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Sonata Nummer 9 pt1 "Gilbert...Gilbert, my beloved kingdom, look at me."Sonata Nummer 9 pt13 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The kingdom of Prussia raised his head, his sorrowful red eyes resting on the old man who was his most beloved king. Friedrich the Second of Prussia was watching him, his blue eyes shining with gentle adoration, his weathered, worn-out features softening as he looked upon his most beloved comrade and subject, his homeland.
The old king was dying. He knew it, the court knew it, his family knew it, and Prussia knew it too. Even if he didn't want to believe it. To him, the years with Friedrich had seemed like days, a fleeting moment in his eyes.
New tears rose up in those blood-red orbs. N
Sonata Nummer 9 pt2What had he done?Sonata Nummer 9 pt23 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Friedrich's blue eyes swept the devastated landscape. All around him lay Prussian soldiers. Dead, Prussian soldiers. His splendid army had lost, some of his people had even fled, and Austria had carried away this victory.
The great king made his way into the medical tent, where the wounded were being tended to. He made his way through all the misery and pain around him. It was all his fault. Friedrich remained stoic though. His soldiers needed a resolute standpoint from him now. If he showed weakness, they would abandon all hope.
Soon, he had reached a small, curtained off portion of tent. He knew who lay beyond the thin
Bad RomanceLudwig knew this was wrong. Somehow, it was so wrong, it was right.Bad Romance3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It blew his normally logical mind to feel this strongly about something that he would discard the prized German logic.
And for what?
Well, the better question was for whom.
His brother. His own, older brother. True, as a personification of a nation, no one was related by blood to him, since every nation was shaped by the ideology and mindset of its people. But Prussia was the closest to the German Empire, now known as Germany.
Prussia had been there since the Holy Roman Empire fell to pieces.
Prussia had watched over the formation of the German Empire, and through hi
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"APH" I Remember... I Remember"APH" I Remember...4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(As Usual I own nothing but the Story)
I’ll never forget the day he kneeled before me and kissed my hand, this young idiot who tried to run away from me not so long ago, kneeled before me and kissed my hand. He smiled then, the king looked up at me and smiled and surprisingly enough I smiled back. His blue eyes lit up like torches in battle then, with a passion for me and only me and let’s face it; I’ve always been a selfish bastard.
I could never forget the way he played his flute in his study. I watched from the doorway, hidden of c
I looked for the truth.2 years ago in Cosplay
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APH FritzXPrussia Aug-17-1786Series: Axis Powers Hetalia (which belongs to Hidekaz Himaryua)APH FritzXPrussia Aug-17-17864 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairings: Old Fritz (Frederick II) x Prussia
Warnings: Character death (it's canon though, in the manga and history). Pretty slight boy(/man)love, but you should see that from the title, and angst. It's short too. My first time writing these two, but I did my best! Prussia might be a bit OOC but this is not a very usual situation, so...I don't really know, you tell me!
Summary: The last night before Fritz's death. I wrote this as accurately as possible, from what I read from Wikipedia: "Frederick died in an armchair in his study in the palace of Sanssouci on 17 August 1786." H
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Valentines Gift For YouFACE123Ludwig frowned at the papers in front of him, giving a frustrated sigh. So much to do, so much to do! In fact, there was so much he 'had' to do, that he had completely forgot what day it was.Valentines Gift For YouFACE1233 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"West! Open the door!" Sighing again, the German's fingers twitched at his brother's overly loud knock.
"Go away, Gilbert. I have work to do." His reply was a forced calm, and anger had begun to boil below the surface. After a few moments of silence, he grunted and turned back to the work, pencil being picked back up. The peace lasted for about…Five seconds.
With a strong crash, the door smacked open as the albino forced the wood open with an unn
Why-Germancest- Ludwig himself didn't understand why they did this. They were brothers, true. But they never really cared. It happened first when Gilbert was reduced to a German state. Brief kisses led to sexual actions, simple enough for nations. Then in World War Two, the two had to be one country. Ludwig, crazed by the insanity of his people, decided to be one with Gilbert. It was rather forceful at first, but Gilbert was reluctantly compliant.Why-Germancest-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And now, here they are, years after the Berlin Wall, kissing each other. Ludwig gently pressed the older man to the bed.
Maybe it was
For CheelberryFor Cheelberry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fairs and amusement parks really weren't Ludwig's thing. There were too many people, they were always filthy, and he got motion sick pretty easily, so half the rides his brother wanted to go on always made him want to get sick. He didn't know how the albino got him to go every year to the annual carnival that came to Berlin, but it was another year and Gilbert was once again dragging him through the temporary ticket booth with a grin on his face the Cheshire cat would have been jealous of.
"C'mon, Lutz," Gilbert groaned as he tugged on the taller man's hand. "We gotta move quickly if we wanna get in front of all those little snot-nosed brats
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