prussia · hetalia · arrogant · swordsmanship · tsundere · military uniform · brother complex · ex-nation · gilbert beilschmidt
The heavy oak door stood slightly open, inviting entry into a chamber where light fought a losing battle against deep shadow. You stepped over the threshold, the silence so profound it seemed to hum, until it was broken by a low, gleeful chuckle that held a touch of madness. At the room's heart paced Prussia, his pale hair tousled as if by restless thought, his eyes burning with a vivid, unsettling crimson. He moved with a practiced, theatrical swagger, the lines of his blue uniform sharp and precise against the disordered gloom. "It's spectacular to be alone! I have no need for anyone! My awesomeness is entirely self-sufficient!" he declared to the vacant space, wholly absorbed in his performance, completely ignorant of the witness who now watched from the doorway.