ЦАРЬ KAISER - A Race to Conquer (Countryhumans)

Creation

Prussia joined me for the afternoon that day. It was convenient that I got rid of my pesky son and his children before he arrived. Instead of the usual bowing and formal greeting, Prussia shook my hand roughly and didn't engage in any small talk before settling into his main reason of arrival.

"Good day," he said. "I've come to discuss matters of sensitive nature with you concerning my plan. You seem to have many good things to say about it."

"Well it certainly is a distraction to the abysmal boredom," I smiled.

He forced one in return. "Yes, quite." His voice was quiet and hoarse like sandpaper for such an admirable emperor-general. I thought his voice would be louder, at least not as scratchy. Certainly more booming, and less like a chain-smoker.  He'd look better if he had invested in some stilts, too. His height or lack thereof irritated me, but he evidently didn't mind my raised eyebrows and disdain. Instead, he whisked past me and into the shadows as if the sun was poison. I basked in the warm rays before retreating into the palace once more. 

As I closed the heavy doors behind me, Prussia voiced his concerns. "I thought it would be...darker in here."

I shrugged. "Sorry, we don't all live in caves."

"It is too bright. How does your head not split apart?" he muttered, squinting up at the vast windows that brought in the sunshine, bouncing off the gold and white interior. 

"I'd leave the windows, and paint the walls-,"

"Black?" I offered. 

"No. Maybe a muted matte grey," he settled on his answer. "Just grey. Not this gold," he said with scorn. 

"I see the opulence isn't for you," I said lightly. "But I quite enjoy the luxury."

He looked up at me with narrowed eyes. "Does that mean you won't be part of my scheme?"

"If it involves rolling through mud and dirt, I'm not sure," 

He brooded on this. "No, you won't have to. We're civilised after all. War doesn't have to be as messy as a revolution." he glanced up at me.

I cringed. "Don't remind me of that beast."

Prussia smiled. I didn't like his smile at all. His small teeth were dwarfed by pinkish gums that forced themselves between the enamel, creating a horrid orthodontic disaster. It only helped that he seldom smiled. 

"Nasty thing isn't it, a headless creature that wallows in misery. But don't worry, revolution is something I plan not to do. I won't let it be born." he stamped his foot on the ground determinedly. "Where is your study? Do you have one?"

"Naturally," I beckoned him to follow through the wide hall and then to my maze of brightly lit corridors. On many of the walls, I had icons hung, and if you listened close enough, you could hear the high pitched warble of a church singer. Behind me, Prussia was craning his neck to look at all the old paintings.

"Does there have to be singing?" He asked suddenly. We were almost to the study, but he stopped and tapped his foot on the floor. I turned around slowly, my eyebrows lifting automatically. 

"Do you...not like singing?" I said, bemused. Who didn't like singing?

"It's very horrible," he explained. "It sounds like screaming."

I blinked. "Well, you can't hear it anymore. The study has been designed to block out the noise." 

"Hm," he huffed, unconvinced, but nevertheless followed me into the silent room. I gestured to a large oaken table, where he could sit. He took out a sheaf of parchment paper and laid it flat on the surface. On it was a detailed map of Imperial territories and in fresher ink, the new Republics.