Im ganzen Vaterland english translationIm ganzen Vaterland english translation2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Im ganzen Vaterland - In the whole fatherland
Now, through the wide gate
the grenadiers move out.
My heart is leaping for joy,
and sets out with them, too.
Since at the grenadiers,
my darling is already there.
There´s noone being as faithful,
in the whole fatherland.
In the whole fatherland!
And noone is as beautiful,
as my Theodor is.
Not even the captain himself,
and not even the major.
My heart is leaping for joy,
marching away with him.
When I hear the trumpets sounding,
of our battalion.
Of our battalion.
At Whitsun, we will celebrate,
then I will be out, darling.
There´s none as happy as you,
in the whole fatherland.
German History Deutsche GeschichteGerman History Deutsche Geschichte2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Die Geschichte der Deutschen - The history of the Germans
5000-4000 BC: Coming from the Caucasus mountains or South Russia, the Indogermanics conquer Europe. Later on they will split up in different tribes: Germanics, Celts, Slavs, Romanics, Greeks, Illyrians, Thracians, Baltics and some more in the middle east. The so called Aryans (old indogermanic for "noble") are also an indogermanic tribe and they conquered the middle east and most of India.
2000 BC: Germanics, Slavs and Celts have still a rather similar culture, they have nearly the same gods, languages and symbols. But soon they will develope own cultures.
1000 BC: The Germanics are now an own folk, they live in South Scandinavia and North Germany. Greek and Roman writers will form the word "Germanen", which was actually the name of a rather small tribe. Ger = spear, Mann = man, the Men with spears.
They have a natural religion and believe in Gods like Odin, Thor, Freia, Baldur, Loki and in mythologic
Cheater. UsUk - Ch6Cheater. UsUk - Ch63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prussia sat up, hung over and, for some reason, extremely pissed off. He stood, holding his head and stumbling towards the wall, using it to prop himself up.
"Ugh never drink again "
"Bruder! France was just on the phone, and he invited you to a party tonight "
"No! No more parties... screw it! Fuck it! It's not happening!" he yelled from his basement, slamming his fist against the wall.
Prussia growled, slowly walking up his staircase into the light- he didn't want to go up too fast, or his headache would just get worse-yes, he's good at dealing with hangovers. He's used to it. As he entered the kitchen at the top of the staircase, his brother, Germany was there, washing dishes and preparing breakfast for Prussia.
"What!? But it's light out!"
" .2:34pm, obviously."
Prussia scratched his head, then his side, then his butt. Cleanly. He dropped himself down at the table, and in front of him was his freshly prepared "breakfast". A bo
Batman Fanfic: WantWantBatman Fanfic: Want2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scarecrow x Riddler Slash
All characters belong to DC comics.
It was an odd word to him. It didn't fall well from his tongue and was uncomfortable passing through his thoughts.
He knew what it meant of course. Want, to desire, to crave, to wish for. His vocabulary was far from limited, wants were simply not something he experienced often. Needs were important, he was required to sleep, it was necessary to eat, and he had to continue his research at all costs. Those were all simply the compulsions of living life.
Wants were frivolous and foolish.
The opposite of fear, and fear was all the Scarecrow cared about.
So Jonathan Crane did not bother himself with such things. Perhaps that was why someone so consumed with want caught his eye.
"For want of a nail, a shoe was lost."
The Nursery rhyme, barely whispered, echoed off the concrete walls like the words of ghosts . The yellow
Cheater. UsUk - Ch3Cheater. UsUk - Ch33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prussia stared at his screen, frozen and disconnected after America's little tantrum.
" .What a fuckhead!" He threw his controller at the wall, got up out of his bean bag and put on a coat. He was going for a walk, to vent of course. Either vent or get drunk off his face...
"PyoPyo!" Gilbird, his pet chick flew onto his head, snuggling into his silver nest of hair.
