. . . are you trying to insult me here.

. . . so it's not me.

[now who do I know who instills these feelings--I STILL DISTINCTLY REMEMBER THOSE FEELS FROM BACK IN CAMP]

--Zexion?

[yep. bingo.







... sneeeeerks.]

He's someone it takes a while to get used to.

Reacting the way you are is just leaving yourself wiiiiiide open for him to poke at the chinks in your armor.

Just speaking from experience.

Don't set Zexion on fire. You'll find yourself in a dangerous place.

... and yes, that is a threat. He is important to me and I won't allow you threatening him. Nor will anyone who lives here.

I'm serious.

[deadly, even]

There are worse people out there. If you're just annoyed at him, feel free to smack him. But fire is out.

Like I said, I won't tolerate even idle threats when it comes to him.

[snorts]

If it weren't for Zexion, I would have disappeared and died centuries ago. He took a fading country who was fighting a losing battle and gave him a chance to have something again. He went through hell at that amnesia cave place to give me that chance before I was lost to darkness. So my loyalty to him goes a bit further than that.

Prussia. Formerly the Kingdom of Prussia, part of the German Empire back on Earth. Later known as East Germany after a war that wiped Prussia off the map through some shitty scapegoating legislation. After the two Germanies united about forty years after, the land and the people went to my brother, Germany--West.

All that is left of me on Earth would have been people descended from the people born within my borders, Prussia or East German only in lineage, not in upbringing or ideals. Enough generations gone by, and there would be no more record of Prussians or East Germans, just words on pages or stupid, shitty ways to draw in tourists in other countries by painting me the villain consistently.

[waves a hand]

That was all centuries ago for me. As I said, Zexion wanted to give me more than that. And he wanted to give his own people a home. So, that's what I became. For a good long time.

[SIGH. ignorant non-Earthlings.

waves hand again]

Nevermind all that.

Yes, I was a country. Yes, I was a world. Yes, I have a very precarious existence in this place all over again. I'm used to it.

Basically imagine if the countries of your world had a form.

[gestures to himself]

A voice, a body--their own person but still ruled by their people, their bosses' decisions. That is what I am. I'm not human, I just look it. But I'm still a person, too. I got my own thoughts and ideas, even if I'm effect by those I call mine.

Flesh and bone here.

Lost an eye before, so yeah. Not a spirit.

[PREENING. all the preening since he can tell he's done befuddled a person :'D]

Ya can't really tell me apart from any other person. Unless you're one of those sensing psychic types. And even then, I'm miniscule compared to what I used to be. Like I said, my territory's Pi-Lambda. My people are very few here.

So yeah. Precarious existence.

But don't take that to mean I'm weak. I've kicked more ass when building myself up than any other times in my long life.