Prussia was a lot of things. Conceited? Maybe. Cheerful? Definitely. Tolerable, sometimes. But Jealous? Never.
Prussia lounged in the shade of an enormous umbrella, planted strategically on the beaches of Spain. The sun was unable to break the shade and hit his delicate skin with its UV rays, and he was sprayed down with sun block just in case. Next to him was Spain himself, tanning easily in the glory of his sun right outside the shade, while France sat on his other side, in the shade, but with no need for sun block.
"Is something the matter, mon ami? You have been quite silent for at least thirty seconds." France asked, fanning himself with a magazine. (Cooking magazine no less.)
"Si, are you okay amigo?" Spain added, sitting up on his forearms to see the albino better.
"Ja- I'm fine. Just thinking." Prussia said, looking at his friends with his red eyes. Of course, they couldn't see it past the heavily tinted sunglasses he wore.
"About what? Whenever you think too much you get gloomy." Spain whined, turning over and grabbing his friend's arm in a friendly hug. "Don't get gloomy!"
"I'm not gloomy! I'm too awesome for gloomy!" Prussia snorted, kneading the sand with his toes and heels. "I just kind of wish I could tan like you. That's all."
Silence for a moment, then a laugh came from Francis.
"And take away the beauty of your almost snow white skin? It is flawless! Why do you wish to change that?!"
"Besides, amigo. White hair would look really funny with a tan." Spain pointed out helpfully. "I mean… imagine Francis with white hair."
"I would look just as magnifique. Just on a different level." Francis huffed. "But oui! Imagine Toni with your beautiful shade of locks! A terrible tragedy!" France feigned shock with a hand over his forehead
Yes, Prussia was never jealous.
(Guys, I relate to Prussia on a personal level here. XD Being Albino is hard)