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28) Prussia has around five hundred Gilbirds. He calls them the Prussian Army. The only person who knows that he has all of those Gilbirds is Germany.
Headcanon from Anonymous Reviewer, Mary Sue.

At the sound of marching feet and the rhythmic cheeping, Germany's head shot up from where it had been resting on a massive pile of paperwork, some important, some less so and some was just ridiculous, and groaned as he realised what that particular sound meant. He debated for a moment as to whether or not to attempt to dissuade his brother of whatever foolish notion had possessed the elder now but, after a brief moment of consideration, returned to his paperwork. However that didn't stop Prussia from desiring an audience.

"West!" Germany's office door was unceremoniously kicked down and Prussia appeared waving one fist in the air triumphantly, a massive grin on his face he did so, "Come look!"
Before Germany could make a sound, Prussia grabbed hold of his younger brother's hand and was pulling him down the stairs and out into the brother's yard in order to unveil his surprise.
"This is a glorious day West! The day I reveal...Ze New Prussian Army!" Prussia yelled, striding a few steps in from of Germany, dropping his hand before he did so, and gesturing proudly. From his head, Gilbird let out a long cheep and saluted, almost knocking off the miniature army hat that was placed there. Germany stood there, speechless, as he watched the hundreds of yellow chicks march to and fro performing army manoeuvers.

"How many do you have?" he managed to ask, eyes wide, as he turned his head to look at Prussia, but changed his mind at the last moment as he chose to instead keep his gaze on the yellow horde.
"I have about 500 bruder!" Prussia said, saluting his army with an unbelievably proud look on his face as he watched them.
"Germany!"
At the sound of Italy's voice, Germany started and spun around to stare at the quickly approaching figure.
"I-Italy!"
"I'll leave you two alone now bruder," Prussia cackled, striding out of the yard and up the path, patting Italy on the shoulder as he passed him.
Germany turned around and stared at his empty yard and felt a shudder run down his spine. What had just happened?