so... I rp with my friend and we both love Prucan. So... Here ya go

Guakojak had fudged up. Again. It wasn't his fault. Stuff...just happened, and it was not always fun. Éåor was really ticked this time. He should just retreat and visit amongst the mortals in the realm below. They usually treated him decently and his powers always worked for them or in regards to them. There were a few instances where this had not been the case and he rightfully had been able to make everything go wrong for those impolite few before they apologize, but they would never get anything they wanted ever again.

Guakojak wished that he could just do things right and not mess up. But he couldn't help himself. If he saw toys or candy his child form would appear and immediately snatch the items. He also liked beer and chud, but that was by far less likely to cause a transformation. Maybe he shouldn't disguise his form then. While not everyone was used to his silver hair and blood red eyes, he was more accepted among the mortals because in addition to granting good fortune, he also was a protector and bringer of fertility.

Suddenly the entire Heavens shook with the force of Éåor's Thunder. Yes...maybe he should leave. That sounded like fun. Much more preferable than being flayed alive and roasted by his Brother's lightning. With that thought in mind he ran off taking only his white Cape, magic flute and straw hat.

Hukosomma was helping her mother cook dinner while her twin brother hunted for tomorrow's meal and his wife cared for their child. She hummed a soft tune to herself as she added the meat to the stew when she heard a loud clap of thunder nearby. Peering out she saw dark, furious clouds building into a massive storm near the woods where Naato'eshu was hunting.

"What are you staring at child?" Her mother asked as she followed her daughter over to the window. "Oh my... You should probably go and retrieve you brother before he does something foolish." Hukosomma nodded as she reached for her fur cloak and shoes.

"Yes mother." She opened the door and ran out into the rain. Her wide purple eyes searching the fields surrounding her in hopes that her brother had had sense enough to head home at the first sign of trouble. She did not see her twin, but she did find a white haired child lying down in the middle of road. Hukosomma looked about for any sign of the boy's parents, but they were the only two about.

"No time." She said out loud and pulled the child into her arms. His light body was clad in red and black, a straw hat had fallen off his head, only saved by a string across his torso. A long flute clenched tight in one hand and a small doll made of grass in his other. When Hukosomma stood, the child snuggled closer to her. She cooed before she continued running towards the trees.

"Naato'eshu! Naato'eshu!" She called, wandering deeper into the trees. "Naato'eshu! We must go home!" She didn't notice when appeared right next to her.

"Huko." Using the nickname that he had given her. She rolled her eyes.

"Brother, there is a storm coming. We must return home. He nodded before noticing the kid.

"Who's the squirt?" He asked.

"No idea brother, but he was alone in the road, everyone needs to hurry home for shelter and I would not prefer having to explain to Masaoba my actions were he to die." Naato'eshu nodded expecting her answer.

"Then let us return. I have missed Komiki'eleg and our child dearly." The two slowly made their way to the two-room hut they lived in.

"And when Guakojak awoke, he played on his flute causing the plants to grow, pushing the water away from the people. The anger of Éåor could not be assued, and in his rage, he fell upon Guakojak and killed him. And that is the story of how Guakojak saved the world and rebuilt it from Éåor's destructive wrath." The teacher set down her book of legends to see a small head of Silver with a raised hand. "Yes Gillen?" The child lowered his arm as he spoke.

"What happened to the young woman who saved him?" The teacher laughed.

"She carried him home to her house to nurse him until he awoke and saved the world." Gillen pouted.

"But they loved each other!" He insisted.

"Oh Gillen... They didn't even know each other before he was killed. Please hush now while I teach you children about the invasion of the Russo-turkese. Gillen stewed in his frustrated anger. After class his best friend Meredith ran up to him.

"Gillen? Are you ok?" She asked. He nodded.

"I just know that they were together!" He insisted. Meredith agreed solemnly.

"I believe you." He perked up at that.

"Really?"

"Yes. I don't know why, but I feel like they were deeply in love." Then she shrugged. "But we should get home soon. We don't want to break the Tzartaneror's curfew. Gillen groaned.

"Someday I'll raise an army and then we'll defeat the Ruddy-trashcanese!" Meredith laughed.

"Maybe, but then we wouldn't be friends anymore because you'll be way too busy for me!" Gillen blushed and shook his head.

"No I won't!" He protested. "I'm so awesome that I'll never let my wife go lonely!" He announced grandly.

So... As me and my friend were Rping, I thought that maybe we could do an reincarnation deal. And from there I looked up trickster gods. The ones that I found that fit Prussia the best personality wise were Eleguá. A god of fortunes, crossroads and protection. He is from the Santeriá religion and wears red and black clothes a hankerchief covering his head or a straw hat. He appears as an old man or a young boy and his offerings include toys, candy, grain alcohol, and child (or chewing tobacco)

Kokopelli, from the Hopi people. He is probably most recognizable as the shape of a man curved over his flute with feathers. Actually, those grow from his head and his back is crooked. When he plays on his flute... Ahem... Fertile things happen. For example, one night, Kokopelli rested by a village one spring night and played his flute. The village people danced and dance all night long. In the morning it was discovered that all the women in the village were pregnant. So... Erm... Yeah...

And finally Wisakedjak. Or Whiskey Jack from the Cree people.

Guakojak is a combination of all three. Canada's original name I had to really search for. In Santeriá Eleguá's opposite figure is Eshú. Sometimes Kokopelli is depicted as traveling with kokopelmimi. And no matter what how hard I searched. I couldn't find a single reference to Wisakedjak's wife. So I just snagged a rand on name of a moon goddess because Wisakedjak was credited with creating the moon. The Blackfoot goddess Ko'komiki'somma. Her husband's name was Naato'si. As for Masaoba I couldn't find a single reference for a God for the Underworld for the Cree people. So it's just Masauwu the Hopi spirit of death. In Santeriá Omo oba was created as the first person, but he soon grew too proud and so he was cast into the underworld.

Hukosomma is Canada. Naato'eshu is America. And his wife Komiki'eleg is just a random person. I did have fun researching the deities though. Also... No hate for Russians, Turks, or Chinese. I just felt that the first two would have been frequent enemies of Prussia in ths past. I am both lazy and Anal. So... I don't think that the Chiness were enemies of Prussia. Ever. But Three and multiples of three were sacred to Eleguá. So... I just figured that since everything else fell into place on the three count, why not and wrote the first thing that came to mind. Please let me know what you think and if I got anything wrong. I have no first or even second hand knowledge of these cultures and their beliefs. But they're really cool and I would hate to offend anyone. So if I missed something, please let me know?

Thanks for reading.