"Brother, come on, stand up! At least you need to eat something."

"I don't mind! Just leave me alone", he grumbled through his pillow.

"Fine." He turned around and said in a bitter voice: "Sweet dreams."

"Wait, may I ask you a favour?"

"What do you want?", he asked although he already knew the answer.

"Stupid question! I want beer!" Ludwig sighed. A wonderful wednesday morning.

His brother was always crazy and annoying but now... Since Gilbert's country disappeared from the map and he nearly died, Gilbert just lay in his bed and did nothing else than sleeping, sometimes eating and of course drinking. Ludwig found it kind of sad, because although his silver-haired brother was annoying, Ludwig loved him and in a strange way he looked up to him.

The tall blond-haired man opened the fridge, took a bottle of beer and returned to his brother's bedroom. The german opened the door as quietly as possible and entered the dark room.

"Here you go", he said and set the bottle on the little wooden desk next to the bed. Then Ludwig looked Gilbert in his sleepy red eyes. "Hey, I need to go to a meeting. You'll be alright?"

As an answer the Prussian nodded while he sipped at his cooled delicious beer.

"Alright!" Ludwig left the room once again and put on his uniform, black boots, tuned his hair up and at last put on his cap. Then he stepped out of the house, leaving his big brother behind in the dark.

Ludwig took a deep breath before he entered the big hall with one huge table in it's centre and lots of chairs around it. There were already two people picking on each other. While the blue eyed guy walked to his chair, he concentrated on the old well-known table made out of some dark wood. Then he took place and organized his thoughts.

He was the one who was responsible for himself as a person but also for himself as a whole country. Ludwig represented his nation every time he participated in such meetings like today.

Germany was not the biggest country but once upon a time it was one of the most powerful countries of Europe. Until war came. The First World War was the biggest mistake Germany could have made. He thought, it was his fault because he did nothing to stop it even though his superiors left him no choice.

Now Germany was a shade of it's former self. They lived in a democracy, more or less, but the people didn't feel so proud and strong like they felt about twenty years ago. Ludwig could feel all this weakness but also anger (and sometimes at least a little bit of happiness). It was a poor thing.

Ludwig came back to his senses and stared at the other two guys who were still picking at each other. The first one was a guy called Francis Bonnefoy or to shorten it: He was France. A man with blue eyes, long, blond hair and some stubbles in his face. Francis was hard to describe with only one word or even more words. He wanted to fulfil his desires and was interested in both: men and women.

Ludwig didn't like this guy, because he represented nearly everything he hated. They also had a lot of differences in the past which were mostly solved by battles. The last battle they fought (except the First World War – but even this ended with a big loss on the part of France) was about seventy years ago and ended also with France's loss. So they had still a really tough relationship.

Then the german man focused on the other one. His name was Arthur but he was also known as England. He was also a blond-haired man but his eyes were green and his most distinctive attribute were his big, fat eyebrows. The German knew no other person with such huge eyebrows... but somehow it fit this english man. Arthur liked to wear uniforms, one characteristic those two had in common but they both knew that there was more...

Their relationship was quite complicated and often belonged to the situation they were in, but in a certain way they were related to each other.

The time back then, when the countries were lead by kings, queens or emperors, England and Germany were related by blood. Their monarchs stem from the same family.

Although this relationship existed, they didn't consider this – in political issues. Because of this their relationship was sometimes a bit tensed. For example when the german emperor started to build a fleet in the centre of europe and tried to keep up with England and of course in the First World War.

But still this connection existed. Although they tried to ignore it, someday it would break out like an explosion because of one little accident.

While the blond-haired man thought about Arthur, the door opened quickly.

"Hey! The Hero arrived on the scene!"

Ludwig's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Alfred F. Jones's shouting voice and the slamming door.

"Finally", whispered Francis and Arthur at once. Every time this happened they glared at each other for a while and then ignored each other or started picking again (today they tried to ignore each other). It was creepy!

Now the german guy payed his attention to Alfred. He was also called America and to be honest the silliest person , he ever met. He had brown, shortened hair, blue eyes and wore glasses. He also often wore a brown jacket made out of leather and with an eagle on its' back. Another thing he loved, was to eat Fast Food. It was a miracle that he didn't die already. But the most unbelievable fact about Alfred was that he grew up as Arthur's child until he wanted to be independent of his adoptive father and became the way he was now.

Germany couldn't understand how such a person was able to represent a country... but, it didn't matter now.

It seemed that Alfred didn't hear what Francis and Arthur had just said. He took place and the meeting started.

"That's all for today, I think. Let's defer this to friday. See you!" The four-eyes disappeared and the rest followed. Ludwig was the last one who left the room, closed the door and returned home... After 30 minutes, he got out of his car, walked along the path to his house and opened the door.

"Gil, I'm back!" ,Ludwig shouted while he removed his cap, his boots and his uniform, then put a grey shirt and some trousers on. The blond-haired man sat in his old red armchair, closed his eyes and remembered the meeting: Sometimes the German just wanted to miss these boring meetings.

"Always the same...", he whispered to himself.

"What is 'always the same'?" Ludwig opened his eyes and beheld Gilbert's vermilion eyes. "You look like you saw a ghost, lil' brother", he grinned. Ludwig sighed.

"Not quite. I saw you!"

Gilbert giggled. "Funny, brother, quiet funny." He went to the kitchen, opened the white fridge and took another beer.

"How many bottles did you drink already?"

"This one included?" The Prussian raised the bottle and smiled. But Ludwig just glanced at him angrily.

"Of course not. If you had already drunk enough, I would bring this one back or drink it myself."

"Come on and try", he answered in a provocative way. His younger brother rolled his eyes, took the bottle away from Gilbert and sat down again.

"Okay, okay... let me remember those past four hours... three, I think." He grinned and screwed up one eye.

"You're able to think about this?"

"Ha..ha..ha. …Ludi, what's wrong? Normally you aren't kidding and you never tell such stupid jokes, so... What's the matter? Tell your older and freakin' awesome brother!" He returned to the kitchen, took another bottle out of it and sat down next to Ludwig.

"It's nothing. Those meetings are just always boring. They never talk about anything new. Always: 'How is the situation in Germany? Are you still paying your war reparations? What do the people think about the Treaty of Versailles? Do you still stick by the treaty?...' I'm bored.

The silver-haired man tapped him on the shoulder: "That's why I always tried to avoid these meetings... but now... that's no longer necessary, right? Prussia doesn't exist anymore..."

"Don't hang your head. You're still Gilbert, my stupid, stubborn and awesome brother."

"Did you say stupid and stubborn?"

"... okay my 'freakin' awesome' brother. There's no need for you to stay in this house and do nothing else than sleeping, eating and drinking. Don't let it get you down. Show them that you don't care."

"Maybe you're right... . Anyway when is the next meeting?"

Ludwig closed his eyes. He was tired and only wanted to lay in his warm, comfortable bed.

"Friday and this time in Arthur's house."

"Oh, our brother-in-arms!"

"He's not our brother-in-arms."

"But, what is he?"

"I don't know."

"Anyway. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

"Me too. Good night." Ludwig stood up and went to his bedroom.

Friday he would go to visit Arthur and the remaining Allies.

Another boring day... or maybe not...