Every single day, Germania was reminded of the constant struggle he had with his oldest grandson Prussia. The headache he had permanently obtained never failed to let him forget.
Prussia was... a handful to say the least. The boy would get into trouble every single day; there were instances where the parents of his friends would pay Germania a visit and complain about the albino's unruly behaviour and now the older man had decided enough was enough.
He was going to put a stop to Prussia's behaviour once and for all.
He stormed outside into the small yard and spotted the little nation making a mud pie. Germania's eye twitched; great, this meant another struggle was coming- Prussia hated taking a bath. The boy looked content with his dirty creation- a big smile was eve present as he continued to add more grass and mud to the mixture. Germania watched as the boy wiped his face with a muddy hand, causing a dirty smear to attach itself to his cheek.
That was the last straw. He couldn't take it anymore. Did the boy do it to annoy him? He must know that he hated it when he did things like this!
"Prussia!" Germania shouted, "What are you doing? I have told you more than once you are not allowed to play in the mud!"
Prussia almost jumped from his position on the floor. He stood quickly and wiped his dirty hands on his clothes which enraged Germania further. The older nation stormed towards the boy and grabbed his wrist in order to pull him inside the house. Of course, as usual, Prussia resisted and tried to escape, but escape from Germania was impossible.
"Let go!" he wailed but the blond man refused. His grip was firm and he walked inside the house. Baby Germany watched from his place on the floor, his face remaining expressionless. This wasn't an unusual occurrence. He was used to seeing his brother dragged against his will.
"You will get yourself cleaned up and then we shall have a serious talk about your behaviour!" Germania declared and dragged Prussia into the washroom. The battle had now begun.
"Nein!" the boy shook his head as he tried to run away. Germania swiftly removed his shirt and dropped the squirming boy into the tub and poured the water onto his head. Prussia whined again, "Vati! It's cold!"
"Hush," Germania said sternly and began to clean the boy. Prussia made a few more attempts of escape but eventually accepted his fate and sat there with a frown and a pout. When the ordeal was over, Germania gathered the boy's dirty clothes and removed them to be washed later. Prussia put on a clean shirt and continued to pout as he was forced to sit down. Germania stood in front of him and said, "You have to start behaving yourself. You're an embarrassment!"
"I am not! I'm just having fun!" Prussia insisted, "It's unawesome to not have fun!"
"Nein, you listen to me and you listen well. I have had enough with your antics. From now on you will behave, just like your brother. You don't see him running around like an idiot covered in mud and disturbing others."
"Fine. I will stop," Prussia stated. Germania looked surprised for a moment then his stoic expression returned, "Good. See that you do."
For a split second, he believed him. Then he realised that this was Prussia and he then doubted that statement. And he had every right to.
From that moment on, Prussia's rebellious behaviour became worse and worse. Germania received more complaints (especially from Rome and Britannia), Prussia would come home covered in mud and his resistance became worse and worse.
The scolding would always be:
"Prussia! Why have you got mud on your clothes?"
"I fell over!"
"Prussia! Why did you hit your brother?"
"Because he was being unawesome!"
"Prussia! Will you stop running around like an idiot and do your chores!"
But usually, the scolding usually went like:
"Prussia! How many times do I have to tell you to NOT wave that damn crop around?"
"But Vati! My crops awesomeness must be acknowledged!"
"I don't care! Stop that before you damage something!"
It was a never ending battle; a battle that Germania had been loosing from the very beginning.
But it wasn't just Prussia that drove him to the verge on insanity. There was also that damned bird that followed the nation around. It was constantly there and it was forever chirping away whenever Prussia was in trouble. Germania felt as though the bird was mocking him and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get it to leave.
Germania rubbed his temples; it was late and the boys had gone to bed. Why couldn't he ever win? What was he doing wrong? Why did Prussia insist on driving him mad ever single minute of the day? He just didn't understand!
He walked to the bedroom the boys shared and looked at the sleeping nation of Prussia. He looked so peaceful... so quiet and that was when it hit him. It was the most horrific and terrifying thought and he wished to whatever supernatural being out there that it wasn't true.
If Prussia was quiet and normal, life would be so different. But was that what he wanted? No, it wasn't. Shouting and scolding the older of the two boys had become a way of life now and he didn't think he could have it any other way. It was strange to consider but he found it true. He would probably be more worried if Prussia was quiet because it was just so unusual. The boy was out of control but that was just Prussia. It was who he was and if he changed, it would be strange.
Germania left the boy's room and retired to his own, terrified by the outcome of his train of thought. He knew that Prussia's shenanigans would be something he would just have to endure whether he liked it or not.
The thought was horrifying.