Her study was quiet, it was strange to have nothing going on. Being treated like a territory irked her to no end. Sure, she was no longer her own nation, but she still was a nation. Suddenly, the door to her study opened. A tall young man with pale blond hair now stood in the room. Her harsh red eyes met with his violet ones. "What do you want, Russia?" He gave one of his constant smiles, it was impossible to tell if it was genuine. "I'm came to see you, Gilly." Prussia shot up with the mention of her nickname. "You do NOT call me "Gilly" or "Gilberta"." Russia's smile faltered with her outburst. "Then what am I supposed to call you?" Prussia continued her slightly evil glare. "Prussia is how you will address me." She didn't want to deal with Ivan, of all people. He actually seemed concerned, which startled the young woman for a moment. She hadn't seen this side of him in a long time... Prussia mentally smacked herself for thinking back to that time. This wasn't the nation she once knew.

"You're really upset that I'm here, da?" His honest look of worry was unsettling and made it so hard to be mad at him. Prussia forced herself to think back to the end of the war. The part were the Allies gave her away like a spoil of war. Yes, she was nice and infuriated now. "Of course I am! I'm not your underling!" Maybe she got herself a little too mad. Russia quickly left the room, leaving Prussia alone with her thoughts. Don't feel bad, he had it coming. Yet, it hurt a little bit to see him so upset. Get a hold of yourself! Forget about your past, it doesn't matter anymore!