"Hmm you're right, Gilbird. I can't drink alone. It'll make me look totally un-awesome! HEY, BRUDER. COME DRINK WITH ME." Prussia screamed out from the basement, at the top of his lungs. A light shone from the top of the basement stairs, and the silhouette of his more masculine, mature little brother (as it would be) appeared at the top, holding open the door.
"Prussia Well if you're going to drink, I won't pass it up, I suppose as long as it means you're getting out of the house more. But there are chores for you to-"
"Yeah Yeah! I got it, hurry up already!" Prussia cut Germa
Cheater. UsUk - Ch4Cheater. UsUk - Ch43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
England composed himself, straightening his back and buttoning up his suit. He fixed his tie and picked up his briefcase, a confident smile beamed across his face. His little talk with France had somehow given him new found poise. Holding onto his briefcase tightly, he ran across the pavement, towards America's house. No time to waste, eh? Nobody seemed to take notice of him as he ran through the crowd of busy people in the city; they were too absorbed in their own busy lives.
"I'll do it! I'll say I'm sorry; I'll listen to him and let him explain ! I love America!" he thought to himself, shouting it out in his mind. Nothing could wipe the grin off his face, not even the shitty English weather that kicked in- and, oops, England left his umbrella at work. In a matter of seconds he was drenched, he was surely going to get a cold after this. His clothes were getting heavy, so he just grabbed his coat and threw it off, picking up speed. As he ran, his thick shoes stamped into a deep p
Chp 13 - The PalaceChp 13 - The Palace3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 13 The Palace of Fontainebleau
Life is far easier if one is organised. A rule, a direction is a very simple but magnificent thing. A straight-forward imperative of which there is only one path. If one follows the arrows one cannot get lost. One is always in control of ones mind when one has a straight black line to walk along. One does not need to ponder 'whys' or 'hows' or 'what ifs' if one has a list to follow. What use are questions if they do not possess an answer? Lamentations are the minds way of proclaiming that it is unfulfilled. If one allows ones mind to wander it only brings with it unnecessary feelings and emotions. Emotions are dangerous consuming. Accept the truth as fact and do not ponder, and ones mind will be free of torment.
It is a fact, for instance, that the Palace of Fontainebleau was stripped of all its wealth during the French Revolution. But Napoleon took it upon himself to transform it into a symbol of France's grandeur and wealth. We who
Chp 8 - The KitchenChp 8 - The Kitchen3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eight The Kitchen
Sebastopol was their town. I knew that, of course I did, before we arrived. But as we unloaded our things and lay them on the foreign soil, their soil, I felt it within every inch of the place. And the town was still a town despite everything, the bars had opening and closing hours, the shops sold what they could, but the town hall was now a hospital; that is what they say. I had forgotten already what it meant to live somewhere permanent, somewhere that did not have to be packed away and put up elsewhere, the permanency of the place disturbed me, I think it disturbed us all we loyal travellers, soldiers and defenders of a place we had not seen for months.
Chp 3 -The Other Man's VictoryChp 3 -The Other Man's Victory4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3 The Other Man's Victory
The ground in Crimea was dry and dusty. There was no mud. I immediately took this as a good sign and beamed at Anton as we prepared our tent.
"We are certainly away from France," I beamed. He smirked.
"It really kills me to dash that rare grin," he sighed, his muscular arms straining as he lifted a hammer and slammed it down on a metal peg. "But you wait, in two days time these will be fields of mud."
"The fighting "
"The marching," he nodded. "You can't expect men to tiptoe around a battlefield now, can you?" I had never really even considered what a battlefield looked like. I had seen sketches, in the books Louisa stole from our father's
Cheater. UsUk - Ch5Cheater. UsUk - Ch53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
America rubbed his eyes, staring at his bedroom ceiling, eyes a-blur. He'd been lying there for an hour, too lazy to put his glasses on or get out of bed. Still nude under the blankets too! Probably caught a cold, too He groaned, finally sitting up after his stomach started to hurt, and scratched his head, tangling his fingers in his hair.
"Urgh, my stomach " Too many hamburgers, maybe?
