When Germany woke up, Prussia was still asleep. His older brother had a lot of work to do last night, and Germany knew he was exhausted. He wondered if there was something he could do for Prussia. Usually the older German brother had breakfast already made and was usually shaving or showering. That was it! Germany would be the big brother today and make breakfast and shave. He'd be all grown-up and awesome, just like Prussia.
He didn't really know how to make much, just toast, and he wasn't exactly an accomplished toast cook. Oh, well. Anything he made would be better than England's food, right? He put two slices of bread and the toaster and tried to figure out how to make coffee.
Prussia usually boiled water. He tried to fill the coffee pot with water but it was hard when he couldn't reach the sink. He climbed onto the counter and turned the sink on, standing in the other side of it. At last it was filled (perhaps it was overflowing just a tad), and he crawled to the stove and placed the pot on it, turning on the heat. He jumped down and just then the toast popped out. It was a little bit black, but maybe that was how toast was supposed to look. It was really hard; good and sturdy, Germany figured.
Now it was time to shave. He wasn't exactly sure why Prussia shaved; it must just be something men did. Germany stood up a little straighter. Today, he would be a man. He went into the bathroom to get out Prussia's shaving cream and razor, but he couldn't see himself in the mirror above the sink. Darn his child height! He jumped and jumped but still couldn't reach it. He heaved a sigh of frustration. He supposed he'd just have to climb up on the counter again.
Sitting on the edge of the bathroom sink, Germany could see himself perfectly now. He took the can of shaving cream and frowned at it. He'd never really used it before. Oh well, he'd just spray it all over himself. He started spraying, using the other hand to protect his eyes, and soon realized just how much fun it was. He got a little carried away with it, spraying a happy face on the mirror and watching in delight as he made clouds of the foamy substance that fell through the air.
Finally he remembered the task at hand. He grabbed the razor and started removing the cream. He winced as he felt one sharp pain after the other, unintentionally making several little cuts along his face. At last, in tears now, he washed his face off and saw that he was bleeding. Well, that was just great.
The coffee water started whistling, and Germany sighed. Being a man was hard work. He walked into the kitchen, forgetting about his bleeding face, and tried to pour his brother a cup of coffee. He spilled a little, and his hand got a little burned. Whimpering, he looked in the cup. It didn't look that good, but he supposed that nothing looked quite as spectacular as TV made it seem. He put the toast on a plate and carried it with the coffee into Prussia's bedroom. "Big bruder," he asked softly, "are you awake?"
Prussia sat up slowly and blinked, rubbing the sleep out of his rheumy eyes. "Hey, West, what-" His eyes widened as he saw Germany's injured cheeks. "West, did you try to shave?"
Germany nodded, tears filling his eyes. "I was trying to be just like you," he sniffled, and handed Prussia the plate. "I- I made you breakfast."
Prussia smiled and took the toast and coffee. "Danke, West," he said, taking a bite out of the blackened toast. He tried not to wince and sipped at his…hot water with coffee grounds. "Awesome, little brother," he told him, ruffling his hair. Sadly, Germany stayed, so he'd have to consume the rest of the culinary abomination. Oh, well.
"You know, West, you'll grow up and have to shave and stuff soon enough. For now, just enjoy being little, ja?"
"Ja!" Germany smiled, relieved. It was much easier, he decided, to be a child.