When a Demon Comes Knocking

by mayflowerbel

Pathetic, awkward, kind. Unnatural, freak, mute. People have used those words to describe 2P Prussia ever since he was born. He knows all too well, that if somebody sees you as one thing, and one thing only, it's useless to try being anything else. This is his story. The story of how he became a demon. SECOND RATE: Part One, Prussia. Drabblesque. Crossposted on ao3.

1. all that lies beyond

Most of my early life, I'd had no idea why I (we) was (were) hated so much. I mean, it's not like anybody was in a rush to tell me. And I didn't actually meet any of my fellow Nations for a long, long time. So yeah. Not surprising. I sussed things out myself. Eventually.

When I did get it, it made perfect sense. It's human nature to isolate things they don't like, different things. Seems kind of stupid, but I'm the farthest you can get from human. Maybe I just don't get something about being human. I don't know. I've stopped caring, really.

Humans are what keeps him alive, not me. Otherwise... Well. Let's just say, it would not be pretty. (Not that anything ever is, with someone like me.) Anyway, I need to introduce myself. Gillen Beilschmidt, 2P of Gilbert Beilschmidt, at your service. (We're both Prussia by the way. Using human names is less confusing, see?)

Careful, all that lies beyond this point is bloody and gory. No sunshine, no rainbows, and DEFINITELY no happy ever after's. But...If you really want to know about me, go right ahead. Just don't say I didn't warn you.