A/N: I understand that this chapter is short. It's hard to write about youngsters. So I sort of fast forwarded their young life. This is also sort of a Christmas special. PS: The next chapter will feature some France X Joan D'arc
The three of them were the best of friends. From breakfast to dinner, they played together, even in the harsh winter. But soon, the boys began to grow older, bigger, and stronger. They went through this magical thing called puberty.
France was the first one to grow. It seemed almost sudden, because Prussia had a hard time believing it. "Mein Gott, Francis! When did you grow so big and hairy?" His voice was filled with disbelief as he studied the new version of his friend.
France chuckled in an already deeper voice. "It's called puberty, Gilbert. My country has grown bigger and stronger. So much that it has started to affect me. Don't worry, my smaller friend, one day you'll grow big like moi."
Although Spain was pleased with this answer, Prussia would not stand for it. After marching himself home, he went straight to the kitchen table, without a word to Vati or to his brother, and began to write furiously.
Dear Santa,
All I want for Christmas is puberty. Yes, puberty. You see, oh great fat man, France got puberty already, which makes him almost as awesome as me, but not as awesome as me. (Never as awesome as me.) If you could work your magic and get me that, then you would be the best fat man ever, next to Vati of course.
Gilbert.
PS: If you don't get it for me, then I'll send my army of new and improved Gilbirds after you. No pressure.
Later that evening, Vati found his albino son asleep at the table. Sighing, the great man picked him up and gently brought him into his room. After changing him into some blue footie pajamas, Vati noticed that Gilbert was clutching something tightly. He took it out of his hand before tucking him in.
Leaving the room, Vati opened the letter and sighed again after reading it. Trust Gilbert to threaten Santa Clause and call his father a fat old man in one sitting. But he couldn't help but smile slightly as he read about his only wish. Gilbert just wanted to grow up.
Unknowingly to the boy, the Kingdom of Prussia was growing rapidly and perhaps by Christmas, he would get his wish. And hopefully, he would realize that Santa wasn't real.
Only half of what Vati predicted came true. Gilbert did grow bigger and go through puberty, but he was utterly convinced a jolly old fat man was involved. "Finally, Santa got my letter!"
It also turned out that Spain grew up, too. Now they weren't just young boys anymore, but now they were young men.
They spent the next century or so at this age, and they grew even closer. During this time, they also earned their nickname of The Bad Friend's Trio, (or the bad touch trio, as France insisted.) They caused chaos across the world and were finally going to grow up.
Right after their pirate phase.
A/N: So I hoped you liked it! I realize that it's short, but I'm sorry, the next chapter will be longer! And more dramatic than humorous. Any other requests?