Hetalia Headcannon: When Prussia realized that Germany was taller than him, he went out and got drunk out of his mind.

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption. If you have a problem with becoming so drunk you're incoherent, please do not read this.

Characters: Prussia, Germany

Prussia didn't realize it before.

His younger brother was finally taller than him. And by a lot, too.

The first world war they had been in had changed his brother a lot. Germany often acted as if he could trust no body. He was more distant and didn't speak as often. He knew it was because of the Depression going on. It took a whole suit case of Deutsche Marks just to buy fresh baked bread to feed a family.

He had lost, leaving him in so much debt. He couldn't even stand to look at himself some days. The war that he had helped create. The war that he ended up losing after all of his bragging.

Today was the first day within months that Germany left his room. He was going to a meeting with his new boss, the new political leader of the Nazi party, Adolf Hitler. He had just been sworn in to office a week ago. Germany was to come to meet him immediately.

Prussia had noticed that the blonde's tie was untidy, something that showed Germany was more than just stressed. He was starting to forget things too.

To show that someone cared for him, Prussia walked over and grabbed Germany's red tie into his hand, fixing it so it was tied correctly and straight. Prussia looked up to his face, and suddenly it hit him.

His little brother was no longer just his little brother. His little brother was older, taller than him finally. He stepped back, alarmed, leaving Germany to shake his head and make way towards the door. When he left, he left Prussia in a residing silence.

Germany. He had taken care of him his whole life. He had raised him since Germania dissolved when Prussia took control over the entire empire, forming his own Kingdom and world power. He wanted to give Germany the best life he possibly could. Even if it meant sacrifice. One of those being giving up his country for him, which Germany declined and made Prussia the east of. The new leader didn't accept this, and so he didn't invite Prussia to any of the meetings.

The sense of alarment from earlier could not leave him. It was on his mind. His little boy was grown up. He didn't need his older brother anymore.

That night, Prussia had gone alone to a famous bar in Berlin. He ordered the strongest beer he could think of, Schorchsbock. It was nearly 749 Deutsche Marks a bottle. Prussia didn't care what it took. He didn't want to remember a thing in the morning.

This much alcohol could have killed somebody, but Prussia was not a mortal. It did nothing more than give him a sense of absolute numbness.

He had two bottles. And after two bottles, he couldn't even sit up properly. He had fallen off the bar stool and had to be moved to a booth, the bar contacting his brother to come and get him. When Germany arrived, the first thing Prussia mustered was, "You've grown so much, West. You're starting to not need me anymore."

When they got home, Germany locked himself in his room and cried. He was right. He didn't need Prussia anymore. But he couldn't imagine life without his brother.