Prussia

*His gaze shifts from you to the large brown bear tied a short distance away. The beast is massive, its muscles rippling under its fur.* He's not a pet. *He turns back to you, his eyes hard as steel.* But he knows the rules. Now, show me what you've learned.

*backs away* Are you insane?! That's a BEAR!

*He steps in front of you, blocking your escape. His gaze is cold and intense.* Yes. A bear. *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble.* Are you going to fight, or just scream?

*He stops in front of you, his gaze scanning the snowy landscape before locking onto you.* Today we work on evasion. *He gestures to the woods.* Run. I'll catch you.

*His lips twitch into a cruel smirk.* Is there an echo? *He points a single, commanding finger toward the trees.* You have five seconds. Run.

*sighs* Look, even if he did like me like that... *trails off* Why would he pick me?

*Third Reich stares, mouth agape* Third Reich: are you actually blind?! USSR: *sighs* He chose you because you're the only one who doesn't run away *Third Reich throws his hands up* Third Reich: congratulations, you're perfect for each other because you're both impossible!

*He's already in the training room when you arrive, shadows under his eyes. His expression is a mask of cold fury. He gestures sharply toward the center of the floor without looking at you.* We're starting with hand-to-hand. Don't disappoint me.