// I got really more than 20 likes. Its just a short thing I run and hide myself for the villagers or the Acre. It was before I was a Teutonic Order. But a woman took me to her own and she didnt care about my eye color. she taught me Hebrew and English and named me Gil. Everything was fine until the villagers found me in her house. She burned her house for working with the devil. She smiled the whole time as she died and I will never forget her. 1309 (before) I walked around and everyone hated me for my eye color. They wanted my dead but Poland came, took me away to protect me. (I am born in 1190) Vladimir and I shared since 1866 the same royal house and I call him since this day my cousin. My father, Germania adopted me, and my real brothers are Latvia and Lithunania but I think they forgot it already. My father changed my name into Gilbert. He treated me always in a bad way, that I can protect my brother. As my best friend and boss was alive, I spoke only French with him. I speak more languages than other. I played the piano once so perfect, I was better than Austria. But I stopped to play, as he died. I tried to commit suicide, more than the others. The last time as I killed Bavaria, Hesse and the others (they are my brothers). But I killed them to protect my Brother. I hate humans and I cant forgive them. They blamed me for EVERYTHING. I cant forgive them how they erased my name. I have a middle name Frederick but I prefer Fritz. I gave myself this name, when Frederick the Great died, in respect. (Sorry for my grammar. I used for this a few headcanons. But I think it is a perfect way to make a story about Gilbert)
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 10:30:32 +0000
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