Due to his eye colour, and the locals being being religious, they thought Gilbert was some sort of relative to the devil. They use to throw their cultery at him when he walked past, set him on fire, they even drowned him once.
(Here's a Prussia's Diary, part of my headcanon)
Dear Diary, (I'm not so awesome..)
The locals set me on fire again...But this time, they tied me up, so I could not move. My whole body is sore, and my hair is shorter..After they realized I couldn't die from fire, they thew me in the water.
I cannot swim...But I also cannot drown...I was just there..struggling for hours...Until Vati came. He looked so angry, and he called me stupid. All this happening...because of my eye colour...
(This all happened before 1309. He was born in 1190)
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Hetalia Headcanons
FanfictionHetalia Headcanons driftng from angst to whatever else emotion. I didn't write some of these lmao © to google.
