on a spring day
i still don't understand lj cut. D; i'm such a n00b it's not even funny. sighhh.
title: on a spring day
characters/pairing/fandom: axis powers hetalia, germany, america
warning: germany talks like a pansy, america is a few billion short of a complete neuron set, and nato is a bitch. so is ivan, though.
“…keep the Russians out, the Americans in, and the Germans down.” That’s what England’s boss’s friend had said, and even though he commanded their alliance, America wondered exactly what in hell he was doing then.
The weather was beautiful; a favorable factor in the day’s negotiations. People always responded more positively in spring, and today was no exception. The flowers were budding out, and there was none of that icy chill that the season sometimes hid back in the US.
Although, Germany’s stony face certainly did ice the cheerfulness down a bit. “A fine day, Herr Jones,” he murmured, bowing slightly as he led America to a bench situated in the Biergarten.
The two sat down across from each other, the people bustling around in the midday sun ignoring them as if they weren’t two countries about to make a deal (or, perhaps, not make a deal). No stare-off, as usually is traditional, took place, but the tension was still palpable in the air.
“Uh, yeah,” America looked around nervously. Even though the war was ten years over, it still gave him the chills to be around the Germanic nation. “How’s it going?”
“Favorably,” Germany nodded slightly, eyes reminiscent of the Danube waters boring into America. “And you?”
“It’s…good,” never one to circumvent the situation at hand with diplomacy, America clumsily followed up with, “so what do you think about joining us, y’know, at NATO?”
Germany sighed, folding his arms across his chest. “None of your usual facetiousness, I see,” he remarked, lips twitching upwards in (holycrapwasheabouttosmile?) some foreign sign of amusement, “but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. My people are strongly opposed-and the notion of taking up arms once more is quite disagreeable.” You were the one who disarmed us, were the unspoken words.
Wincing, America leaned forward in an attempt to draw more intensity into the situation. “I know, man, but think about it. To us, you’re like the first line of defense-against Russia, y’know? You’re right up against his territory, and if he decides to attack, we need you there,” he persuaded, turning his charismatic face on for all he was worth.
The taller man looked remarkably unimpressed. With a menacing voice that rumbled in his chest, he hissed, “If you may remember, Herr Jones, the territory I am ‘right up against’ is my brother.” America wanted to beat his head against the table-how the hell had he forgotten about Gilbert?
Unfortunately, Germany was not yet finished. “It may seem as an interesting diversion to quarrel with Ivan, but West Germany has no intention of getting into your rivalry. Goodbye, Herr Jones,” he stood up to leave, and desperate, Alfred popped up, vaulted over the table and grasped his arm with the freakish strength only idiocy could bring.
“Wait!” He shouted unnecessarily, eyes flashing.
“I cannot move, Herr Jones. There are no other courses of action I could take,” Germany pointed out stiffly.
I should’ve prepared a speech or something, America reflected humorlessly, but tightened his grip around the other nation. “Your people may not like it, Ludwig, but your bosses seem pretty darn in favor of it.”
“Except for the Sozialdemokratische Partei Deutschlands,” Germany muttered under his breath, but America ignored him in favor of trying to curry his support.
“Dude. I know it’s painful, going up against your brother,” America started, looking at Germany with chilled understanding.
Conceding that yes indeed, America might have an inkling of what that was like, Germany nodded reluctantly and allowed him to continue. “But I’m just saying, if-and just what if-Ivan decided that just the East wasn’t enough? It’s not about Gilbert, that’s just the way Russia is, you know that, don’t you?”
Germany let out a stressed exhale, his body tensing and relaxing at the motion. After a few awkward moments of silence in which Alfred released his vice-like clutch, Ludwig nodded again, seemingly unable to speak. Both of them wouldn’t put hostile takeover past Russia.
“And it would be beneficial for you too, right? Since if there’s a fight, NATO could come in and we could help you,” America continued, seeing the effect of his words on Germany, “well, I would help you the most, seeing as I’m the hero,” he amended quickly.
Finally, finally getting a laugh out of the stoic nation, Germany snorted lightly and replied, “Even though the offer probably does not originate out of your troublesome conscientiousness nature, it would be of a helpful nature in the case of conflict.”
“So you accept?” America asked eagerly. The long words and formal language was getting to him.
Germany bowed his head slightly, acquiescing to what America came for. “We will join this NATO of yours,” he confirmed, “please take care of the proceedings and West Germany shall attend the next meeting.”
Letting out a whoop of delight, Alfred grabbed Ludwig’s arm once again, all social conventions of diplomatic relations thrown aside. “Awesome! Okay then, man, take me around-I wanna see the cities of my new ally when we’re not busy flattening them.”
Oddly enough, Ludwig didn’t protest. “I don’t recall any nation completely flattening any of my cities,” he grumbled, pride still struggling in him, but began to walk with the American by his side. “There are many sights to see in Berlin, which would you prefer to visit first…”
Alfred smiled quietly to himself, wondering if this is why North Italy insisted on bending Germany to his will every time he came over. It really was amusing, watching Ludwig struggle with himself.
“Herr Jones, do try to keep up.”
“Coming!”
historical notes
“…to keep the Russians out, the Americans in, and the Germans down” comes from Lord Ismay, who was an assistant to Churchill. He was the first Secretary-General of NATO.
Biergarten-beer garden. a public place where food and well, alcohol is served.
West Germany was persuaded to join because it would be impossible to resist Soviet movement westward without German manpower. Also, the Social Democratic party and the people were opposed to West Germany joining. Many countries didn’t like the idea of German rearmament too. And yes, West Germany did join in spring-May, of 1955, actually.
