Restless

I've been bathing for a while now, because having a mud and blood covered body is not what I call being awesome after a battle, so I've made the great effort of bathing, for once. And here I am, in the middle of singing a stupid (and not less vulgar) song from the military while scrubbing the dirt off my skin (which has turned a bit darker than usual) when the bathroom door flies open.

"God, one does knock on the door before entering!"

I tilt my head, only to see the prince standing, more than a bit embarrassed, a few feet away from me.

"… I mean, Milord, it's a pleasure." I think the skin on my face has around the same colour as the bright red on my uniform scattered on the floor.

"I'm sorry, Preuβen, but I heard horrible noises coming from your bathroom, I thought something bad happened."

I know I'm tone-deaf but not to that extent...

"Besides..." He fidgets the hem of his shirt. "I can't sleep so... Could you... Come to my room?"

I immediately begin to have dirty thoughts but I quickly put them aside. After all, many of my bosses, including his father, told me to remove any erotic thought of my mind and focus on real problem, but I think the main problem for a teenager lies in his hormones. This is not sane, really.

"Sure, just let me dress up."

I come to his room. Actually, I never talked too much with him and it seems a bit weird, but nevermind. When I come, he is in his bed and I can't help but thinking he looks cute. I sit on the corner of his huge bed and I send him a glare.

"So... What do you want?

-Do you... Have stories from your battles?"

To what extend was this guy sissy? At his age, one does not listen to stories in order to get sleep. He should have the same human age as me, that is around 17. Yeah, it's beginning to be a bit awkward. Then I remember he was loved neither by his father nor by his mother, and then he has, after all, the right to hear a story once in a while. I answer.

"Sure I do! So you are willing to hear a story from the great hero Prussia?"

I'm used to tell stories, to Ludwig, mainly, but this is different. We almost don't know each other, and Ludwig is still a kid. The guy I'm hitting on is willing to hear from my heroic exploits. After all, I want him to know what's best about me. And then I tell him (without exaggerating so much) my battles with France, Sissy Austria, Hungary, Poland, and I see when he comments that he is a bright young man, actually. He asks me why I didn't used this or that strategy, makes sharp guesses about my relationship with different nations. I wish we could... Deepen our relationship before he marries. For the first time since long ago, I have the feeling I have some kind of true love, the other time was with Hungary when we were younger, but she never loved me back, and loving a nation is different from loving a human. They are so... short-lived.

I wish it wasn't so complicated, that he wasn't my prince, that he was a nation and that he could stand beside me forever. Maybe I shouldn't get attached that much so soon, but there is no time.

There, with his long ashy blond hair, for once not tied or hidden by a wig, his sharp and yet so peaceful blue eyes drew on me in attention, while I watch him draw closer to sleep.

Maybe one day I'll tell him.

Yeah! A second chapter! I really like to write it. There are so few people who read Friedrich x Prussia, so I'd like to spread the love for this pairing across the world (and that's also why I write it in English instead of French, which is... not a really popular language). Spread the love as well !