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Sonata Nummer 9 pt2What had he done?Ayazani
Friedrich's blue eyes swept the devastated landscape. All around him lay Prussian soldiers. Dead, Prussian soldiers. His splendid army had lost, some of his people had even fled, and Austria had carried away this victory.
The great king made his way into the medical tent, where the wounded were being tended to. He made his way through all the misery and pain around him. It was all his fault. Friedrich remained stoic though. His soldiers needed a resolute standpoint from him now. If he showed weakness, they would abandon all hope.
Soon, he had reached a small, curtained off portion of tent. He knew who lay beyond the thin linen. Already he could feel the pained gasps and sputters of his beloved nation. Quickly, he entered the small section, his eyes widening as he saw just how bad Gilbert looked. Prussia was gasping, coughing up blood; his body seemed drenched in the crimson liquid. The albino was shivering with pain, and any attempts of the medics to relieve his pain
Sonata Nummer 9 pt1"Gilbert...Gilbert, my beloved kingdom, look at me."Ayazani
The kingdom of Prussia raised his head, his sorrowful red eyes resting on the old man who was his most beloved king. Friedrich the Second of Prussia was watching him, his blue eyes shining with gentle adoration, his weathered, worn-out features softening as he looked upon his most beloved comrade and subject, his homeland.
The old king was dying. He knew it, the court knew it, his family knew it, and Prussia knew it too. Even if he didn't want to believe it. To him, the years with Friedrich had seemed like days, a fleeting moment in his eyes.
New tears rose up in those blood-red orbs. No one would believe that this war-hungry nation could cry. But he would. In his very being, he could feel Friedrich's life slip through his fingers like grains of sand. No matter how tightly he grasped at them, the grains went their own way, with no regard for his pain.
Gilbert loved Friedrich. He didn't just love him because the Prussian people loved
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1) Favourite Song?– I had to pick one, so I'll go with Whitney Houston's I Will Always Love You (the birit is also factor).
2) Know any other languages besides English?– Tagalog/Filipino, Spanish, Mandarin (what's left of high school and college lessons), and a smattering of Japanese and Latin. I also understand a bit of Bisaya and Kapampangan.
3) Favorite medium for drawing?– Pencil, paper, and pen; sometimes my tablet device.
5) Do you take any cool sports?– No, but I used to do some basic arnís/eskrima.
6) Do you like ice cream?– JUSKO PO, it runs in the family (as do diabetes and cholesterol problems).
8) How tall are you?– 167 cm/5'6". Yes, I'm smaller than my relatives.