Perhaps as a direct result of West Germany joining, the Warsaw Pact was formed. Interestingly enough, the Soviet Union once applied to join NATO-but was turned down.
title: on a spring day
characters/pairing/fandom: axis powers hetalia, germany, america
warning: germany talks like a pansy, america is a few billion short of a complete neuron set, and nato is a bitch. so is ivan, though.
“…keep the Russians out, the Americans in, and the Germans down.” That’s what England’s boss’s friend had said, and even though he commanded their alliance, America wondered exactly what in hell he was doing then.
The weather was beautiful; a favorable factor in the day’s negotiations. People always responded more positively in spring, and today was no exception. The flowers were budding out, and there was none of that icy chill that the season sometimes hid back in the US.
Although, Germany’s stony face certainly did ice the cheerfulness down a bit. “A fine day, Herr Jones,” he murmured, bowing slightly as he led America to a bench situated in the Biergarten.
The two sat down across from each other, the people bustling around in the midday sun ignoring them as if they weren’t two countries about to make a deal (or, perhaps, not make a deal). No stare-off, as usually is traditional, took place, but the tension was still palpable in the air.
“Uh, yeah,” America looked around nervously. Even though the war was ten years over, it still gave him the chills to be around the Germanic nation. “How’s it going?”
“Favorably,” Germany nodded slightly, eyes reminiscent of the Danube waters boring into America. “And you?”
“It’s…good,” never one to circumvent the situation at hand with diplomacy, America clumsily followed up with, “so what do you think about joining us, y’know, at NATO?”
Germany sighed, folding his arms across his chest. “None of your usual facetiousness, I see,” he remarked, lips twitching upwards in (holycrapwasheabouttosmile?) some foreign sign of amusement, “but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. My people are strongly opposed-and the notion of taking up arms once more is quite disagreeable.” You were the one who disarmed us, were the unspoken words.
Wincing, America leaned forward in an attempt to draw more intensity into the situation. “I know, man, but think about it. To us, you’re like the first line of defense-against Russia, y’know? You’re right up against his territory, and if he decides to attack, we need you there,” he persuaded, turning his charismatic face on for all he was worth.
The taller man looked remarkably unimpressed. With a menacing voice that rumbled in his chest, he hissed, “If you may remember, Herr Jones, the territory I am ‘right up against’ is my brother.” America wanted to beat his head against the table-how the hell had he forgotten about Gilbert?
Unfortunately, Germany was not yet finished. “It may seem as an interesting diversion to quarrel with Ivan, but West Germany has no intention of getting into your rivalry. Goodbye, Herr Jones,” he stood up to leave, and desperate, Alfred popped up, vaulted over the table and grasped his arm with the freakish strength only idiocy could bring.
“Wait!” He shouted unnecessarily, eyes flashing.
“I cannot move, Herr Jones. There are no other courses of action I could take,” Germany pointed out stiffly.
I should’ve prepared a speech or something, America reflected humorlessly, but tightened his grip around the other nation. “Your people may not like it, Ludwig, but your bosses seem pretty darn in favor of it.”
“Except for the Sozialdemokratische Partei Deutschlands,” Germany muttered under his breath, but America ignored him in favor of trying to curry his support.
“Dude. I know it’s painful, going up against your brother,” America started, looking at Germany with chilled understanding.
Conceding that yes indeed, America might have an inkling of what that was like, Germany nodded reluctantly and allowed him to continue. “But I’m just saying, if-and just what if-Ivan decided that just the East wasn’t enough? It’s not about Gilbert, that’s just the way Russia is, you know that, don’t you?”
Germany let out a stressed exhale, his body tensing and relaxing at the motion. After a few awkward moments of silence in which Alfred released his vice-like clutch, Ludwig nodded again, seemingly unable to speak. Both of them wouldn’t put hostile takeover past Russia.
“And it would be beneficial for you too, right? Since if there’s a fight, NATO could come in and we could help you,” America continued, seeing the effect of his words on Germany, “well, I would help you the most, seeing as I’m the hero,” he amended quickly.
Finally, finally getting a laugh out of the stoic nation, Germany snorted lightly and replied, “Even though the offer probably does not originate out of your troublesome conscientiousness nature, it would be of a helpful nature in the case of conflict.”
“So you accept?” America asked eagerly. The long words and formal language was getting to him.
Germany bowed his head slightly, acquiescing to what America came for. “We will join this NATO of yours,” he confirmed, “please take care of the proceedings and West Germany shall attend the next meeting.”
Letting out a whoop of delight, Alfred grabbed Ludwig’s arm once again, all social conventions of diplomatic relations thrown aside. “Awesome! Okay then, man, take me around-I wanna see the cities of my new ally when we’re not busy flattening them.”
Oddly enough, Ludwig didn’t protest. “I don’t recall any nation completely flattening any of my cities,” he grumbled, pride still struggling in him, but began to walk with the American by his side. “There are many sights to see in Berlin, which would you prefer to visit first…”
Alfred smiled quietly to himself, wondering if this is why North Italy insisted on bending Germany to his will every time he came over. It really was amusing, watching Ludwig struggle with himself.
“Herr Jones, do try to keep up.”
“Coming!”
historical notes
“…to keep the Russians out, the Americans in, and the Germans down” comes from Lord Ismay, who was an assistant to Churchill. He was the first Secretary-General of NATO.
Biergarten-beer garden. a public place where food and well, alcohol is served.
West Germany was persuaded to join because it would be impossible to resist Soviet movement westward without German manpower. Also, the Social Democratic party and the people were opposed to West Germany joining. Many countries didn’t like the idea of German rearmament too. And yes, West Germany did join in spring-May, of 1955, actually.
Perhaps as a direct result of West Germany joining, the Warsaw Pact was formed. Interestingly enough, the Soviet Union once applied to join NATO-but was turned down.