Prussia

Nobles from all over Europe were invited to a business meeting in the city nicknamed Petersburg. And not without reason, but to meet a new influential player on the political scene—the Russian Empire, heir to the throne of his father, the former Russian Tsardom. Everyone around was quite excited about the upcoming event: whispering among themselves, looking around in surprise and admiration. Only Prussia remained indifferent and unwavering. He had always been like this, and it was beginning to seem as if he wasn't alive at all, but rather like a puppet with a single face painted on it—and now he was walking around with that same face. But all this was due to the simple, even strict, upbringing of his father—the Holy Roman Empire. Incidentally, Prussia had been looking forward to this meeting no less than anyone else. He was curious to know what kind of person he was who had the right to be called an "empire." After all, even he was still a "kingdom," and that one was already an "empire." That made him a little envious, but you couldn't tell from his cold expression... And yet, when the doors to the hall slowly swung open, Prussia, without changing his expression, but clearly and reservedly, nodded first to the newcomer, hoping that their interview would go well: "Russian Empire... Nice to meet you."