(A/N) I am going to try and update this as much as possible!
Characters- Germany and Prussia
Note- in this, Prussia represents East Germany
Germany grabs his glass of beer and sighs. Another man with grayish hair sits near him and they both drank in silence.
The year was 1945.
Germany wasn't even supposed to see his brother.
Said blond man sighs and leans back in his chair. His boss committed suicide recently and he doesn't see why the bastard didn't do it sooner. No point in staying where you're not wanted…
After this, Germany knew he wouldn't see his brother again.
Damn it get a hold of yourself! He yells to himself in his head. It's just that Prussian Bastard!
But Germany knows that he really cares.
Prussia IS his nii-san after all.
Prussia looks at Germany and pushes a small paper container with sausage in it to him.
"Oi! Potato-bastard! Eat something!"
Prussia has a huge smirk on his face, letting the mood rise. The once dark mood in the room seems to be lifted and the others in the small bar start to relax.
Germany takes the sausage and eats it slowly.
"Oi. Prussia?" Germany looks at his nii-san. Prussia nods at him, telling his little brother to continue without a word leaving his lips.
Before Germany told his brother what has been troubling him, he notices how beat up they are. Bandages lined up and down their arms and heads. There is blood splattered on their uniforms, and Germany knows now is probably the last time the brothers will see each other for a long time.
"Prussia, I heard France, England, America, and Russia are splitting us up. Is this true?"
Prussia thinks for a second. He knows how though Germany is on the outside, but he knows Germany has a soft heart. The news would kill him.
"Well little bro… America, England, France, and Russia are taking over. Russia's taking me, and they are going to split you up."
Germany fells his heart drop. He is going to lose his brother to Russia.
Russia wasn't known for being nice to prisoners of war at all.
Germany slams his glass of beer down and yells, letting his temper get the best of him.
"What about you! You're my brother damn it!" Germany felt the anger rage through him and he left the bar quickly.
He didn't know he wouldn't see his brother again until 1996.