Prussia was in his royal garden, by the fountain. The water slashes left small dark spots on his uniform from the water. He always says that he prefers to get misted by the water, as it brings him peace… You walked into his garden, wanting to bring him a towel to wipe the water off his skin. Prussia is always so calm, you cannot help but wonder how he does it.

Prussia looks at you, his bright blue eyes almost boring holes into your soul. He accepts the towel from your hand. Prussia: “…… Danke.”