Prussia's Lil' Friend

Germany sighed as he shifted through some scattered paperwork that Italy had not bothered to finish; he had been too busy having a fiesta or something, Germany never really bothered to check, and had then promptly fallen asleep. He really was hopeless. He picked up what appeared to be a recipe for a pasta dish rather than a piece of work and smiled at the little doodles Italy had scribbled across the text and on the other side. Well, for doodles they were actually very detailed, and Germany couldn't help but admire Italy's natural talent for art. One of the little sketches appeared to be of him working. Germany wondered when Italy had drawn that, and how he didn't notice at the time. It seemed Italy could keep quiet and focus on a task if he wanted to. Unfortunately, it wasn't the right task.

Just as he had sorted out the paper into a neat stack, the pile was disturbed as the door slammed open against the wall. He had to make an entrance, didn't he?

"Brother, what are you doing? Italy is asleep…" Germany closed his eyes and frowned as he turned to face his brother. Upon opening them he was met with the self-proclaimed albino standing in the doorway with his clothes torn in places and a few scratches on his arms and chest.

"Well, sorry West… I didn' know your boyfriend was asleep…" Prussia tried to shut the door quietly but failed as the door did not slide back into place and he resorted to kicking it shut, swaying slightly as he regained his balance. He turned to face Germany with a lopsided grin, holding his arms out in front of him.

"…What is it, brother?" Germany narrowed his eyebrows, glaring as Prussia stumbled over, still keeping his arms in front of him and his hands cupped.

"West…"

"… What?" He raised an eyebrow expectantly, waiting to be annoyed and already un-amused by his brother's behaviour.

"SAY HELLO TO MY LIL' FRIEND!" Prussia practically shouted as he opened his hands to reveal a small ball of fluff and feathers. The yellow chick was sleeping contently in Prussia's hand, but disturbed by his loud voice opened a sleepy eye and looked blankly at Germany, uninterested by what it saw. With a little chirp it ruffled its feathers and fell back asleep as the older German watched it with a warm smile.

"What is that, Gilbert?" Germany was un-amused, but slightly interested. Only slightly.

"Eh? He's my new best friend! I found him coming back…"

"So you went and climbed a tree or something in that state? You're a mess!" Germany cried out incredulously at his brother.  

"Not that drunk…" Prussia opened and closed his eyes to clear his head. "Me an' Gilbird going to bed. 'Night…"

"…It's practically the middle of the day…" Germany's words fell onto hollow ears as his brother stumbled to his room, carefully holding the small chick to his chest. And so in the morning the three of them welcomed a new addition to the family, aptly named Gilbird.

Meanwhile as Italy petted the little chick and fussed over how feathery it was, Germany sighed and made a mental note to never let his brother get drunk again. It didn't work.