"Big bruder, big bruder, wake up!"
Prussia groaned as one eyelid was pulled open by Germany's moist, chubby little fingers. He blinked until his vision cleared from the blur of morning and saw his little brother standing on his bed. "It's snowing! It's snowing!" Germany yelled excitedly, clapping his little lands together and jumping up and down.
"Awesome," said Prussia without enthusiasm, "now let me sleep."
"But big bruder…" Germany whined. Prussia looked up. His little brother's eyes were big and sad, and he knew that Germany was a bit of a crybaby and would be crushed if he didn't take him out in the snow. So, sighing heavily, he got out of bed and headed into the bathroom to shower and get dressed.
When he got to his brother's bedroom, Germany was sitting on the floor, waiting impatiently. "All right, West, let's get you dressed." Prussia helped his little brother into his thermal underwear and winter clothes, buttoning his little coat and tying a scarf securely around his neck. Germany's coat was a bit long on him, and his fingers barely poked out of the sleeves. Prussia couldn't help but smile- he did, after all, have the cutest little brother in the world.
Germany laughed and shrieked as he ran out in the snow, and Prussia couldn't help but catch his enthusiasm. The snow made everything look like a magical whipped cream world, and Prussia remembered when he was Germany's age and Old Fritz would take him sledding and have snowball fights with him. Prussia tried to follow his mentor's example in taking care of Germany. I hope I make you proud, Fritz, he thought, looking up at the sky. And I hope that when Germany grows up, he remembers me as a nice big brother who took good care of him.
"Big bruder, help me make a snowman!" Germany's little hand tugging at his sleeve pulled Prussia out of his silent, reminiscent reverie, and Prussia looked down at him and smiled. "All right, West, we are going to make the most awesome snowman the world has ever seen!"
Prussia showed Germany how to make snowballs and roll them until they got bigger and bigger and bigger, and his yellow pet Gilbird flew around and gathered sticks for the snowman's arms. Prussia wrapped his scarf around their creation's "neck", and he and Germany stood back to admire their work.
"Awesome, kid." Prussia held his hand low and Germany slapped it happily and jumped into his brother's arms. "Now how 'bout some hot chocolate?" Germany nodded and Prussia carried him inside and started boiling some water.
Christmas Eve came sooner than they thought. For Germany, every dragged-out minute grew longer and more strenuous until his excitement peaked into the night that was the very pinnacle of impatience for children across the globe. But for Prussia, it passed more swiftly every year.
Germany was still and obedient during the church service that night, which was a relief to Prussia, who had always been terrible about sitting through services himself as a child. When they got home, Germany was running around the house, a little sugar-high from all the Christmas treats he had been eating, and Prussia laughed as the child ran circles around him and begged him to let him stay up all night and watch for Saint Nicholas.
"Nein, kleiner bruder," Prussia told him, "Saint Nicholas will only come if you're asleep." He picked him up and carried him to bed, making sure he actually did fall asleep. He remembered very well what it was like to be a child on Christmas Eve. Finally the kid's eyelids drooped shut and his little face relaxed in slumber. Prussia planted a kiss on Germany's forehead. "Merry Christmas, my little Deutschland."