Prussia paced nervously in a small room. He was dressed in a simple dark blue button-down dress shirt, black slacks, and a white tie. In his arms he held an acoustic guitar and a small box. He gulped as he looked at the little box, gripping it tighter.
A knock at the door made him look up to see his brother Germany step into the room, a rare smile on his lips. “Bruder, everyone is in the ball room and in place… And, she is on her way.”
His heart sped up when he heard the last part. “Does she suspect anything?”
“According to America, she knows nothing.” The German eyed his older brother knowingly.
“Are you nervous, Gilbert?”
The Prussian brushed off the comment as he placed the small box into his pocket. “Kesesese, me nervous? How awesome that you would think that of me…I am petrified…” Gilbert gripped the guitar in his hands and stared at the wall. “Ludwig, what if she says no? I can’t see my l