A/N: I will have longer chapters next. Again, if anyone is confused, let me know! :)
"Do not forget who you are."
Words repeated by his father. Words that Prussia would never be able to forget, even if he tried.
"Who am I?"
A question always unanswered. Perhaps he feared the truthful answer. By now, as he was nearing his teenage years, the albino began to realize the answer.
However, admitting it was another thing.
"Vati… Who are you?"
Confused sky blue eyes landed on the young one, holding a bundle of fire wood as he stood in the snow, one foot crossed over the other and cheeks as red as his eyes. "You know me, child."
"No… That is not what I meant." Prussia let out a loud sigh, his breath visible.
"Ah… I see now." Germania nodded thoughtfully. "I represent the tribes of the Germanic people. You are among these people, Gilbert."
His secret question remained mostly unanswered. Nothing could seem to tell him otherwise.
"You are a horrible monster!" Hungary was kneeling on the ground beside Austria. "You know only how to kill. This is why you have no friends."
The devil child scoffed, digging the heel of his boot into Austria's chest. "So that is what I am."
Snow fell softly around the three teenagers, surrounding them in a calm, white haze. A cold breeze blew tousled white hair around a pale, devious face. Why did things always go wrong in winter?
Prussia realized that he had always been a monster. Someone who would kill and conquer. He could just sense it coming, more battles and more lives lost at his hand. The very thought hit him hard.
"Why would you just attack?" The angry brunette demanded as she helped Austria to sit up. "He has done nothing wrong. Nothing to hurt you."
Why. There was that question again. He could not escape that three letter word that everyone felt compelled to ask.
"Why…" Prussia tossed the word around, feeling the letters pass through his pale lips. "What is with that word, that makes everyone feel the need to ask?" His question came out in a mutter under chilled breath, unheard by the other two.
He had to know why. So much questioning that followed that tiny word. Why did everyone claim that it was only him that deserved the title of the "Bad Guy"? No one else wished to take responsibility, so he thought. Of course he would make himself out to be the one not at fault every single time.
Unless it was only a hope.
Because when enough people constantly pronounce that one is the offspring of the devil, it becomes a little too easy to believe.
Answers by this point in the confrontation had become unnecessary, something that would not help either party. But Prussia could not let the thought leave his mind. He knew the answer, or so he thought. To find reason would be ridiculous by this point. He had backed down.
Turned away, Prussia ignored the voices behind him. He tried to tell himself that he was disgusted by their companionship. Only the weak found help.
He was better off alone.