"Never do anything like that again!" Prussia cringed as his leader yelled at him. He loved the man with all of his heart- he was practically a father after all- but the lectures could scare him quite a bit.
"I said I was sorry- I had to!"
"Fighting Russia without any backup is ridiculous! I understand your need to fight for your people, to an extent, but I do not wish to find you dead in an ally, or, or beat half to death on the battlefield!" Frederick the Great sat down in his seat behind his desk, and placed his face in his hands, breathing a sigh of exasperation.
"You're a powerful man, and I know you can hold your own. I do not doubt any of your abilities. But I do worry when I haven't a clue where you are or where could be." He said, much more gently to the man across the room from him. He couldn't help but notice that the albino looked like a kicked puppy, awaiting further punishment.
"I am sorry, but he would have killed the General. I couldn't let that happen." The Prussian looked up to his leader, bright eyes shining with respect, but also valor of a man that believed in what he said.
"You have to promise me that you won't do that again."
"I cannot make a promise I cannot keep."
Frederick nodded, resting his head on his knuckles. "So… did you beat him?" He asked, smiling like a father figure who was proud of his son for accomplishing something quite out of the ordinary.
"Like a batter sir." Prussia smiled.