I've been thinking about this for a long while. It's always kinda intrigued me, and I decided to actually write about it.

There will be more notes at the end. But for now...

Disclaimer: I do not own "Hetalia".

Germany walked down the street, nervously fiddling with the hem of his coat sleeves as the snow fell around him. He tilted his head up, the visor of his hat coming into view. Beside him walked Prussia, hands stuffed into his own coat pockets as he grumbled under his breath, cursing the cold weather.

"Bruder, please," he begged, blue eyes roaming over Prussia's form. "He's been wanting to meet you for a long while; please try to behave."

The silver-haired man shot the German a glare. "I don't give a fuck. Why couldn't he have come to my place; then at least I wouldn't have to walk through Berlin in the middle of fucking winter."

The tall blonde sighed. "I told you already, bruder," he said. "He's very busy trying to plan out what he wants exactly to happen to me. And you agreed to meet with him."

"Didn't know it was going to be like this," the smaller man muttered. He shivered. "You know I hate the cold."

"Ja, I know. But he's very anxious to meet you."

The turned a corner and Germany saw his office building in the distance, mentally cheering; they were almost there and then he wouldn't have to listen to his brother's complaining any longer.

"Of course he wants to meet the awesome me," Prussia told him. Germany rolled his eyes. "Plus, he probably wanted to see who raised you, too. No one could have done as awesome a job as I did. It's only natural."

"Sure, bruder," Germany humored the other man. His office was getting closer. All around the city, people were bustling around, trying to stay out of the cold as much as they could.

"Stop fidgeting," Prussia scolded, reaching over and slapping Germany's hand. The tall blonde snatched his hand away, frowning.

"I'm not," he lied, putting his hands in his pockets like his brother. "I'm just worried that you'll do something stupid or say something insulting to him."

Out of the corner of his eye, Germany saw Prussia shrug. "I won't if he doesn't give me the opening to do so. It's not my fault if I take advantage of an opportunity when it arises."

"That's what worries me…" Germany mumbled to himself. The two brothers turned down another street and came face to face with the German's office. Germany led the way up the small flight of marble steps and hurried into the building. He greeted his boss's secretary with a smile, and the petite blonde waved warmly back. When he turned to the closet, shrugging out of his jacket to hang it up, he looked over at Prussia. The albino was watching the girl with a predatory look.

"Hands off, bruder," he warned, tapping the smaller man on the shoulder to get his attention. His brother pouted, red eyes turning to meet Germany's blue ones.

"You're no fun, West," he said, unbuttoning his own jacket and throwing it haphazardly into the open closet door. Germany scowled at him. "What?"

The tall blonde sighed and bent down to pick up the coat, hanging it neatly next to his own before closing the door. "Bruder, please," he repeated his earlier request. "I know you don't really care about this, but meeting with Hitler is a big deal for me. He's been asking about you ever since he found that book about your Teutonic Knight days. He's very eager to meet you…"

Prussia rolled his eyes. "Relax, West," he smirked.

Germany frowned and straightened his tie as he turned around and walked down the hall, listening to his brother's footsteps behind him. When he reached Hitler's office, he turned to face Prussia.

"I'll go in and tell him you're here," he told him. "Wait in the hall until I return. And please," he begged once more, "don't move, don't talk to anyone that passes, don't touch anything, and behave when you meet him. This means a lot to me, bruder, and I-"

Prussia rolled his eyes and motioned for Germany to get away. "Ja, ja, West. I got it. Just get in there before you piss yourself."

The blonde scowled, but turned and knocked on the door lightly, only entering when the voice on the other side told him to. He shot Prussia one last glance before slipping in and shutting the door behind him.

In the room was Hitler himself, sitting at his desk with a huge map spread over it. Standing slightly behind him on either side were two military generals, both who glanced up when he entered. Germany walked up and stood in front of Hitler's desk, saluting before standing at attention.

"Ah, Germany," Hitler greeted, shutting a folder that he had in his lap and handing it to one of the generals. He stood and waved a hand, the two generals saluting him before turning to the second door in the office that resided on the other side of Hitler. Germany watched them go before his gaze flicked back to his boss.

