((This is my baby, Gilbert ‘Clockwork’ Beilschmidt. He’s influenced heavily by Steampunk themes. This account is a Hetalia AU account! Steamtalia, I guess you could call it. Ehe.
PLEASE DO NOT BORROW (read: STEAL) THIS IDEA WITHOUT ASKING. Gilbert is supposed to be the only “doll” in Steamtalia as his counterpart from Hetalia, Prussia, is a “former” nation and therefore it represents how he never quite fits in. 
He gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “running out of time”, as his ‘life’ is dependent on his clock- if it stops, he’ll go into ‘hibernation’ aka he’s technically shut down. Of course, he can always be rewound and reactivated… He just can’t reach the keyhole. It’s in his back, between his shoulderblades. The pattern painted around it (the wings and gears of the Workshop insignia) is relatively sensitive, as is the keyhole itself as his weakest point.
He does NOT represent Prussia. In Steamtalia, there are no national representatives. Mentions of people by title will confuse him and he will have to spend several seconds trying to connect a face to the nation in question.))
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-Model: Humanoid Automaton
-“Age”: 23
-“Gender”: Male
-Height: 166 cm/5 feet 5 inches
-Weight: 50 kg/110 pounds
-Responds to “Gilbert”, “Gil”, “Gillie”, “doll”, “Rabbit” in most languages, “Clockwork”, and “Cogs”.
– The year is currently 1885.
– Resides in Sanssouci, Germany.
Generally regarded as Frederick’s finest automaton doll (Also his first and last… Fritz died after completing me.), I’ve been “adopted” by the old man’s assistant and nephew, Ludwig. (I call him Lutz, kesesesese~ An’ even if we’re not blood related, I practically raised the kid…) I’m awesome! Don’t be afraid to come and talk to me. I promise to be nothing but a proper gentleman– Oh, unless you’re one of those kids who likes to break their toys. Then we’ll be havin’ an issue… Ehe.
Uh, lessee here. I’m what many people call an automaton- meaning, I’m entirely mechanical. There are advantages and disadvantages to this, as I cannot eat, I do not need sleep, and I cannot perform many functions of the human body. Crying, for an example. I can replicate the emotion and the actions, but I do not have tears. My body is comprised of porcelain on the outer shell or skin, for the most part. My inner workings are a combination of silver, brass, and iron. I work much like a ball-jointed doll, yes? But I can move on my own. Unfortunately, I’m not exactly waterproof or rustproof! Yeah… Not to mention my paint chips and stuff. But I can kinda fix m’self up, or Lutz can do it!
I need to be wound up every day before bed with a key. There’s only three copies. One I buried with Fritz… One is around my neck… -points to it- And the last is with Ludwig for safekeeping.
I have to live by the “Rules of Robotics”:
1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
2. A robot must obey the orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.
Although I’ve applied for a defensive action and weapon certification permit, so in certain circumstances I can and /will/ defend myself. Do not think you can simply shove me about!
-the doll stops talking as he notices you’re watching him strangely-
…D-Don’t stare at me like that. -scowls, his hand moving to cover the eyepatch over his right eye- I’m fine. I’m fine… -and yet his eye dims, the light flickering out. The automaton looks away and bites his lip- If you don’t stop starin’ at it I’ll leave. I don’t want to talk about it.
-a bit of a synthetic noise close to a cough and Gilbert sticks his hands in his pockets- Anyway… How may the awesome me be of service?