It's something that has always been a part of him, even when he was human. He can remember very little memories of his human life but the darkness he's always known was there.

It causes snowstorms that leave children parentless. It causes the death of thousands by hypothermia. It's a part of him that he can't control and it scares him.

He keeps a smile on his face though he can feel it creeping. He jokes around to hide the evil inside. He pulls pranks to convince himself that there is still good in him.

But, he can't help to think, what else do you expect from him? He's the spirit of winter. He's the spirit of cold, dark, and snow. He represents all that destroys. Winter, although beautiful, kills plants and animals and covers them with its beauty. It covers it with white, the color of purity, to hide the horrors underneath it. To hide the death.

Darkness is a part of him that he has come to accept, but wishes to control. As most know, winter is an uncontrollable thing, even by Jack Frost, himself.

The darkness was always there. Haunting him. All the deaths he's caused, ordered or delivered. It's always there, waiting to be unleashed. To make him the best nation he can be, but he doesn't want to let it out.

He's seen the destruction it causes, by himself and by his fellow nations. He's seen nation kill their own people because of the darkness. He's seen six million people die, when his brother snapped.

He keeps a smile on his face, though he's slowly losing his sanity. He jokes around to hide his insecurity. He plays pranks to help keep him remembered.

He's no longer a nation and the darkness likes to use that to its advantage. It tells him things, things to make him snap. It tells him things to make him feel useless. It tells him that he is just a forgotten memory, slowly fading into nothingness. It tells him things to hurt him, to bring the proud nation to his knees in front of the darkness.

He resists but it's always there. The darkness is a part of him that he has accepted but wishes to control. As most know, insanity is an uncontrollable thing, even by Prussia, himself.