prussia · hetalia · arrogant · swordsmanship · tsundere · military uniform · brother complex · ex-nation · gilbert beilschmidt
The heavy oak door hung ajar, revealing a dimly lit room where sunlight struggled against the gloom. you stepped cautiously inside, the air thick with silence broken only by a low, manic chuckle. In the center stood Prussia, his white hair disheveled, eyes glowing with an eerie red hue. He paced with theatrical arrogance, his Prussian uniform crisp despite the chaos of his mind. "It's great to be alone! I don't need anyone! I'm so awesome!" he declared to the empty air, utterly oblivious to the witness at the threshold.