Hello, I decided to write this just for the fun of it and please forgive me if my english is bad, it's not my first language and I'm trying to improve.
Many months had gone by after the imminent collapse of the Holy Roman Empire and also many months had gone by since he lost the closest father-like figure the albino ever had.
The Kingdom of Prussia, formerly part of the Holy Roman Empire, never thought that the blonde would fall the way he did; with the king of it leaving all to be part of the Austrian Royalty. The mere thought of that brought him a sudden chill and repulse.
However life ha to keep going, meaning that the young man had to be by his own now instead of accompanied by the other blonde who had grown considerably after the 30 years' war, almost reaching him; Prussia could bet that, if given the opportunity, Holy Roman Empire would have surpassed him in height.
From time to time the albino talked to Bavaria and Saxony and, with lesser opportunity, to Salzburg and the others; this was thanks to the constant fights the others were involved against each other, those wars had brought Gilbert's Father figure to his dawn. His best friend Francis had something to be with that as well but the albino mainly blamed it on them.
Not many people knew about the relationship those two had with each other, well, no one knew about it to be honest but that was now irrelevant as much as the blond was long gone.
In the past Holy Roman Empire had been an inspiration for the albino when he was just a kid, it was Holy Roman after all who encouraged him to fight and become stronger and it was Prussia who brought the young man moments of happiness after losing the girl he had loved the most.
It was this relationship that led the two become close to each other, with Prussia being in the role of the son that learns it all from the father while the other German was father-like figure to the boy. Even if Prussia ended up being a mess with all.
But there's something that was about to happen that would eventually bring the happiness back to the white German.
It was 1814 and, much to Prussia's surprise, there was a reunion held by the independent states that he had watched grow distant ¿The reunion's theme? Unification, something that Prussia took as a joke until the men in there started to fight only to win the title of a nation that each one had decided to call Deutschland.
-I'll be the personification! –Bavaria claimed with his heart and rose over Saxony
-No, I'll be that thing! - Said Salzburg followed by the yelling and cursing from the rest of the people in the room.
Prussia looked at them as they struggled to end with themselves…and he frowned so much.
It was that same attitude that had caused the Holy Roman Empire to fall.
Tired of all and sick of hearing them fight, Prussia left without any warning straight to his home – They're just a bunch of brats – Said he as his steps echoed on the empty streets of the capital of his kingdom.
I'll continue this with two conditions: I must have time and, at least there must be someone to like this.
See you later