America slumped out of bed, pulling on some pants he left lying on the floor, and pushed his glasses up, blinking a few times to adjust his eyes. Ah, Hamburger hangover. Totally different to what Prussia was probably going through right now, but just as bad. Stretching out his back, and stumbling a few steps forward, he walked out of his cave into the brightly lit kitchen.
"Augh !" quickly running forward, he pulled the blinds closed, only to result in breaking the curtain pole and spraying even more light into the room. Fuck. This morning is really shaping up badly,
Chp 4 - The EmporiumChp 4 - The Emporium4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4 The Emporium
The French were sick of fighting. They had been deluded into believing that they were the greatest nation on earth, and although many still believed it a lot more were ashamed. That man's eventual death turned him into a martyr. France's martyr, oh and how she began to idolise that same man who had led her so disastrously astray. France couldn't afford another war, not in money, or supplies, or young men. But when a figure emerged from the mists draped in the same standard as he, people sat up again. They began to wonder if this man, with his magical blood, could fix France. Maybe he was the one to collect the shards and reform the land that people used to rega
Batfic Riddle Me This, Professor p2Batfic Riddle Me This, Professor p22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Riddle Me This, Professor.
Scarecrow x Riddler
Teacher x Student
Name: Edward Nashton
He answered to it anyway.
There wasn't much in the student file he'd take at face value. This kid was smart, but more importantly he devious. There was no doubt he might have found a way to change things to get what he wanted.
And he seemed to get what he wanted.
According to his records he'd been at Gotham University for three years already, but that was most likely a lie as well. Someone as loud as him would have lit up the staff gossip circles and he would have heard something at some point.
It didn't matter, Jonathan Crane was well versed in reading people, and that included truths.
Edward didn't come to the next class with the same showmanship he brought to the last but he still made sure to answer every question and keep the other students' eyes on him. And again he stayed after the rest of the co-eds had gone on to mor
Chp 9 - The Way StationChp 9 - The Way Station3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Nine The Way Station
When I awoke I was lying in the place I had fallen. The dust had settled and the room was lit dimly by orange light. Marie, Lambert and the others had witnessed my shame and in horror they had fled and left me alone in the crumbling shack. Those were my initial thoughts. Since leaving her I always expect to wake alone. But I wasn't in the kitchen, canvas was all around me and I was laid on something soft. As I pushed myself up sudden nausea stuck me, my limbs ached to move and the outlines of everything around me were hazy and uncertain. Kicking the blanket which covered me I groaned and put my head between my knees.
"You probably shouldn't do that, Russian winter and all " I lifted my head and attempted to focus on the blurred shape moving towards me.
"I'm hot," I said simply, kicking it again with defiance, which caused my head to spin once again. I gripped the ground and moaned.
"Here. Eat this," he held out a plate of indistinguishabl
Emergency PatientStanding at the edge of the O.R counter, hands covered with blood, CR pulled off a glove and turned the knob on the sink. Pulling off the other glove, he rinsed his hands of the red liquid and disposed of the gloves in the specialized waste bin.Emergency Patient3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CR had just finished up a fairly standard procedure for the day, and was getting ready to leave the O.R. He flicked the water off his hands and shut the water off again, drying off his hands.
Not taking a moment to ponder, he made his way out of the O.R and into the hospital hall, hearing the nurses ramble about an emergency that took place downtown.
"How critical was the man's condition?"
"Were there multiple patients?"
"No, just the one."
"When will the paramedics be coming in?"
The topic changed slightly as they noticed his exit.
"Oh, it's the surgeon!"
"But he just finished, he wouldn't take another?"
CR had a feeling that, ready or not, he probably would be taking the patient. He was, after all, now a free emergency trauma surgeon.
Chp 17 - Into the NightChp 17 - Into the Night3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 17 Into the Night
The official outcome of the battle of Balaclava was 'indecisive.' I wasn't sure how a battle could be indecisive. Maybe if nobody had moved and we had just stared at each other across the plains, but I had watched men with hopes and dreams and families fall in the mud before my eyes. Did this mean each of their deaths was indecisive? One thousand two hundred and forty two indecisive little deaths. But I guess men are replaceable. Canrobert sent for three more divisions of infantry from France.
