(A/N: So there are A LOT of different personalities and ways he looks out there! Like the number is huge! With that said, I am just going by how I think he would be and he looks like the pic above.

Here's a brief summary of his personality:

Since 1p!Prussia is so full of himself and he has an ego the size of Russia, 2p!Prussia has depression and is very insecure about himself. He also doesn't want to be pitied and can be quite nasty toward people he doesn't know. When you get to know him, he is really sweet and fun to hang around.

That's my 2p!Prussia, what do you think?

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It was just about half past nine, so in simple terms, it was 9:30. And of course it was dark, but not pitch black. The stars seemed to gleam in a certain way that was different from any other night which was strange because it was just a normal day. Well...night currently. The constellation Leo hung brightly in the sky (LEO POWAAAH) and it seemed like the perfect night to propose or even go on a date.

For you, none of those things came to be. Instead, some random drunken man stumbled his way into your yard, scaring the living shit out of your white German Shepard, Gilbert and causing your other German Shepard Ludwig to bark and growl like crazy.

You grabbed the nearest weapon which happened to be a frying pan, smiled as you thought of your best friend Eliza, and ran to the front door. You held it above your head in a position as threatening as a frying pan with 'breakfast is eggciting!' printed on it could possibly be.

"Who's out there?! I know karate!" You exclaimed as Gilbert started shaking and clinging to you. You giggled and pet him on the head.

A loud groan was heard and more stumbling.

THWUMP!

The random man had tripped over a rock in the process of his drunk stumbling. You rolled your eyes. "Are you okay?"

Wait, why the hell am I asking a trespasser if he's okay?! Should I be calling the cops?!...but he looks like he needs some serious help...

"Ja.... I'm *hiccup* fine..." He mumbled and tried his best to get his face off the ground. It was a lost cause because he was drunk off his ass.

He sounded German. You tightened your grip on the kitchen pan and ventured out into the yard. Ludwig was at your heels, Gilbert did the same but was a little unsure about the whole situation. Cutie. "Who are you?"

"No o-one... *hiccup* important.." He growled and successfully got off the ground. Although he was standing, the man was swaying more than the Eiffel Tower on a windy day.

"You don't need the attitude. You're the one who quite literally stumbled into my yard." You snapped back.

He glared and dusted himself off. You took this opportunity to get a good look at him. The mysterious figure had deep red eyes and grey hair that was unkept and tied into a messy high ponytail. Gracing his face were scars of all kind and he had an angry looking sneer on his face.

"Shut up..." He held his pounding head and clenched his teeth in pain. You felt bad.

"Do you want some aspirin? Or maybe a glass of water?" You asked, lowering your frying pan. He didn't seem to be dangerous, but he was dressed funny.

"Vhy the...the fuck vould jou...*hiccup* h-help me?!" He stuttered. "J-Just call the police already!"

You narrowed your eyes. "Well I think it's only right if I offer you some help since you obviously need it. Hey what's your name anyway?"

"Gilen. Gilen Beilschmidt..." He muttered. "And I don't vant or need jour help."

You smiled. "Nice to meet you Gilen. I'm _____ _____! Welcome to my home...well, my yard."

Gilen didn't seem to be amused. He simply turned away. ".."

"There is no way I am letting you just wander aimlessly around! At least come inside and use my phone." Most people would let him leave. But not you. Gilen had the look of someone who had been through a lot. He obviously wanted someone to help him deep down even though his tough exterior said otherwise.

He sighed. "Fine. Vhatever. I'll call then I'm leaving."

You smiled. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship~"

"Fuck off..."

-A-R-O-U-N-D-T-H-E-W-O-R-L-D

He just started at the phone in his hands. Who could he possibly call? His brother was always involved with Luciano's plans, he never bothered with him anyway so why would he care? And it's not like anyone else ever cared. He sighed.

You walked up behind him and poked him on the shoulder. "Can't get in touch?" You asked even though you knew exactly what was going on. You've been down that road before and knew every landmark.

He shook the thought out of his head. "Nein. I'll just be leaving then."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "No way. You are staying here until you are sober. It's not safe! Plus it's late!"

"Jou're starting to sound like the mother I never had." He murmured.

You smiled. "I'm not going to say I'm sorry because I know you don't want to hear that bullshit. Just hear me out. You have nowhere to go and I have a guest room with a pullout sofa."

"Vhy the hell are jou so nice?! It's disgusting!" Gilen grabbed on to his head in confusion and pain.

"I'm not sure weather or not to take that as a compliment so...thank you?" You laughed.

He face palmed. "I'm guessing there is no argument here is there?"

You grinned. "Nope~!"

He let out a loud, exasperated sigh. "Fucking fine! I'll stay here but just for tonight!"

You smiled in triumph and hugged him. "I'm so happy!"

"Vhy?"

"Well why not?" You grinned. "Night Gilen~! Seen you in the morning~!" You walked into your room and closed the door.

He grunted and made his way to the guest room. The sheets were green and the room was white. He hated the color green but that would have to do. Gilen took off his shoes and got into bed. He shut the bedside light off and got comfortable.

"Damn _____. This bed is comfortable too. I'm only staying here one night. Just tonight..." He humbled to himself and fell asleep.

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AHH guess who's sick with Strep Throat?! This bitch!

So that means updates hopefully. Hopefully.

I hope you all are having great day/ morning it's morning over here in New England!

XD the second part will be out soon. I just love 2p Prussia and I feel like he doesn't get enough love. Don't you?

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