Mein Prussia, if only you knew the truth, Gilbird thought. He sat on top of his owner's head, who was currently drunk out of his mind with plenty of other nations, and loudly reminiscing about the old days with his favorite boss.

Little did Gilbert know that said boss was sitting right on top of his head, and had been with him for years. Yet, in his form of a small chick, Frederick could not speak any human languages, and therefore couldn't tell Gilbert the truth. Not that he hadn't tried to communicate with his beloved nation.

There was one time where he had tried spelling out "I am Fritz," on Gilbert's laptop, but it was a tad more difficult when one wasn't human any longer. Gilbert had simply laughed and called him a cleverly awesome bird. And while Frederick was pleased to hear that, it hadn't been the result he had truly been wanting. He was doing okay with the concept of being a bird, when in his past life he had been a king (and a damn good one, too!) But at least he still had Gilbert.

And OF COURSE his albino nation wouldn't name a precious pet bird after his favorite boss…he named it after himself, even though the bird WAS his boss. Gilbird- sorry, FRITZ sighed. Gilbert was making a fool of himself again, like usual. At least the next day would be normal, right?

NOPE.