Alright! The next chapter is a request from AgentImagination18! Sorry it's taken me so long to update this! And with a not-so-great chapter at that...whatever…we're our own worst critics right? I'm always worried that I've written people out of character, but you guys always say I do alright! Maybe I just need more faith in myself?

Anyhow, we got just enough reviews last time to get Prussia a decent therapist…he's doing better since the Peep incident, but he told me he didn't want me messing with his love life until he's recovered…His therapist suggested he spend some time with his family so…here you go Prussia…sorry for the last chapter…

Anyhow, this is the request: 'Because there isn't alot of Germany and Prussia brotherly one-shots, how about a one-shot where Germany asks Prussia what its like not being a Nation anymore?'

Title: 'Ich liebe dich auch, alteren Bruder'

no pairings….just fluff…

"You can't!" The usually strong blond fell to his knees. He looked across the dark empty room to the figure before him.

"I have to. I'm not needed anymore." The younger tried to run to the older. He had to stop him. He had to! But he couldn't. He was stuck and unable to move from where he now stand. Tears sprang to his eyes as he began to feel a blackness encroaching upon his heart. A certain emptiness; a hopelessness making him feel like a little child.

"Don't!" Germany screamed, tears pouring down his face now.

"I'm sorry little brother." Prussia smiled serenely as he pulled the trigger.

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Germany woke with a start, feeling uneasy. He shook his head, trying to shake off what remained of the nightmare. He looked at the alarm clock next to him. The alarm was set to go off seventeen minutes from now. No point in going back to sleep. He turned the alarm off and slid out of bed. He glanced at his bed, the side he didn't sleep on, and mentally slapped himself. Of course Italy wouldn't be there. He was staying with Romano. He got dressed and headed downstairs. Prussia was in the living room watching cartoons.

"Guten Morgen, Germany," Prussia said, paying more attention to the television than to his younger sibling.

"Guten Morgen," said Germany. And then after thinking a moment, "Aren't you up a bit early?" Prussia looked at him and shrugged.

"I get up when I feel like it…And I felt like getting up early enough to ask you to make pancakes this morning. Canada gave me more syrup!" Germany sighed and walked towards the kitchen.

"I suppose we haven't had pancakes in a while…Alright, I'll do it…" He pulled out some ingredients and began to make them from scratch. Prussia looked on hungrily from a safe distance; he didn't want to be in Germany's way. When the food was almost done, Prussia decided to be helpful and sat the table. Germany guessed that it was probably because he was hungry, but the gesture was appreciated nonetheless. Germany brought the food to the table, and they both sat down and ate in silence.

Prussia finished first, and so he got up, rinsed his plate and put it on the counter before heading downstairs to his room, smiling contentedly as he went. Germany was left alone at the table to finish his breakfast. That's when it hit him. Germany suddenly felt sick. That dream. That dream…It hadn't been that long since Prussia had lost his status as a nation. What if instead of being that care-free individual he came across as, he was really actually very depressed? Maybe his subconscious had picked up on it? Germany shook the thought. Prussia was by far the most egotistical being he knew. He could never do something like that to himself. Could he?

Germany stood up abruptly from his breakfast and placed his plate on the kitchen counter, half a pancake remaining uneaten. He then headed upstairs with the idea of work making him feel better.

Prussia walked back upstairs to get a drink. Approaching the kitchen, he realised that it was a mess. There was flour on the counter from when Germany had made pancakes earlier, and none of the breakfast dishes were done. Knowing how much Germany hated having his kitchen dirty, Prussia cleaned up for him, slightly concerned.

Meanwhile, Germany stared at the papers on his desk. They were barely touched. No matter how convinced he was that his brother was fine, he could not get himself to focus more than two minutes before disturbing images from his nightmare seeped into his mind.

Prussia, having finished cleaning, went up to his brother's office and went inside without bothering to knock. He pulled up a chair and sat down close to the younger, but not right next to him. Germany glanced at him from the corner of his eye, but quickly focused again down on the papers in front of him. After a couple of minutes of pretending to work, he heard Prussia sigh. Germany looked up at him reluctantly.

"What's wro-?"

"What is it like to not be a nation anymore?" Germany blurted out, before Prussia could even finish. Of course Prussia was immediately distracted from his own question by Germany's.

"What?" Prussia asked, obvious confusion on his face. Germany was embarrassed, but it was too late to back out now.

"What I mean is, does it bother you to be an ex-nation?" Prussia furrowed his brow slightly, trying to think of an answer to the extremely unexpected question.

"Well, I suppose it sucks sometimes. All my friends still have their responsibilities, so I get kind of bored sometimes. Not that I mind being alone. Being alone is awesome! But, you get tired of getting turned down when you ask people to do stuff with you because they're too busy, you know? And when I actually sit down and think about the fact that my nation no longer exists…it's kind of sad…makes me feel kind of empty. But I don't think of it that much because being sad is totally unawesome and crying is for girls! Anyways, on the bright side, I have an ultra-awesome excuse to be lazy!"

Germnay listened to all of this and then smiled, relieved to know that his brother was alright. Prussia picked up on his mood rather quickly.

"Hey…wait a minute…Were you acting weird because you were worried about your big brother?" Prussia grinned. Germany tried to deny it, but the look on his face gave him away.

"Aww! Ich liebe dich auch, Germany!" Prussia said jumping up from his seat and attacking his brother with many huggles.

"Ack! What are you doing!? Get off me! Stop it!" Germany protested. Prussia let him go and skipped out the door absolutely beaming. Germany brushed himself off before rolling his eyes and looking back to his work. He sighed and smiled to himself.

"Ich liebe dich auch, alteren Bruder."

So yeah….dunno…

Tell me what you think, okay? And if you like Italy, maybe check out my new story called 'Letters to Italy'. It's one of those where you write to the character and they write you back. I don't know. It's fun.

And just to let you know, I am going to be going on vacation for a couple of weeks, and then it's back to school, so expect updates less often… I will do my very best! Thank you so much all of you! And just so you know, I have decided to do request 2 as a multichappie! I need a name though, so if you manage to think of one, let me know. If I choose yours, you will be credited, and if there are several I like, I could do a poll. That's all really for news…

Translations:

Guten Morgen-good morning

Ich liebe dich auch-I love you too

Ich liebe dich auch, alteren Bruder-I love you too, older brother