2nd of May, 1792
Dear Diary,
The awesome mighty Prussia is here again! Things have been quite frantic lately. France has been acting very...unusal. He's not himself anymore. It has something to do with his new general. What was his name again...? Bonaparte...First name starts with an N, that much I'm sure about. Anyway, yeah, you should see how submissive France is to that little guy. Although, as much as I hate to say it, I shouldn't really say anything bad about it. I mean, this Bonaparte guy is making France strong. And I mean strong. France is aggravating Austria, which makes me happy and satisfied whenever I think about it. Oh, I know what you're thinking. France is just being his little annoying self and probably smacking Austria on the head a few times. Nein, it's worse, actually. Francy Pants declared WAR on Austria's Habsburg monarchy. It shouldn't really be that alarming on Austria's part, but I think he's STRUGGLING against him. Against FRANCE. Of course, it's not like France is the weakest country out there. There's always Ita-chan and his bro. But really, Austria shouldn't be having any trouble. But whatver. Not my problem, right? Anyway, I
Before Prussia could finish the sentence, there was a knock on the door. He raised a suspicious brow and put the quilt down carefully. It was rather late, and there was a terrible storm outside. The wind howled like a spirit in distress and the rain pounded against the window. Who would be visiting at a dastardly time like this?
As he got up, he grabbed a candle and his sword from his bedside, just in case. He made his way to the front door, very cautiously. Once he got there, he took in a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst of enemies, and swung the door open, pointing his sword at the person on the other side. He immediately put it down once he saw who it was.
The child had only a blanket over himself to protect him from the vicious storm. His deep blue eyes that usually sparkled like saphires in the sunlight looked up wearily at Prussia, its brilliance sucked out by what seemed like depression. His blonde hair was messy and undone, instead of gelled back as it often times was. Prussia stared at the boy, suprised. "H-Holy Rome. What are you doing here?"
Holy Rome looked at Prussia, glad that it was raining. It meant that he wouldn't be able to see his tears. "Prussia...do you mind if I talk to you for a while?"
Prussia nodded and rushed Holy Rome in, away from the cold, harsh storm. He didn't understand why he heard fear and pain in the child's voice, and he wanted to know what he could do to help. He helped him dry off and gave him a warm wool blanket to wrap around himself. He started a fire in the fireplace and sat Holy Rome in front of it, hoping that it would help him.
"What's wrong?" Prussia asked once they finally got comfortable.
Holy Rome avoided Prussia's stare. Instead, he gazed at the fire dancing in its little brick home, a sight that both comforted and frightened him. "It's...France," he finally said. "He's getting a bit out of control. You know about this, right?"
"Of course I do. It's 'cause of his new general."
"Yes, General Napoleon Bonaparte is becoming quite bothersome," Holy Rome said bitterly. Prussia was curious when he heard Holy Rome speak of the general with such distaste. Holy Rome continued, "France is really hurting Austria. Despite your strong feeling of hatred towards him, Austria is a good aquaintance of mine. I don't like seeing him like this. So I was wondering...if you could maybe assist him..."
Prussia laughed harshly. "You want me to help Austria? I don't think so. What has he ever done that's benifited me, hm? Answer me that."
"Please, Prussia." Holy Rome's voice was straight forward. "Push all grudges aside. I don't care if this is about the last war you fought against each other in. I don't care if this is about him wanting Hungary like you do. I want to help Austria. And..." He looked down at his hands, which he barely noticed were trembling, despite the heat the fire was providing. "...I'm scared."
Prussia tilted his head curiously. "Scared? Of what, France?"
Holy Rome laughed sadly. "I know. Me, the Holy Roman Empire, one of the greatest empires that has ever stood, is afraid of a guy who often puts fashion before warfare. But...I've seen him fight Austria recently. That look in his eyes...I've never seen it before in his. But I've seen it in others'. I've seen it in the eyes of many of the enemies I have taken down in the past. It was a look that showed his true intentions...Intentions to destroy..."
He gripped onto the blanket tighter, hoping that it would give him more comfort. Prussia stared at him with sympathy. Was France really getting worse? Was this more serious than he could have ever possibly imagined it to be? He went and gave Holy Rome a tight, reassuring embrace.
"I know I might regret doing this...but I think I might regret this more if I didn't do this," he said with a sigh. "I will fight alongside Austria. Not for him. Not for France. For you. All right?"
Holy Rome looked up at Prussia with hopeful eyes and smiled. "Danke," he thanked in German.
Prussia smiled back. "Bitte."