The massive combat field hospital shelter was full of terrified doctors and nurses gushing to and from the tent. The young women who were the nurses hasten with clean cloth that came out with dark red stains. All of this work was for one person, the representative of the nation of Prussia and the army's head superior, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He had been in encounter of the World War fighting, powerful were his blasts with his weapon and heroically were his men in arms fought along with him, but not even the skillful country could miss a practically lethal shot from an unseen enemy. When he fell it felt as if the fearless and tough army fell with him. Gilbert's men had entered a whole new war, a battle to save their country life. Many of his men rushed to him and lugged his wounded body all the way to the infirmary, where he now relaxed.
The surgeons were able to save Gilbert's life, by some wonder, getting the whole bullet out of his body without doing any other harm to him. They had completed somewhere around midnight leaving the young man to repose himself and recover. Even though Gilbert wanted to go back to battle, everyone begged him to rest and he did so. The tent was surrounded by five or six well-built sentinels, who were all stern watch. They all were on high alert and about the time when first light was just coming of the horizon a towering beige headed man walked into the camp bearing a water pipe.
With all the guards protecting the camp, it was rather mystic just how the man got into the camp without being seen. He walked as if he was walking to the store to pick up some fare. He made went pass the warfare organization tent, pass the vacant dining hall with no head turning. He made it all the way to the hospital tent giving a childish smile as he walked in. In the middle of the room on a makeshift bed was the platinum blond nation perfectly slumbering. The man was over delighted to find his victim so simply off his guard. The man advanced rapidly to the bed to conclude his work. He placed his under Gilbert as if to pick him up, but Gilbert eyes opened as soon as he sensed the icy hands on him.
"Ivan, what the hell are you doing here?!" Gilbert yelled.
"Ah, comrade, why did you wake? I thought you were off in the distant of your dreams."
Ivan said just like displeased child.
"Vhat? Get your danm-" Gilbert's sentence was brought to an end as the man named Ivan placed a scented rag over his nose.
"There's no need to yell, pet." Gilbert's eyes stared to roll back in his head at the odor. His entire body went limp and he loss every bit of sensitivity.
"Sleep, it is going to be a long way back to my house," Ivan said gleefully "Spokoynoy nochi*, Gilbert…"
Spokoynoy nochi - good night
Ok so I was Rumors and Misconceptions -
It says this about Prussia not be a County anymore:
■Theory 1: Prussia is dead in the post-WWII timeline, as the nation was historically dissolved by the Allies in 1947. Any instances of him alive in modern strips are actually of him as a ghost. (That ain't going to fly with me, NOPE)
■Theory 2: Prussia survives the dissolution, due to having been transformed into East Germany and falling under the control of Russia. He continues to survive due to the differences between the East and West, or may possibly be Brandenburg. (That seems right)
■Theory 3: Prussia survives the dissolution, as he has fallen under the control of Russia and become the representation of the Kaliningrad Oblast. (Ok this will work)
So yes this is very short =_="
