Just a short thingy~ Expressing the moods that follow Prussia around. It may be a little jumbled, but if you read it right, then you'll get it.
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Eyes were instantly drawn to the unusual man walking through the room, an aura of danger surrounding him. His whitish hair shined in the light, his red eyes pausing to glare at anyone he caught staring at him.
His presence seemed to such the air out of the room, making it impossible to breath.
It seemed like every step he took was important, every space he was in was instantly filled, no longer empty and hollow.
A smirk dominated his hansom features, making him seem even more menacing.
He walked with meaning, knowing exactly where he was going, not missing a step. Nothing would deter him from his course, he was determined.
His steps echoed off the walls, letting it be known he was there, though it was impossible to ignore him.
And though his face showed nothing, his eyes conveyed a different story. His was a story of love, loss, tragedy, determination, tears, joy, anger, passion, and loneliness all together. And though no one knew his story except for him, they all seemed to know.
And now, more than ever, his eyes seemed so full of emotion.
And even though he wouldn't let a single tear slip from those beautiful orbs, if you looked deep into them, it looked like he could cry at any moment.
But he walked on, his presence ever lingering in the places he'd been, leaving his mark where he went. Others would soon walk where he walked, and they would know he walked there. He was going to be wonderful. He was going to be powerful. He was going to be awesome.