"I'm glad to see you," the man said. He eyed his country for a moment. "Please, you may relax when in my presence. You are my country, not just my soldier."

Germany allowed himself to relax his pose slightly before addressing his superior. "Herr Hitler, I have brought along mien bruder with me, as you requested."

Hitler's face remained the same, but the air in the room changed significantly at those words. "Well, then, by all means, let him come in. I would very much like to meet this bruder of yours."

Germany nodded and turned around, heading back to the door. He opened it and peeked out, sure that Prussia had caused a mess of things in his short time alone. To his pleasant surprise, the albino was simply leaning against the wall on the other side of the hall, arms crossed over his chest and head back, eyes closed. He looked rather bored, which is why Germany was a little apprehensive about leaving him alone for much loner; a bored Prussia was a dangerous Prussia.

"Bruder," he called, and red eyes snapped open to look at Germany. "Could you please come in?"

"About fucking time," the older nation snorted, pushing off from the wall. He brushed passed his brother and entered the room, Germany shutting the door quietly behind them. The pale nation stood before the dark-haired man, saluting him before smirking and stepping forward, holding out his hand.

"Glad to meet you, sir," he chirped, and Germany felt a little relief that Prussia was behaving himself for the time being.

However, when he looked up at his boss, he felt a little dread seep into his bones. The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned tense. Hitler was staring at Prussia with a look of horror and disgust. He moved his gaze from Prussia's outstretched hand, to his face, to his hair, and finally back to Germany, who gulped inconspicuously.

"I must apologize," Hitler said, and Prussia blinked, lowering his hand. He looked thoroughly confused. "There must be some mistake."

"I'm sorry?" Ludwig stuttered, eyes wide.

But Hitler merely shook his head. "Nein. There is a problem."

"Sir, what could be wrong?" Germany asked. He and his brother exchanged a look.

"This cannot be the Kingdom of Prussia," Hitler exclaimed.

"The one and only," Prussia crowed with pride, though there was the hint of a scowl on his face.

For a moment, Hitler's gaze traveled back to the pale man standing in front of him, before shaking his head. "Nein, nein," he said, turning back to Germany. "Please, go and fetch your brother. Surely this… this abomination is not the great nation that raised you."

Prussia gaped, and Germany merely stared at his superior. "Herr Hitler, I-"

"Excuse me?" Prussia screeched, seeming to have recovered from his surprise. Hitler turned an angry to him.

"You cannot possibly be the almighty empire of German ancestry," the man spat. He turned to Germany. "Please, enough with this joke. I find it neither entertaining nor funny. Now, bring me your brother and let us begin this meeting. I have other things that need to be done today and have no time to deal with this freak that you have brought me."

Germany saw Prussia's eyes blaze, and before he could react, the older man stomped forward, grabbing the front of Hitler's shirt and yanking him forward. "What did you call me?"

Hitler's face became red. "You are not the Kingdom of Prussia," he said. "You cannot be him. Your hair and eyes are proof of that. German men are supposed to be normal. And you are not."

Prussia's red eyes bore into Hitler, and Germany was sure that if it were possible, there would be lasers coming out of his eyes. "Are you fucking mental?" he snarled.

The dark haired man turned his gaze to Germany. "Germany, please remove this mutation from my office now. Whatever meeting we may have had planned is cancelled. I do not wish to continue to attempt to have any more conversations with this monstrosity."

The growl that Prussia issued was no longer a warning, and Germany hurriedly stepped forward to separate his brother from his boss before the nation could do any harm. He stood between them and held his hands out towards them. His one actually touched Prussia's chest, just in case his brother got any ideas.

Hitler sighed and smoothed out his shirt. "Germany, I am sorry. The abortion before you was a mistake, one that I will not tolerate. I do not wish to ever see your so called 'brother,' and if we cross paths again, I will act in whatever way I see fit."

"Why, you-" Prussia said, making to lunge forward once more. Germany caught him, however, and pushed him in the direction of the door.

