That cocky bastard is always smiling. He smiles through his sleep. He smiles when he laughs. He even keeps smiling on the brink of death. It angers me. He doesn't exist as a country anymore, yet that smile stays on his face. Call me envious, I want his happiness. I want him to break. To beg. To frown.
I've planned so many ways for these things to happen. Yet somehow they're flawed in a way I can't describe. I should just kill him. Strangle him with my scarf perhaps? Bury him under the snow and let him freeze? I… I couldn't do that to him.
No matter how much I hate this cocky bastard called Prussia, he still brings light into my dark life. No matter how much he hates me. Deep Down there is a part of me that loves him.