Forevah: Hello once again~ Italia Forevah here with a cutesy little story. It's not really my style, but it works. Aaaannnnndddddd, I bet no one has ever done it with these two characters: YOUNG GERMANY AND DIE TOLL PRUSSEN!((The awesome Prussia in German)) So, Doitsu can say the Disclaimer for me today, since he never gets his turn. Okay, Deutschland! Speak!

Germany: Ja, okay. Italia Forevah doesn't own Hetalia or any of us nations. She only owns the plots she comes up with on short notice. Das ist gut?((That was good? In German))

Forevah: Ja, ja Deutschland! Das war uber fantastich! ((Yes, Yes Germany! That was supper fantastic! In German))

Prussia: OI! When do I get to say a disclaimer!?

Forevah: You have done that already. Also I almost killed you that one time.

Prussia: You can't kill the AWESOME ME!

Forevah: Says the Nation with the dissolved country.

Prussia: SHUT UP!

Forevah: Anyways, Enjoy~

Prussia walked around, running his hand through his white hair. He was wearing his favorite jacket: the one he crushed Austria's army with during the War of Austrian Succession. He was very stressed out at the time. He couldn't find Germany anywhere. Prussia was currently looking for his significantly younger brother in a field at said brother's house. And was it a huge field. It would make any painter squeal with happiness. Flowers and high grass everywhere, it was most definately the best field any nation had ever seen.

"Oh Holy Rome~ Where are you?" He said, sounding like a big brother playing hide and seek. But this wasn't a game. No, not at all. 'Sheisse, where could he be!?' Prussia thought to himself. He then heard a little boy screaming,

"GAH! G-GET AWAY! PRUSSIA!"

"That sounded like, OH SHEISSE! HOLY ROME! I'M COMING!" Prussia started heading to the woods that was at the far end of the field. He sprinted like a crazy person, but he wasn't crazy at all. The Prussian nation dodged tree branches and hopped over bushes until he came to a clearing. What Prussia saw made him boil to the brim with anger. He saw one of his best friends, France, holding a scared Holy Roman Empire. Said Empire was shaking like he was at Russia's house without a coat. But once he saw his big 'brother' he stopped shaking a bit.

"P-Prussia, you came."

"Of course I did, silly Holy Rome. Now, Frankreicht! Let him go, NOW!"

"Oh, sorry..." France pushed Holy Rome away from him, but he also did something Prussia couldn't comprehend. He lashed out the sword that was around his waist and sliced at Holy Rome's back. The young empire's eyes went wide as he fell to the ground. France smirked, then turned around and started to walk away. Prussia started to tear up, then everything around him faded away. He looked around, screaming for Holy Rome. Then, he woke up.

~Outside of Dream-Land~

"HOLY ROME- W-Wha..?"

Prussia sat up like a bullet. He was breathing heavily and a bead of sweat raced down his forehead. Prussia held his head in his hand and silently cursed.

"...J-Just a dream...A horrible dream..." A young Germany raced down the hallway and stood in the doorway, ready to hold his big brother.

"B-Bruder? A-Are you alright?"

"Hm? Oh, Germany! Ja, I'm alright. Just a dream is all." Prussia acknowlaged his brother's presence and got up from the bed, smiling. Germany sighed and smiled back.

"Gut. You scared me for a minute. I could hear you from my room." Germany ran up to Prussia and let his big brother pick him up. He was petite enough to pick up without straint, but he was big enough to know he wasn't to be messed with.

"You don't have to worry about me. It's the other way around, silly Germany!"

"I don't think that will happen, Grosse Bruder." Germany laughed.

"I don't think you want to say that."

"Say what?"

"That I won't worry about you. I will worry every day of my existance, okay? Und you will be protected that same amount of time, get it?"

"Got it!"

"Gut." Prussia smiled a big smile and made the hug last for a while. He wanted to savor the moment while he could.

Prussia: I look like a pussy...

Germany: And who was that boy in the beginning, uh, Holy Rome?

Forevah: Prussia, you are not a pussy. Your being a good brother. Germany, that's uh,...um... How about I tell you when your older.

Germany: Ja, okay!

German Used:

Sheisse - Shit

Frankreicht - France

Bruder - Brother

Grosse - Big

Und - And

Ja - Yes

Forevah: Read & Review please! Byee~