A random RussiaXPrussia drabble.
Gilbert loved Ivan. Truly, he did. Ever since he had gone to live with him during that time, Gilbert had loved him. True, the Russian had disconcerted (terrified) him at first, but he eventually got over it. Ivan was scary, and he had done some awful things. Even to Gilbert himself. But the albino still found himself loving the man.
He had always been alone. Even raising West, he was alone. West called him a child. Irresponsible. Ridiculous. Gilbert knew how much his awesome personality bothered the overly strict country of Germany. And to be honest, he couldn't really blame him, either. Gilbert was extremely self-centred. When your world centres around one person for hundreds of years, you tend to learn a lot about him. And so, Gilbert knew very well how obnoxious others found him. How positively bothersome he really was.
But Ivan had never seemed to think so. He never admonished Gilbert for saying "awesome" or talking to Gilbird. He never told Gilbert to calm down or to be quiet. All he did was giggle and continue his business. This is truly what drew Gilbert to the man. As long as he was entertained, Ivan had an incredibly accepting, one may even say passive nature.
He let people be as they were as long as they posed no threat or insult to himself. Ivan didn't seem to mind that Katushya cried. Or that Natalia daydreamed. Or that Alfred made a fool of himself. Or even that the Baltics shook. He just allowed them to live their lives as long as they allowed him to live his. Although, there were obviously times when someone did something to make the Great Russia angry, and he never let this go unpunished.
But Gilbert could sense a certain innocence in the murderer- an odd, out of place naivete. One which he found strangely endearing. And yet, even as he admired this, he knew how sick the man could really be when provoked. He had seen it happen more times than he would have liked. He wondered if Ivan truly felt what other people did. Gilbert loved Ivan. But does the monster really love?
I didn't have time to write a chapter of Belgian Chocolate today. I am so sorry! But I have given you this angsty Prussian drabble instead. But review anyway please!