Your POV:
Folding your arms you sat in the corner of your jail cell poking the wall in boredom. "I'm not scared." You said to yourself as you played with the hem of your dress. Why hadn't you listened to Hans when he told you that it was time to go. No, you had to finish writing down your copy. Groaning you rested your head on the wall next to you; this was not an ideal situation. You had a meeting to go to the next morning!
Hearing steps sound down the hall you suddenly remembered the information in your dress. Taking the paper out you quickly stuffed it in your mouth and began to chew. Trying not to gag as you ate the paper began to think of how to get out of this situation. As the footsteps got louder you began chewing furiously in an attempt to swallow. You looked up in panic as shadows came into view. Just swallow already! You reprimanded yourself. Too late.
Gulping the paper down quickly you smiled as the white haired man came into view. Staying where you were you looked away as the lock clicked and he walked in to the room closing the door behind him, and passing the keys to the guard on the other side. You internally cursed at you bad luck, why couldn't he have kept it?
"Well, well it is nice to officially meet y/f/n." He said looking down at you as if you were a child, which was absurd he wasn't much older than you.
"Why does everyone result to those same cliche lines?" You asked in annoyance.
"Because they work." He said sitting down at the table. "Please take a seat." He spoke motioning for you to get up. Choosing to ignore him you sassed, "I think I already am seated."
You tried not to giggle as he narrowed his eyes. He was clearly not amused. "Sit in the chair." He said pointing to the chair this time.
Smiling you stood up and brushed out your dress. "Thank you for specifying. It's greatly appreciated." Taking the seat across from him you looked at him and mimicked his expression of annoyance.
"Let's get started, shall we? I have things to do, people to see, I would love to make this quick." You smiled fluttering your eyelashes.
"You are quite confident, Fraulein." He said sitting back in his chair, unfazed by your attempt to daze him. "I know that you are apart of the resistance. You will tell us everything."
Gritting your teeth you looked at the white haired man as he continued to outline his demands. "You are such a pain in the rear." Your eyes widened as you realized what you had just said, not that you particularly cared.
Standing up he narrowed his eyes as his little yellow bird fluttered around your head. "What kind of madness is this?" You questioned resting your chin on your hands. Sitting back in your seat you noticed that he had bent down to your level.
"You are not awesome, and you will tell me all you know." Smiling at the blush that was betraying you, he smirked, "you're not as invincible as you think."
Clenching your fists to curb the temptation to sock him in the face you turned to face him. "In your dreams sweetheart."
Stepping back he looked at you as if here were making a decision. "Very well, have it your way. I do love my dreams, Mädchen."
Calling out to the guard he turned to you, "I'll speak with you later." Staring back at him you clenched your fists tighter and smiled sweetly as he exited the cell. After the steps retreated you slouched in your seat. "Why did I not listen to Hans?"
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A/N: If you're still reading this you deserve a treat! Seriously, though, you guys are great! I hope you're liking this, and I'm trying to keep Prussia in character. Don't worry, Germany is coming into play soon. Thanks!!! Don't forget to comment or vote!
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FanfictionThere is one who has escaped me many times. There is no love awaiting him, no land to call home, that is gone. He does not live for himself. Gilbert Beilschmid, lives for family. He lives for hope.