Prussia x Child!Germany [ Brotherly Love ]

"Big bruder!" little Ludwig screeched, chasing Prussia around the house.

It was quite the chase, really. It had started in Ludwig's bedroom, leaving a path of destruction through the orderly area, which trailed out into the hall, a long line of clothes left behind them, through the living room, where tables and couches were overturned in the strength of the nations, and then finally through the kitchen, where flour was spread across the floor, the bag having exploded because it had fallen off of the counter. Prussia seemed to be cornered against the sink but, as soon as the doorbell rang, Prussia leapt over his little brother and bolted to the door.

Ludwig quickly followed after him, yelling in rapid German.

The door was opened to reveal Elizabeta, smiling widely. That is, until she noticed both brothers covered in flour.

Heaving a sigh, she rubbed her temples.

"Dare I ask what happened?" she mumbled, stepping into the house and surveying the damage.

Both of them immediately pointed the blame at one another, saying things in a quick, jumbled up mixture of German and English, as well as a bit of Old Prussian.

She sighed, yet again, and heard a voice in the back of her head, asking herself why she put up with this every day.

"Both of you, QUIET." she shouted, effectively shutting them both up. "Now, I'll ask this one time...Ludwig, what happened?"

"Hey - !" Gil cut in, about to ask why she asked Ludwig. He shut up when he noticed the frying pan that had suddenly come very close to his face, as well as the emerald eyes boring holes in his soul on the other side of said frying pan.

Ludwig's face remained frozen in a stern stare, completely unfitting of his age.

His reply was short and terse.

"Big bruder stole my book."

Eliza then promptly facepalmed. Ah, brotherly love...

"Both of you are going to clean this mess up," she stated, making it clear that it was a demand, not a request.

Groans of discontent were driven from both boys, in unison.

Well, at least they could agree on one thing: they hated when Eliza made them clean up.