After the battle Anton changed immediately, and not simply because of my yelled words. He woke me up in the night with frequent rushed visits to the lavatory. Then after a few days he didn't get up any more. He lay in bed silently, but when he slept he clutched his stomach and moaned into the night. I spent every spare moment between peeling potatoes dashing to our tent with water. I begged him to go to the hospital wing but he replied gruffly,
OvercastThe sound of a phone ringing broke the silence in the diagnostician's office. The haze-filled room was cluttered with day to week-old foods and littered with various papers and files of all kinds. The table that the doctor had rested his feet on was barely visible under all the junk scattered on it. The room was surely far from presentable, and the smoke lingering around wasn't helping.Overcast3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gabriel Cunningham wasn't a man of organization, and his smoking habit did nothing to help the hopelessly scattered room. How the man was even allowed to smoke in the hospital was beyond the other employees. The doctor was spread out on his worn-down couch, napping as usual. Or, he had been, until the phone so rudely woke him up. Wondering what this irritating and disruptive sound was in his groggy state of being half-awake, he opened his eyes and took a look around.
"Hm...?" He tugged himself up and sluggishly threw his legs over the side of the couch, reaching for his pack of nicotine. He pulle
Fragile - RoyEdDisclaimer: I obviously don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the associated characters. If I did, recent chapter events would not have happenedFragile - RoyEd4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Also, this is dedicated to my besty and love anime4ever1124 because I don't know what I would do without you. <3
It was another beautiful day in Central City. There wasn't a cloud to be seen in the bright blue sky. The sun was shining brightly onto the bustling city. While Colonel Roy Mustang, 29, was stuck in his office, behind his desk, piled to the ceiling with unsigned paperwork.
He was glumly staring out of his window, silently begging the wall to disappear and release him to the freedom that was just beyond his reach. Roy thought about just getting up and walking outside, maybe stretching out for a nap under a shady tree. But that wasn't going to happen. Not with his faithful second lieutenant outside the door. And
Chp 24 - The BallChp 24 - The Ball2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I did not see Her Imperial Majesty again until the evening of the ball. This was fine by me, everyone was so hurried and rushed with work that I didn't have a second to think of her or the 'test' Madame Bonnet has spoken of. However, it was true that I alone was to attend the ball as her valet. Only a small selection of all the serving staff in the palace were chosen to serve at the ball, Benni and I were the only two from our intake who would be present. Upon learning this he came to me with a wide smile.
"I heard, Émile!" He breathed heavily.
"Isn't it great? You get to meet my mother and father. I'm sure they'd love to meet you!" He spread his arms wide, nodding rapidly.
"I am there to serve Her Imperial Majesty," I pressed firmly. "I do not need any distractions." But Benni did not seem to listen and swept away from me laughing,
"They've heard so much about you! You can't say no! You just can't!"
To my surprise I was called to Her Imperial Majesty's dressing roo
Chp 12 - LexieChp 12 - Lexie3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 12 Lexie
Viktor and I had a system. An agreement. He was interested in my life immensely, though I have no idea why. But I didn't like to talk about my own life, it was boring, and it all belonged here, most of all I had already lived it so speaking about it did nothing to further me. And that was all I cared about. I didn't want to look back; I wanted to keep looking forward, beyond the trees that surrounded La Chapelle Faucher. So we agreed. The only way that I would speak about my life to him would be if he in return told me something about his. It was give and take alike. He got what he wanted and my curiosity wa
Chp 2 - The Church on the HillChp 2 - The Church on the Hill4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2 The Church on the Hill
What do people mean when they say, 'sleeps with the fishes'? 'He sleeps with the fishes now.' Sleeps amongst the fishes, surely? I've never seen a fish sleep. They don't even have eyelids; if they do sleep they sleep with their eyes wide open. That's not really sleeping at all, is it? It seems to just be a phrase to make everything sound better than it actually is. Can you imagine that stagnant bed? Fish aren't exactly pleasant; they're slimy, scaly creatures who feed on themselves. Eyes always open. Does it make drowning sound better if someone says 'she sleeps with the fishes'? I can't imagine anything worse. Lungs slowly replacing air with water that water which consumes all, that falls from the sky and mixes with the ground to form mud. The slow loss of consciousness. Why would someone choose to drown? It is a slow release. Is it something to do with fish? 'She sleeps with the fishes'. That is what they would have said. M
Cheater. UsUk - Ch7Cheater. UsUk - Ch73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You you really were cheating " England looked down, clenching his fists. Just how much heartache did he need to bear?
