Gilbert was having a fairly nice day. There was hardly anything to bother him that day, so he had gone out for a walk. It was nothing special really, he was just walking down the street when someone stopped him. The strangest thing about the person that stopped him was that he looked like England, but something about the guy distinctly gave off that he wasn't. "Can I help you?"
"You used to be a pirate!" It wasn't a question. This man was fairly confident that the Prussian was once a pirate. Gilbert's brow, however, twitched as the words left the stranger's mouth. Oh, how he loathed this misconception.
"What did you just call me?" His tone was a mixture of anger, annoyance, and frustration.
"You were a pirate, and I have proof." With that, the man pulled out a poorly drawn picture of Gilbert in a pirate hat. Such was followed with a palm meeting the forehead of a snarling face.
"Never- not once! - have I ever been a pirate."
"Yes you were, we used to fight all the time!" So, not only did the not-England look like the real deal, he thought he was the real deal too. Gilbert could only growl and compose himself before he tried to take the stranger's head off.
"Look, during the time England was a pirate, I wasn't even a fucking Kingdom yet; I was still a duchy! I was never a pirate." Letting the guy know this was all the Prussian could do to keep himself from yelling at the guy in a tirade.
"...You were still a pirate!"
"HISTORY DOESN'T FUCKING LIE. SAY IT AGAIN AND I'LL KNOCK YOUR HEAD OFF." He snapped. One could hardly blame him.
"Bollocks...!" And such was what the England wannabe yelled as he ran away. Gilbert sighed, agitated, and kept walking, promising himself a nice beer later.