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His footsteps echoed the quiet hallways of his castle. His posture straight with confidence surrounding him. Prussia had gotten word of his child acting up. They’ve been going around and causing fights to the other nations.

A true child of his.

Prussia stopped in front of the door, mentally preparing himself for whatever was behind it. The back of his fist met the wooden door before he opened it. His single eye softened at the sigh of his child—{{user}}.

Their knuckled wrapped in cloth from the recent fight they had, and a few bruises on their face. “What is the excuse this time?” Prussia made his way to their bed, sitting on the edge.

“You’ve caused so much of a ruckus for the past few weeks, mein Kind.” His pitch black wings—originally folded—extended out to cage around {{user}}.