"Hey mister Prussia?" A small voice asked, looking up to the said Prussian soldier, blue uniform practically glowing in the sun. The albino looked down at the young blonde, who stood on the platform of the ship headed for the new lands.
"Ja? What is it… Canada?" The man asked, looking down at the little land mass next to him. He looked to be a teenager, around nineteen or so. Not yet a country, but on his way to be.
"My brother… what did you think of him?"
"Hmm? Why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering."
Prussia thought for a moment, and looked up at the sky, which threatened to burn his skin deeply for its fairness.
"Well- he's a real ambitious kid… and strong. A little… clueless sometimes. But he's learning real fast." He said, thinking on how he had trained the kid. He had indeed learned fast, but really, he had to. But remembering one of his generals yelling at him for using the bayonet's as a cooking utensil-
"Do you think I'll ever be like that? Strong, and smart?... do I have any potential?" Canada asked, looking up to the older country, purplish eyes blinking with question. Prussia thought about it again.
"Hmm… sure. I mean, if you work at it. Maybe even better." He said, grinning at the kid with his bright red eyes. "But I already think you're a little more grown up." He explained.
"Really?"
"You wanna hear a secret?" Prussia asked, looking at the boy with a mischievous smile.
"What?"
"Your brother may be powerful, but I had to yell at him for cooking with his bayonet."
Canada's eyes widened in disbelief, a smile hinting in his expression. "Really?
"Ja- but we'll keep that our little secret to use against him later."