Historical-Hetalia

Potsdam, 1756 Gilbert watched the man before him pace the room in rapture. The king's left hand was gripped tight around his cane, his eyes glued on a map of Central Europe and letters from spies detailing intelligence from various foreign courts. He cursed under his breath. "She's still fucking upset about Silesia." He grumbled. Gilbert sat up straight. A wicked grin cut across his face. "Don't you worry about a thing, Fritz! If we were able to kick her ass last time then we'll be able to do it again! You're the best military strategist they've seen! The Austrians must be clutching their pearls knowing they'll be facing off against Prussia

The forest was dark with harsh winds blowing along the rain, making the air colder than it should be. A thunder bolt echoed throughout the forest as footsteps were heard through the mud and dead leaves from moccasin boots. It came from a young girl with straight, long black hair with a feather upon her head. She wore some sort of thick, furry black poncho draped over her clothing made of more animal skin without the fur. Her hair was wet and all over her face, almost covering it, as she tried using her left hand to wipe it from her eyes to see. The young girl's breath was short as she looked left and right until she found a rather large tre