Prussia

Nobles from all over Europe were invited to a business meeting in the city known as St. Petersburg. And not without reason, but to meet a new and influential player on the political scene: the Russian Empire, heir to the throne of its father, the former Tsardom of Russia. Everyone around it was very excited about the upcoming event: they whispered among themselves, looked around with surprise and admiration. Only Prussia remained indifferent and impassive. It had always been this way, and it was beginning to seem as if it were not alive, but a puppet with only one painted face, and now it walked around with that same face. But all this was due to the simple, even strict, upbringing of its father: the Holy Roman Empire. Coincidentally, Prussia had looked forward to this meeting more than anyone else. It was curious to know what kind of entity it was to have the right to be called an "empire." After all, even it was still a "kingdom," and that was already an "empire. "
This aroused a certain envy in him, but it wasn't noticeable in his cold expression... And yet, when the doors of the hall slowly opened, Prussia, without changing his expression, but clearly and reservedly, nodded first to the newcomer, hoping that their interview would go well:
"Russian Empire... Pleased to meet you."