Mein gott, it's three in the morning! Prussia gave a small moan of agony but reluctantly heaved himself out of bed. Germany hadn't gotten in bed with him last night, thank God. Prussia reached for the suitcase on his floor and walked out to the car. He popped it in the trunk, shivering in the cold of pre-dawn morning. As soon as he got back inside he prepared some coffee while he got dressed and shaved.
He accidentally cut himself in his hurry and was holding a towel to his face with one hand while lightly shaking Germany's shoulder with the other. "West," he whispered, "it's time to wake up."
The little boy mumbled something and slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes and blinking. Prussia kept holding the towel to his injured cheek, running a comb through his brother's blonde locks with the other hand. He had put Germany in his airport outfit the previous night because dressing a child that young could sometimes be a hassle, and Germany tended to be a little wiggle-worm.
Especially this morning. "Plane, Pwussia, aiwplane!" he cheered, jumping up and down happily. Germany loved planes, but it was his first time getting to ride on one and he could hardly contain his excitement and impatience. He was flying with Prussia to meet France and Spain, since of course Prussia could hardly leave him home alone.
"Yes, Germany, plane," Prussia agreed tiredly, taking a few sips of coffee. "Do you have your backpack?" Germany nodded, holding up said item. "All right then, let's go." He scooped his little brother up in his arms and carried him to the car.
In the airport, Prussia was a tired, nervous wreck. He had to get Germany not to climb onto the baggage claim, no matter how fun it looked to ride, and explain to him that his suitcase was not being taken away forever. It sure was hard, raising a nation.
At last they were seated on the airplane, Germany at the window seat, all buckled in. Prussia leaned back with his hands behind his head, hoping to get some sleep, but that wasn't happening with his little brother beside him. "Pwussia, look! I can almost reach my legs to the seat in fwont of me!" he declared, stretching out to his full extent.
"Very awesome," Prussia murmured, closing his eyes.
"Pwussia, Pwussia, aren't you going to wear a seat belt?"
Prussia opened his eyes only to roll them. "Ja, West, when the plane starts moving."
"When is that?"
Prussia had a headache. "When you be quiet, and patient," he told his little brother.
Germany crossed his arms. "I don't think that's how it works."
"Just let me rest, 'kay?" Prussia re-shut his eyes, only to have them startled open again by a sudden, "Passengers, we are preparing for takeoff, please buckle your seat belts, secure your tray table, personal items under the seat in front of you and carryon bags in the overhead bins."
"YAYYY!" Germany hollered.
Prussia shot him a warning glance. "West, you have to be quiet on the plane, okay?"
Germany stuck out his lower lip in a pout. "But I can't hear myself above the airplane noise. Why do I have to be quiet, big bruder?"
"Because some people try to sleep on planes," Prussia replied, but of course Germany didn't get the hint.
"I wouldn't want to sleep!" he insisted as the plane reached the desired altitude. "Look, big bwuder, all the land is squares!"
Prussia sighed and tried to remember when he was Germany's age and this was exciting to him as well. "Ja, that is pretty awesome." He chuckled and ruffled his little brother's hair.
A stewardess came by, flirted with Prussia, and gave Germany extra juice and cookies because he was "just too cute". At last the atmosphere was more peaceful and Prussia realized why as he looked to his right. Germany was sound asleep.
Prussia grinned. Now he could finally go to sleep as well! The only problem was, the coffee he'd had earlier was beginning to kick in and now he was just awake enough to be miserably tired. He looked over at Germany again, sighing this time as he thought, I wish I was still a kid.