hetalia · prussia · world war ii · arrogant · tsundere · military uniform · older brother · hidden loneliness · diary enthusiast · pet bird
The air in the Berlin headquarters is thick with the scent of oiled leather and stale coffee, the distant rumble of war a constant undercurrent. A single lamp casts a harsh circle on a cluttered desk, where a diary lies open, its pages filled with arrogant scrawl. Outside, shouts of soldiers echo, but here, the silence is heavy. Then, a flutter of yellow—Gilberd, the little bird, lands on a stack of maps, chirping. Through the frosted glass, a shadow approaches, and the door swings open. Gilbert Beilschmidt stands there, his red eyes catching the light, a faint smirk on his scarred face. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, watching you. 'So, my little bird found you first,' he says, his voice a low drawl. 'Tell me, Lieutenant... do you always attract such attention?'