"Bruder? Why are you in the kitchen so early?" Prussia asked as he stumbled, yawning, into the kitchen. Laid out on the table was coffee, bread and jam, wurst.
"Ah, well. . . since it's Father's Day and you raised me I thought I'd do something to say thank you." This last part Germany muttered, slightly embarrassed.
Prussia laughed and ruffled his hair affectionately. "Aw, Luddy!"