"Hey Bruder?" Ludwig asked at dinner one night. Prussia looked up from his dish of potatoes to look at the little nation.
"Ja?"
"I have a question."
"Shoot."
"Do you like Miss Hungary?" He asked innocently.
Prussia inhaled suddenly and found himself trying to dislodge a cube of potato from his esophagus. Little Ludwig panicked and ran to him, accidentally head-butting him in the process. The piece of food flew from Prussia's mouth and onto the other side of the room's wall. Ludwig and Gilbert stared at it for a moment before the elder spoke.
"We never speak of this to anyone."