You would think that it would suck to be Prussia.
After all, he's no longer a country, the girl he loved left him for a musician, everyone tends to hate him, he grew up with everyone fearing him because he was albino, his dad is gone, and as of late his brother is angry at him for eating his best wurst.
But today, walking in the freezing cold, he feels happier than he ever has making mischief with the fellow Bad Touch Trio members, hitting on a girl, hanging out with Mattie, or being just plain awesome. The cold wants to ruin the feeling; using its icy fingers to scrape over his exposed skin. But it can't. Walking without a coat and shoes is one of the best things he has ever done.
An hour ago, he was the bus, heading to the world meeting. Being the awesome country he is, it's hard to believe that he doesn't have a car. He does. It's in the shop this week, and he's pretty mad about it.
"Awesome countries never take the bus to would meetings." He got on anyway. To make matters worse for him, the bus was crowded. So crowded that the only seat he could find was next to some raggedy homeless girl. He sat, and almost gagged, the smell is enough to make one cry. Quickly he scooted over to edge of the seat and put on his earplugs; trying to ignore her. He focused his eyes away, but his curiosity ended up winning out. He glanced over. She was pregnant and without shoes. A simple long-sleeves-T, jeans, and a worn shawl cover her body, but Gilbert knows that it would be useless against the cold. Shamefaced he looked away. She was probably on the bus just to keep warm. He looks in his bag and finds a couple bags of goldfish. Conscious pricking, he turns to her. "Hey, um, you want some? I packed way too much." She looked at him first with anger and then slight surprise. Well, everybody has their pride, and there is nothing wrong with having white hair and red eyes at 20. But then her hunger seems to win out and she nods. Handing her one, he then turns to face the front. Pretty soon, his stop was next. Because they were close to the door, she shivered slightly when it opened.
"Nobody deserves to be out in the cold." He looks at his coat and shoes. "I have more at home, and she needs them more. And it would be totally awesome thing to say at the world meeting. Maybe I could even make a speech out it; get America to finally shut up." He looked over. She was fast asleep; lulled by the movement of the bus, but the shivers continued. Looking to make sure no one he knew was around, he took off his coat, placed it around her shoulders, and put his shoes in front of her feet. And with that he left.
You would think it would suck to be Prussia. But it doesn't.
A/N: This is for my friend who says all of the Prussia stories usually portray him as a jerk. (She didn't use jerk, but I would like to keep this k+ish, k?)
Also, I can't remember if this really happened or not, but I read it somewhere. So I tweaked it a bit, added in the coat, Prussia, and her being asleep and viola! Oh, yeah, and the goldfish. Can't forget the goldfish. :)