Armistice Day (Prussia, Germany)
Title: Armistice Day
Characters: Prussia, Germany
Warnings: Sad sex
Summary: Vaguely set in the same universe as You could have just told me... Hours before they sign the Armistice, Prussia realizes he can't run interference between Germany and the rest of the world anymore.
Year: 1918
Germany wasn't very old yet during WWI. He first became aware of himself during the mid-nineteenth century, when he moved out of Austria's house and into Prussia's; he had vague, confusing memories from before then, of fighting and conquering and a little girl in a green dress, and even longer ago, of living in a house with someone who looked a lot like France... but he didn't think too much about things like that. For most of them, remembering their history was a difficult and confusing thing, mostly unpleasant. It was considered rather morbid to spend too long dwelling on it, outside of wartime.
In Prussia's house, they changed his name to the North German Federation, and then later, to the German Empire. He had gained more confidence by then; his boss was Prussian and so was much of his army, but his people had started to think of him as theirs, and he to think of them as his. Prussia still handled most of his foreign policy; when his Chinese colony became restive, Prussia was the one who went to help England and Russia sort things out. When Herero and Nama revolted, Prussia was the one who went to put them down. Germany wasn't ignorant of what happened there, but he didn't ask questions.
By the end of World War I, Prussia could no longer defend him from the realities of international politics. At six o'clock in the morning on November 11th, 1918, he came to see him.
“We're in trouble, kid,” he said. Germany just nodded. He'd known.
There was silence for a moment, while Prussia looked out the window, a distant look on his face. “I'd do it for you if I could,” he said, suddenly. “But they want you.” Germany looked up, confused, but Prussia wasn't looking at him. “I guess it's gotta happen to everybody once.”
Germany shook his head. “I don't understand.”
“No,” said Prussia, turning to him, but staring through him. “No, you wouldn't.” A pause. “We've done it too; I've never brought you along, I thought you were too young.” He shook his head. “It shouldn't be like this for you, not the first time. I should have taken you to Brest-Litovsk. I guess I just didn't want...” He shook his head again, and finally, met Germany's eyes. “But I'm not going to let those bastards be your first, even if I've gotta do it myself. C'mere, kid.”
Germany, shaken-- he knew, now, what Prussia was saying-- stood, and crossed the room, feeling oddly disconnected. Prussia sat down on his bed, eyes closed, rubbing his crotch through his pants with slow, concentrated movements. It wasn't like he'd never done this when he didn't want it. Germany knelt in front of him. “You don't have to do this.”
Prussia shook his head, eyes closed. “It'll be better for you, if you know what's coming. They're not gonna be gentle, not after Belgium and Luxembourg.” Germany didn't reply. Wordlessly, he replaced Prussia's hand with his own; the least he could do was make it so Prussia didn't have to do it on his own. He'd never touched anyone but himself this way, but the idea was the same-- and Prussia's seemed strangely similar.
Prussia took in a deep breath, and made as if to knock Germany's hand away; Germany pinned his wrist to the mattress, motions not stopping. He'd seen the looks the man had given him, swimming, or training. Once or twice, he'd wondered why it hadn't come to this before.
By the time Germany undid Prussia' uniform pants and pulled him out, he was half-hard and looking away, anywhere but at Germany. “Brother,” he said, softly. Prussia didn't turn to him. “Do you want me?”
“That's a fucked up question, kid,” said Prussia, still not looking at him. Germany didn't answer. In the end, it didn't matter.
He angled him towards his face, and lowered his head, carefully, carefully taking the tip in his mouth. Prussia cried out, a sound Germany had never heard him make. His shoulders were shaking, and if Germany didn't know better, he'd think he was crying. He sucked, gentle and light. The man was completely hard now, and Germany was starting to feel something himself. He'd never-- he would never have wanted it, not like this. But in the moment, even if there wasn't attraction, there was affection-- something like love.
NOTES
*The reference to sharing a house with France was about when the two of them were part of the Merovingian and Carolingian Frankish Kingdoms-- they lived in their own houses for the first time-- since they were Gallia and Germania-- when Charlemagne's son Louis the Pious split his kingdom up between his three sons.
*Germany had a colony at Kiautschou, which got them involved in the Boxer Rebellion.
*The Herero and Nama people lived in German South-West Africa; they decided they didn't want the Germans in charge any more, so the German's responded by killing more than half of the population. It was pretty nasty-- complete with forced labor camps and medical experiments-- but it wasn't the only place in Africa where it happened.
*The Treaty of Brest-Litovsk: Russia wanted to end the war on the Eastern Front, so he gave up a huge quantity of land, and-- it seems-- let Prussia do him.
