A/N: I hope this won't be too confusing. It follows Prussia from child to adult, so it is in order. The sentences may seem... fragmented? If it is confusing or something does not make any sense, let me know. (Please be nice about it too!) And I will fix it! :)
He was a warrior born to fight and conquer. His eyes, which matched the blood of his future enemies, and his unruly white hair frightened the villagers and fellow tribesmen.
He was pronounced a devil. They only wanted to kill him before he could grow any more.
The young albino soon-to-be-kingdom trotted behind the tall, barbaric German through the darkening woods. Germania tried to forget the devil child that was wandering behind him, hands trailing along the branches and wide, ruby eyes shooting around in every direction to take in his surroundings. His son. His disappointment.
Gilbert Beilschmidt understood he was different. He did not understand why he was so different.
"Vati…" The small voice was hesitant and even loud in the quiet, dense woods. "Why do I look so different?"
A curse, Germania pondered instinctually. But aloud, he simply said to the youth, "Because you just are."
There was a small sigh. Disappointment ran heavy between the two, and for two completely separate reasons.
"Child," Germania came to a stop and turned around, kneeling before the younger one. "You must not dwell on the 'why'. What you are here for, is more important to the future of your land and your being."
A rare act of affection. He was his son, after all, and it was not Gilbert's fault he was like this. Germania knew that. Although it was only words, Gilbert accepted the unspoken care and nodded slowly. A larger hand came down softly on his head. It was something of a comfort to the child. The blond adult accepted his son, but he did not know why he should. He was loud, rambunctious, destructive, and fairly rude much of the time.
Gilbert was a creation of the devil, was he not?
And Prussia became a kingdom to be feared…