All These Things If I Were King

Genre: general

Rating: PG

Characters: Prussia, Germany

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: don't own When I Am King or Hetalia

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"I'd be the greatest nation the world has ever seen," Prussia brags, and Germany nods, to please his older brother, even though he knows it could never be true.

"Yeah, if I were king of the world... that would be pretty fucking awesome. Everyone would have to bow down and recognize my awesomeness. I could make up laws too. Anyone who plays the piano has to wear a big goofy hat when he goes out in public, and he can't take it off or he's fined. Frying pans would be outlawed as dangerous weapons. And I could get people to bar up Russia behind a real Iron Curtain so he can't go around being a creeper to decent people like... like those Baltics, and me, any more. Everyone's vital regions would be all mine!" He chortled.

Germany sighs, presses his fingers to his temple, and wonders if he's going to get any more paperwork done that day or if Prussia is going to share his unemployed and unemployable self-proclaimed "awesome" self with him for the rest of the week.

"I wouldn't need a country any more," Prussia goes on, tone full of bravado. "Who needs a frickin' country when you control the world? I could just take the vital regions of anyone I wanted, occupy them until I got bored. Move on. Yeah, that's the life. And with me in control, nobody would need to worry about stupid things like wars or being invaded by anyone else. And it would be awesome."

Germany knows him well enough to know when he's trying to convince himself. He sets down his pen for a moment and turns to look his brother in the eyes. He's not sure whether to tell him that there's no such position as "king of the world" and never will be, or if he should tell his brother he's impressed that he's already got his uncertain future so positively under control. He's not sure what Prussia needs to hear more. He knows what he wants to hear though, which is not the same thing at all.

He ends up just raising an eyebrow, not saying a word. Prussia clears his throat and turns away, striking a pose. "And another thing! When I am king, sunrise will come when I say it does, and not a moment sooner! Also -"

Germany goes back to his paperwork. His brother goes his own way in his own style, and he can't change that. Doesn't really want to.

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