-third person POV and time skip to a few weeks later-
Lars and Ludwig had become good friends during the last few weeks. Today was the day that HRE and Prussia came home. The two little blond boys sat at the entrance of the house waiting for the two elder country's to return.
-Prussia's POV-
Me and holy Rome were walking back home. We hadn't seen our little Brüder for some time now. "Who is-a that?" HRE asked and I looked in the direction he was looking. At first I saw Ludwig, but next to him was a little boy. The boy looked a lot like that Viking Sweden, only he had green-blue-ish eyes in stead of the blue eyes of Sweden. He was sitting relaxed while talking to Ludwig, but as soon as he noticed us he tensed up. Now he looked exactly like Sweden. He stood up and walked towards us. "Who are a-you?" HRE asked the boy, who was more than a head taller than him. "I am the Netherlands" he said and his voice sent shivers down my spine. The way he looked at HRE and I was really frightening. Yep he was related to that Viking, no doubt about it. "Eh, brüder preußen, brüder HRE this is Lars" little Ludwig said.
Preußen- Prussia
Brüder- brother