"No, no, Engl-*hic*, er, I wasn't... j-just..." America couldn't speak properly, he knew what he needed to say, he'd known ever since the breakup, but he was just way too smashed to do it! Such bad timing Despite the current situation, drunken Prussia just sat on his bar stool and stared at the floor, rosy cheeks, wet lips, in just a little bit of a daze
England turned his fearsome gaze to Prussia, his fists clenched, fury rising inside of him. That's just it! It's time to release, let go, England's not going to hold his feeling inside any more. The furious Brit walked right up to Prussia, and planted a huge, strong punch right against his face without any hesitation at all.
"England!" America yelled, cringing as Prussia stumbled over and hit the floor.
"So you're to blame for all of my heartache you're the cause, Damnit! Fuck!"
Oh no, tear
Chp 22 - Two MeetingsChp 22 - Two Meetings2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 22 Two Meetings
Although my memories are usually clear, accurate and reliable, I find it difficult to recall my own feelings as I followed Her Imperial Majesty through the halls. I do remember that she had some head start and was remarkably fast even in her large heavy dress, and her hand maidens even more so. So as I turned a corner I managed to only catch a glimpse of them before they vanished again. I forbid myself from running in the palace so I marched constantly forward. But that is all I remember; my actions and what I saw. I have no memory of how I felt, the nervousness, the confusion or even perhaps a degree of delight. When I look back there is a wall before my emotions which I cannot break through. So I shall have to assume that I was calm. Of course she had chosen me; I was the best in our intake and perfect for the role. It all made perfect sense.
When I finally caught up with her, the party had stopped completely; they were gathered in a room wi
Whats with all the Winry hate2I forgot to menchen some stuff in the first one so I decided to make a second one.Whats with all the Winry hate23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is for FullMetal Alchemist Winry, not FullMetal Brotherhood Winry.
WINRY IS A WHORE
A woman who engages in promiscuous sexual intercourse, usually for money; prostitute; harlot; strumpet. To compromise one's principles for personal gain; To accept payment in exchange for sexual relations; A person considered as having compromised principles for personal gain; A person considered sexually promiscuous.
Doesn't hit on Edward in a slutty way, she makes money by making autometal, not by whoring herself out, she loves Edward for who he is, not for personal gain, if Winry wanted personal gain, she would be sleeping with any man in the show. Lust is in fact a whore, she sleeps with men FOR personal gain, and is a bit sexually promiscuos. Roy Mustang likes women ALOT but none of the fans call him a jigalow (male version of a whore), Same with Jean Havoc.
I find it odd that , the ONLY reason fangirls '
B. Want p.2Want part 2B. Want p.22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scarecrow x Riddler Slash
All characters belong to DC comics.
It was a word he was more then familiar with. Want of attention, knowledge, acclamation, it drove his every choice and action, he was well aware of the fact. He didn't consider it a weakness, far from it. It was encouragement and excuse to play out his skills. Whether with word or invention, by achievement, or cheating, it didn't matter.
Edward Nygma got what he wanted.
The world was full of challenges to him and he was determined to take the prize one way or another. Still there was one trophy that alluded him, so far at least. Every time the Bat threw him into the hell hole where lesser idiots came to die he would be reminded. Across the mess hall or in the yards he would watch his target, one of the few bright spots of interest in the darkness. He had not failed to take his claim, no, opportunity had yet