*Handjobs don't need history notes.
Characters: Prussia, Germany
Warnings: Sad sex
Summary: Vaguely set in the same universe as You could have just told me... Hours before they sign the Armistice, Prussia realizes he can't run interference between Germany and the rest of the world anymore.
Year: 1918
Germany wasn't very old yet during WWI. He first became aware of himself during the mid-nineteenth century, when he moved out of Austria's house and into Prussia's; he had vague, confusing memories from before then, of fighting and conquering and a little girl in a green dress, and even longer ago, of living in a house with someone who looked a lot like France... but he didn't think too much about things like that. For most of them, remembering their history was a difficult and confusing thing, mostly unpleasant. It was considered rather morbid to spend too long dwelling on it, outside of wartime.
In Prussia's house, they changed his name to the North German Federation, and then later, to the German Empire. He had gained more confidence by then; his boss was Prussian and so was much of his army, but his people had started to think of him as theirs, and he to think of them as his. Prussia still handled most of his foreign policy; when his Chinese colony became restive, Prussia was the one who went to help England and Russia sort things out. When Herero and Nama revolted, Prussia was the one who went to put them down. Germany wasn't ignorant of what happened there, but he didn't ask questions.
By the end of World War I, Prussia could no longer defend him from the realities of international politics. At six o'clock in the morning on November 11th, 1918, he came to see him.
“We're in trouble, kid,” he said. Germany just nodded. He'd known.
There was silence for a moment, while Prussia looked out the window, a distant look on his face. “I'd do it for you if I could,” he said, suddenly. “But they want you.” Germany looked up, confused, but Prussia wasn't looking at him. “I guess it's gotta happen to everybody once.”
Germany shook his head. “I don't understand.”
“No,” said Prussia, turning to him, but staring through him. “No, you wouldn't.” A pause. “We've done it too; I've never brought you along, I thought you were too young.” He shook his head. “It shouldn't be like this for you, not the first time. I should have taken you to Brest-Litovsk. I guess I just didn't want...” He shook his head again, and finally, met Germany's eyes. “But I'm not going to let those bastards be your first, even if I've gotta do it myself. C'mere, kid.”
Germany, shaken-- he knew, now, what Prussia was saying-- stood, and crossed the room, feeling oddly disconnected. Prussia sat down on his bed, eyes closed, rubbing his crotch through his pants with slow, concentrated movements. It wasn't like he'd never done this when he didn't want it. Germany knelt in front of him. “You don't have to do this.”
Prussia shook his head, eyes closed. “It'll be better for you, if you know what's coming. They're not gonna be gentle, not after Belgium and Luxembourg.” Germany didn't reply. Wordlessly, he replaced Prussia's hand with his own; the least he could do was make it so Prussia didn't have to do it on his own. He'd never touched anyone but himself this way, but the idea was the same-- and Prussia's seemed strangely similar.
Prussia took in a deep breath, and made as if to knock Germany's hand away; Germany pinned his wrist to the mattress, motions not stopping. He'd seen the looks the man had given him, swimming, or training. Once or twice, he'd wondered why it hadn't come to this before.
By the time Germany undid Prussia' uniform pants and pulled him out, he was half-hard and looking away, anywhere but at Germany. “Brother,” he said, softly. Prussia didn't turn to him. “Do you want me?”
“That's a fucked up question, kid,” said Prussia, still not looking at him. Germany didn't answer. In the end, it didn't matter.
He angled him towards his face, and lowered his head, carefully, carefully taking the tip in his mouth. Prussia cried out, a sound Germany had never heard him make. His shoulders were shaking, and if Germany didn't know better, he'd think he was crying. He sucked, gentle and light. The man was completely hard now, and Germany was starting to feel something himself. He'd never-- he would never have wanted it, not like this. But in the moment, even if there wasn't attraction, there was affection-- something like love.
NOTES
*The reference to sharing a house with France was about when the two of them were part of the Merovingian and Carolingian Frankish Kingdoms-- they lived in their own houses for the first time-- since they were Gallia and Germania-- when Charlemagne's son Louis the Pious split his kingdom up between his three sons.
*Germany had a colony at Kiautschou, which got them involved in the Boxer Rebellion.
*The Herero and Nama people lived in German South-West Africa; they decided they didn't want the Germans in charge any more, so the German's responded by killing more than half of the population. It was pretty nasty-- complete with forced labor camps and medical experiments-- but it wasn't the only place in Africa where it happened.
*The Treaty of Brest-Litovsk: Russia wanted to end the war on the Eastern Front, so he gave up a huge quantity of land, and-- it seems-- let Prussia do him.
*Handjobs don't need history notes.