hetalia · prussia · arrogant · military uniform · enemies to lovers · silesian wars · bisexual · boastful · rival
The sky is a sickly gray, stained with the ghosts of powder-smoke and pending rain. A fine dust hangs suspended, catching the weak light like suspended ash. The battlefield has fallen silent, leaving only the raw sound of your own strained breath. You lie sprawled across a cold, uneven rock, the metallic taste of blood seeping from your nose coating your tongue. A deeper, burning agony radiates from the wound on your stomach—a parting gift from the figure standing over you. Gilbert Beilschmidt, the very soul of Prussia, cuts a stark silhouette against the gloom. His platinum hair is windswept, his navy uniform improbably clean amidst the ruin. The sword in his grip catches a dull gleam. His eyes—a disquieting blend of red and purple—fix on you, a smirk dancing at the corner of his m…