"My apologies, sir," he mumbled, averting his blue eyes. As he continued to guide the albino out to the hall, he gave a sloppy salute and quickly clicked the door shut behind him. He turned around to see Prussia stomping down the hall and hurried after him. "Bruder, wait!" he cried.

Prussia strode out the buildings front doors, slamming the heavy oak with a loud "bang!" before walking down the steps and into the street. Germany caught up quickly, stepping back when the older man suddenly turned on his heel to face him. The anger on his face was something the German had only seen a few times before, and it made his blood run cold.

"Who the fuck does he think he is!" Prussia yelled, red eyes blazing as he glared his brother. "He can't possibly be the 'great and wonderful' leader that everyone's been talking about! He's an embarrassment to you, and he can suck my five meters!"

"Bruder, I-" Germany tried to calm the other nation down, but it was futile.

"And did you hear the way he was talking to me? About me! It was bad enough to speak about me as if I wasn't standing two fucking feet away from him, but to call me 'freak'? That fucking bastard has no right to talk to a nation like that, let alone the awesome me!"

"Ja, bruder, but-"

Prussia pointed a finger at Germany's face. "And you just stood there and didn't say anything! Fuck, West! I'm you're brother, and I should not have to deal with being treated like that!"

"You're right, bruder, of course," the blonde nodded, anxious to calm the other down. Bad things happened when Prussia was this angry.

"Of course I'm fucking right!" Prussia shouted. "I don't like him, and I won't support whatever he wants! Honestly, just because I look different? I'll have you know that I've got noble blood! You should all be jealous that you're not as awesome looking as I am!"

Germany bit his bottom lip. He knew, as did his brother, that the older man was very sensitive about his appearance. While it was true that he had noble blood running through his veins, it was very odd that he was the way he was. No other nations had ever been albino, and, looking at the Prussian race, the fact was that the personification of Prussia should have looked like Germany.

"Are you even fucking paying attention to me?"

Germany blinked, taking a step backwards when furious red eyes were only centimeters from his own. "Sorry, what?" he asked. He should have known better than to space out in front of Prussia.

The other nation snorted. "Figures," he muttered. He glared at his brother. "I said, I'm going home. I will never meet with that man again, and whatever he wants, I will oppose. He'll get as minimal support from me and my people as I can give."

The tall blonde nation sighed as Prussia turned around and stomped across the street, heading back to Prussian territory. Germany shot a glance back at his office before jogging to catch up, easily falling in stride beside the smaller man. The other was still cursing under his breath, glaring at anyone who dared to pass the two brothers.

"Honestly, who the fuck does he think raised you? He's a fucking lunatic and I hope he blows his fucking brains out. 'Freak'? I'll show you who the fucking 'freak' is, you fucking bastard. I'm gonna take you're words and shove them down your back down your throat so far that you'll shit them out within ten minutes!"

As the two continued their trek back the way they had come, Germany felt his stomach sink. If his brother and his boss, the two people in this world that mattered most to him, couldn't get along, then there was no hope. He couldn't very well go against his bosses wishes, but disobeying his brother was not in his programming. Prussia had raised him, and the one thing that he had ingrained in the young German's mind was that you didn't turn your back on family, no matter how much you hated them (this was huge coming from Prussia, considering his relationship with Austria).

Germany's confidence sank. Which did he chose? The man who ran his country and had a plan to get back all he had lost from the previous war?

Or the man who had raised him, taught him everything he knew, and was by his side for his entire life?

Okay, here's the tiny explanation that I owe you.

You see, Prussia wasn't really cool with what Hitler was doing, but still went along with anyways. At least that's what I've gotten from my small amount of internet sleuthing. Also, I thought it would be interesting what would happen if Hitler met Prussia, considering that Gilbo is almost albino looking, and how Hitler basically hated any person who wasn't of arian race. I didn't think the whole thing would go down well, especially considering Prussia's personality, and wanted to explore it a little more.

So this was born.

Reviews are appreciated, and a title is still needed! :)