with foam darts and pegging each other with dodgeballs and apples.
''Headshot!'' one friend, a dusty brunet, said.
''Hey! That wasn't fair! I was reloading!'' another friend said.
''No. He still gets five points for his team,'' the guy who was keeping score said.
''Yo Prussia! Your brother is home.'' Someone noticed him standing there. The friends looked nervous, Germany was not someone to mess with. They knew he didn't like them very much.
Prussia almost dropped his Nerf-gun. ''Hey West! You want to play? We're having a Nerf-gun war. Five points for a headshot, two points for everything else,'' he asked, giving Germany a goofy grin.
''No. Upstairs, now,'' Germany said, scowling at his older, immature, brother.
Prussia frowned. ''But West! We're not done yet,'' he protested.
''I don't care. Upstairs,'' Germany snapped. He hated how irresponsible his brother was. Prussia didn't have a job, nor did he want one. He lived with his younger brother and mooched off of him. Prussia was about twenty-three in human years and was lazy, selfish and an idiot. He had a ''band'' that he'd formed with his lowlife friends. They sometimes practiced their music in the house. They also held wild parties and trashed the house when Germany wasn't there.
''Okay... Guys, it's time for you to go home,'' Prussia said glumly. His friends all complained but left, tromping and stomping up the stairs.
Germany closed the front door after his brother's friends had gone. Prussia was waiting for his brother to get mad at him. But Germany didn't, instead he said, ''I'm going to make dinner. Stay in the living room.'' Prussia took his Nintendo DS and went into the living room. Germany sighed and stalked off into the kitchen.
After he was done making dinner, Germany went into the living room to fetch his brother. Prussia was lounging on the large couch, playing his DS. Prussia looked up when his brother entered. ''Hey, West,'' he said.
Germany simply said, ''Dinner is ready, Prussia.'' Prussia winced, his brother sounded irritated. He got up and followed his brother into the dining room.
Dinner was really quiet. Usually, the two brothers would at least make small talk while eating but this silence was quite unnerving for Prussia. When Prussia was done eating, he got up from the table and went back into the living room to watch TV. A few minutes later Germany came into the room.
''Prussia, we need to talk.'' Germany's tone was eerily calm. A chill went down Prussia's spine. Usually when his brother was angry, he'd yell. But this quiet tone was even scarier. ''Prussia.'' There was an edge to his brother's tone now.
''Yeah, West?'' Prussia asked nervously. Germany proceeded to lecture Prussia about his behavior. And then the lecture turned into a guilt trip, ''I do all the cooking and cleaning while you sit around and do nothing! You and your friends have those wild parties and trash the house. And guess who has to spend money to fix it all? Me. I can't believe you. I do everything for you. I feed you. I buy your video games and your consoles! I let you stay in my house so you have an actual roof over your head.''
Prussia winced. That stung. Bad. ''West...'' he said.
Germany pointed to the stairs. ''I don't want your excuses. Go to your room,'' he ordered.
Prussia frowned. ''West! I...'' he started.
''Now!'' Germany snapped. Prussia sighed and stomped up the stairs. The second floor was built so that the office and library faced the living room, forming a horizontal hall overlooking said living room. The main bedrooms were down the vertical hall. Prussia's room was the first door on the left. Germany's room was the last door on the right, in its own little area. Prussia flung open his bedroom door and went inside.
Prussia's room was decorated with posters of his favorite bands, animes and video games. He had two Wiis, one in the basement and one here in the room. He had most consoles, the Wiis, a PS3, an X-Box, a Gamecube... And many of the old ones too: the Nintendo 64, Snes, and Nes. His handhelds were all of the different DSs, a PSP, a Gameboy Color and two Gameboy Advance SPs. He also had several emulators on his computer. You could say Prussia was an extreme video gamer. And indeed he was. He had EVERY Pokémon game to date and his book shelf was full of gaming guides and manga.
Prussia flopped on his bed, thinking about what had happened. He should probably lie low until his brother calmed down. Which could take a while. I won't leave my room fow a few days then, Prussia thought. He didn't bother to change out of his clothes, he fell asleep with them still on.
A/N: My first Hetalia Fanfic. I hope this goes well. So, Prussia is a twenty-three(23) year old who behaves like a teenager. LOLZ. Germany is twenty(20) and is WAAAAY more mature. I had this idea almost randomly. My friends at school are all Hetalia addicts like me :P Anyways... Reviews make me smile. So, won't you click that button and make me smile?
