"West?"
His little brother raised his head from the book he was reading.
Prussia crashed his head into his shoulder.
"What the…?"
Then he settled his head down on his brother's lap and peeked up to him.
"What do you want?"
"Have you been in love once?"
"I don't think that is your business, Bruder."
Prussia raised his upper body suddenly, crossed his arms and pouted: "How rude!"
He saw the hidden grin on Germany's lips.
"I have been in love once. My first love was quite painful…"
"Mh, interesting.", Germany mumbled.
Prussia snatched the book out of his brother's hand: "Hey! I'm talking to you, doing brotherly things, telling you stories of my past!"
Germany laughed openly, folded his hands on his lap, smiled and said: "Fine, I'm listening."
Prussia stood up. "No, not now. My brotherly moment is destroyed, you fool.", before the white haired exited out of the living room he turned around in a sudden exaggerated movement and pointed his index finger at Germany who looked up from the book he had picked up again once more.
"If you love someone, Bruder, tell him. I never did and I regretted it. But he noticed… somehow and you know?"
"What, Bruder?"
"He gave you to me so I would never be lonely again."
When Prussia had left the room, Germany giggled quietly, saluted and whispered: "Farewell, potato king…"
Inspired by "The White Beast". Listen to it! Or else you'll destroy Prussia's brotherly moments.
I was at Sansouci's at Fritz's grave with flowers and potatoes all over it and as a german with a certain Prussia fetish I almost freaked out while everybody else was bored. I secretly hoped to meet a white haired red eyed person somewhere in Berlin and the surroundings…