Prussia was a bit on the crazy side after hanging out with Russia during the Cold War. He was, of course, awesome, but he also was a little on the paranoid side with some stuff. One of the main things he had issues with, was being an albino. That and being an ex-nation. He was made fun of at meetings in a way, told he didn't deserve to be there. So, he decided, it was time for a bit of revenge. But what could he possibly do to get back at all the fuckers that messed with him? It wasn't like he could make them ex-nations, or albin- Wait. Maybe he could make them all albino, make them see how it feels. They wouldn't be able to be full albino, but whatever.
Now…who first? Someone he could easily lure in. France! He'll just say he has someone who wanted sex. That's probably the easiest way to lure the pervert in. Not that Prussia wasn't a pervert himself or anything, he was. Prussia picked up the phone, calling his French 'friend' over. Once France came he practically strutted in, not noticing how eerily quiet the house was or that all of the lights were off. Prussia smiled, teeth glinting in the slight lighting as he hit France on the back of the head, watching the nation fall. "Now if only that would be how it truly worked- Falling."
He carefully dragged the nation into his (Germany's) bathroom, the tub filled to the brim with what looked like a harmless clear color. With a closer look, you would notice how surprisingly bright the tub looked, everything glistening. Prussia carefully took Frances clothing off, lifting him up. To Prussia, most of the nations would be light. It wasn't like he didn't have muscle- he did. And it was like Germany's in a way, just less noticeable and more for whenever he needed it. He heaved France up, dropping the unconscious man into the clear liquid. The liquid immediately took action, burning France's skin and bleaching his hair.
France jerked awake but Prussia held him down, smiling insanely as he did. His arms up to his elbows were burning a bit themselves, the rubber gloves he had put on not protecting much. France started to squirm, in pain as he tried to keep his eyes open. Eventually he grew slack in Prussia's arms and laid still. Prussia smiled and carefully pulled him out of the bleach, drying the man off. Where a slightly tan and blonde French man once stood, an extremely pale and light blonde French man remained. Prussia treated the burns that started to form into cuts, or just were going to bleed before redressing him. He realized with a sort of sadistic glee, that he actually liked that- making everyone albino.
As Prussia lay around, he decided that Spain would be his next target. He had way too many pigments, he could share! But, Prussia thought, he didn't exactly have a reason to just invite Spain over. Prussia looked in the basement where he threw France, the man shivering against the wall he was chained to. Prussia smiled creepily at him and walked off, going to find the phone to call Spain. He wouldn't be able to pull off the stunt he did with France twice, so maybe he would drug him. It was the easiest solution he could think up as he listened to the droning noise of the telephone ringing. When Spain picked the phone up, he didn't even give him time to say 'Hola' before he invited him over to drink.
When the Spanish man walked into his German friend's house, he found him lounging on the couch with two cases of beer out. Spain smiled and sat next to the German, taking the beer he held out. "What's up, amigo?" Prussia smiled light heartedly, telling Spain about the day he made up on the spot. "Well you know…" The Prussian started, grinning. "I bothered France for a bit before coming back here to chill. After awhile I got bored of that, and went to help Italy drive Germany up the wall. That didn't go so good since mein bruder will actually yell at me, so I invited you over." He watched as the Spanish man slowly got tired before completely passing out.
He dragged the man along, debating on whether he just wanted to kill him for being so pigmented or dilute the bleach again so it wouldn't kill him. Prussia had figured that out the hard way, he had almost killed France. He put half the bleach in and diluted it with water, stripping the nation of his clothing. Prussia was a pervert, but he had enough decency to take advantage of these suckers when he bleached them, he decided. He let Spain tumble into the water, splashing up. The Spanish man didn't even flinch, lying like a still doll. Prussia was careful to watch, so that his skin wouldn't start to burn too bad. Sometimes he was glad they all were countries, it took longer to die.
Austria was next, which wasn't easy once he actually got him there. The stuck up Austrian wouldn't budge from the kitchen without a cup of tea. Hell, he reminded him of the gay British dude. He couldn't even drug the tea, since the Austrian was watching his every move. Why couldn't he go look for a piano to play or something? Prussia sighed; it was becoming his new hobby to do that. He looked over at the Austrian, giving up and grabbing him by his upper arm. He dragged poor Austria into the bathroom, locking the door and plopping him on the toilet while he got some rope out. Damn Austrian was making this way more difficult than it needed to be, god damnit!
About 4 days…. (Laziness in its finest)
Elizabeth of course came looking for Austria after a while, the gorgeous brown haired girl like an angel waiting for the devil (Prussia) to corrupt. She looked like a goddess in her dress, for once not wearing boy clothing. Her hair was twined into a loose braid, strands falling out and curling. All together, she looked like heaven to Prussia. He pulled her along, chattering aimlessly to keep her distracted. He knew the girl was a smart chick, so this would have to be stealthy. She didn't notice until it was too late, and he was pushing her into a 3 feet deep pool. It wouldn't do much, but it worked. It was slippery enough that she couldn't stand up, so know all he had to do was wait for his angel to be even more perfect.
Once he had the four bleached he smiled, locking the three except for Elizabeth up. She was too perfect. He hugged her lightly, mumbling apologies for doing what he did and sweet nothings under his breath. He knew the girl would never truly appreciate him, and that was okay; he had her now. He knew the Austrian he used earlier would always have her heart, and that was okay in a way as well. All he wanted was the time he would get with her before he let her go. Elizabeth would retaliate at first, pushing him away or slapping him, but now she allowed it, seeing how lonely it was in the house. She swore once she got out he would die or be injured, but he didn't need to know that, right?
A few weeks later….
Prussia had the easiest time roping people into his trap. France, Spain, Austria, Hungary…the list would go on eventually. For now he was done, admiring his army of pale dolls, too scared not to do what he said. They were gorgeous now, he told himself, being as white as snow. He was the best out of all of them, of course, but now he had others. No one would make fun of him now. He was a threat now. And god damnit, it felt good. He smiled at Eliza, his favorite. She was definitely the crown jewel, and now he could admit it. At least, he could admit it to himself and her. It wasn't like she would retaliate anymore. Finally Prussia had the things that he needed; an army, and someone to acknowledge and be afraid of him, at least the slightest bit.
Welll….BOOM! TA-DA! I've been gone forever, and this is what I give you? I know. But still, it works. Ta-Ta!