It was a cold February day, a somewhat odd time for Prussia to have a cold climate, but it was what it was. You raced through the snow, calling a name. “______! ______! Where are you?” Your dog, ______, had run off just a half an hour or so before the blizzard had actually hit, and now you were caught in it, and heaven knows were that mischievous little critter had gotten himself into. “______!” You called once more, (color) locks batting in the wind, whipping you in the face until you pulled your scarf to cover your nose, shivering. The wind had drowned out your voice now, and there was nothing else you could do but hope ______ would find his way home. No! I can’t leave him out here like this, he’ll freeze to death! You thought to yourself. “______ darling, where are you? Come home!” And just then, you saw the small form of a canine like figure trotting towards you. “______!” You squealed, running towards him. But as you drew nearer, you noticed the numbers of figures were gradually accumulating, and the small figures had suddenly become fairly large. Instantly, you knew that these weren't dogs.
“Help!” You screamed, stumbling until you fell into the snow, (color) hues wide with fear. You had figured out what those things were, and they weren't something you wanted to be around. They were Arctic Wolves. They didn't come out much, but were infamous for murdering people in Prussia, and were even more known for their sharp teeth and carnivorous appetite. “Help me! Anybody!” You stumbled to your feet, beginning to run, but the snow was sucking at your feet like quick sand and the wind was buffeting your face, blinding you. You could hear their pants now as they were practically on your heels and the sound of excited yips. “Help m-“ But your voice was cut off as a heavy object suddenly pounced onto you, and you screamed bloody murder as you felt something enclose it’s sharp fangs into your shoulder.
You suddenly heard a loud whinny after screaming in pure agony, causing the Arctic Wolves to life their ivory craniums before growling, triangular audits pinning against the crown of their heads. But the horse simply reared, front legs thrashing before stomping before them, causing the canines to scamper away, abandoning their prey as they were chased by something that screeched loudly. Your vision was blurred, but you could just see a form rushing towards you, screaming muffled words until your vision faded.
You woke up to the sound of clanking dishes, blinking open your (color) hues, glancing around from side to side. It was warm, and it took you a few moments to realize where you were. Instantly, you sat up, eyes wide. This place was unfamiliar! “W-Where am I?” You stuttered to yourself, looking out the window; the blizzard was still going on. Oh no! ______! You sat up, beginning to rush to the door until it suddenly opening, ramming into your head. You fell to the floor, dazed until you looked up after rubbing your head, noticing a ivory-haired male with crimson hues, blushing. For a few moments, you were puzzled until looking where he was looking. God damn it, you were topless! A dark blush spread across your cheeks until you screamed before pushing him out the door and closed it.
After you had changed, he had invited you to tea, and since he didn't seem all that bad, you’d obliged to his request. Now, you two sat in awkward silence until he looked at you rather seductively, causing you to cough when you took a sip of tea. “What size are you?” You narrowed your (color) hues, growling. “What?” He sighed, sitting back as he placed his elbow on the arm of the chair he was in, cupping his cheek. “Are you, a 28AA or something?” For a few moments, you were speechless, how rude! There was no way this man could’ve been your savior, but you decided to play his little game. “Oh, please! I’m a D Cup.” You bluffed, waving your hand dismissively. Instantly, he sat up, waltzing towards you before cupping your seemingly-to-none breasts. “Hmmm, no. You’re about a 28AA. I've felt a D Cup’s breasts before, even a triple D, and you’re not that. Are you a boy?” You instantly pushed him away, whipping your hair behind your shoulders. “I am neither male or female. For now, I will remain genderless in front of you.” You replied, crossing your arms across your chest as you crossed your legs. He sighed, rubbing his temples. “If only you were wearing a skirt, it would’ve made things much more easier to find out, but you’re wearing jeans and you don’t wear a bra yet – that is, if you’re female – so I can’t tell.” You couldn’t help but give him a smug look. “Sorry I’m not easy to tell. Anyways, what’s your name? I am ______.” Once again, he sighs. “I can’t believe it, a Unisex name too. This surely doesn’t help me figure out your gender. I am Prussia, but you may call me King.” You flinched, this man, King? As if. “Yuh huh, sure, whatever.” You reply, suddenly realizing how tired you were. “You look tired. Perhaps you should turn in for the night.” Prussia stated, and without a word, you nodded, and headed off to bed. It was too windy and dangerous outside to head back home. Hell, you could barely see an inch in front of your face in that thing!
When you awoke, you noticed that all the lights were off and that it was cold. Instantly, fear gripped your heart and you sat up, silent and shivering, eyes wide as you stared into the darkness before burying your head into your knees until you heard a knock at the door. “______?” It was Prussia. “Are you alright?” He opened the door, a candle in hand as he waltzed towards you. Instantly, you gripped his coat and tugged him onto the bed, holding him tightly. For a few moments, he was shocked until lightly smiling, patting your head. “My, my. How cute.” Urk! Man, was there anything that came out of his mouth that didn’t piss you off? However, he placed the candle down and laid you flat across the bed, leaning on top of you as he placed his hands on both sides of your head, causing you to blink. “Are you afraid of the dark, ______...?” He asked, his crimson hues half-lidded.