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( Christmas Reveals )
She stands with hands behind her back in darkness in her office, staring out the window. Prussia had kicked out a captain to offer this particular room half an eternity ago. Her gloves and hat lie on her desk.
Nothing occupies her mind for the moment for once; dullness has dropped over her mind like a sudden sea fog. Her eyes flicker sideways to the shaft of light lancing into the office through the opening door.
“Do not turn on the lights,” she says without turning around to face Prussia.
He makes enough noise for an army most of the time (but she knows that he can be as silent as a ghost if he so wishes). Of course he flicks on the lights anyways and she closes her eyes too late to protect her vision. Annoyance sparking red in her vision, she turns to look at him. He drops a flat box on her desk without ceremony.
“I want to see you in this in two hours,” he says almost conversationally, before turning on his heel and leaving without another word.
For some reason, she indulges him. She methodically takes off her uniform, brushing it before hanging it properly. She puts on the black silk dress in the box, the diamond necklace that looks like shattered pieces of ice against her skin. She does not put up her hair, letting it hang free instead.
She looks at herself in the mirror, fingers brushing across the silk that both drapes and clings. Her hand reaches for a tube of lipstick and she swipes the brilliantly scarlet wax across her mouth once, as though slashing her own face.
He has chocolates for her and fine wine. He has roses, red and white, and candles. He still wears his uniform, but it is clean, a little less functional, a little less worn. He attempts to tame his hair. A waltz plays on the gramophone, not Wagner.
They sip at the wine though both of them care little for it. They talk of older campaigns. They talk of tactics and argue fateful decisions and reminisce about officers long dead.
Both of them pretend not to hear planes overhead.
They waltz and he does a remarkable job of leading her. As the song slowly fades, he stops to kiss the ends of her hair and he looks at her through pale eyelashes. She leans in to kiss him, long and hard. His teeth catch on her tongue, drawing blood.
Lipstick and blood smear across his mouth; blood and chocolate linger in hers. She smiles faintly at him and the illusion cracks around its edges. But she kisses him again, sweeter this time. They do not need to say anything because they have no regrets. They will fight until the bitter, glorious end that they both believe will not come (but they feel it, inexorable, tempting, they know it).
She does say, idly, “I will kill you if you die for me.”
He laughs.
Notes:
-The last(?) installment of AU Prussia/fem!England, I think… I have no idea how this scene popped into my head (except possibly from remembering bits of Hellsing fanfiction and my current cynicism about romance) but I don’t think it came out quite as I wanted…
-England’s dress is slightly more 30’s style than 40’s style but I think there is something very elegant about the thought of her wearing a bias-cut black silk dress.
-For anyone who’s read Ayn Rand… I snuck in a small reference to “The Fountainhead.”
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I love your story concept and the characterization of each individual. The romance isn't the mushy lovey-dovey fluff. I wouldn't expect it from those two, but you can tell there's something there.
England's last line in this drabble is just wonderful and it made me think of the movie Sin City. This particular quote would work perfectly for a response from Prussia should you choose to continue this series, which I truly hope that you do. I can almost see the war coming to a close with the two of them ripped apart in the end.
"My warrior woman. My Valkyrie. You'll always be mine, always and never. Never. The Fire, baby. It'll burn us both. It'll kill us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. Always and never. If I have to die for you tonight, I will."
You know, you could easily make this into a full blown story. I'd love to read more stories from this universe. I've been wondering how England came to be under German influence. Since this is another universe, was she conquered or was she an ally from the beginning?
Good work and I hope to see more of your work soon.
reCaptcha: entertainment Berlins ...Well...I suppose the Germans are going to enjoy something in this fic. >_
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That quote really does seem rather like Prussia and I could see him grinning quite madly while saying it.
I initially intimated that England was conquered early by Prussia/Germany and was gradually brainwashed (perhaps helped by the placement of Edward VIII and Wallis Simpson on the throne and gradual leanings towards fascism by the public); I meant Prussia's obsession with her to be Pygmalion-esque, his warped love and attraction based on his molding of her. However, some careful talks with friends and some remarks later made me realize that that particular approach didn't work. So it's gradually growing more likely that she allied herself with them, especially given how I ended up writing her perspective in the end (I'd initially meant it to be Prussia's POV). Their "love" for each other is very twisted still, but it's not quite just one-sided (at least sexually).
Actually, you've given me an interesting idea, by placing archetypal/theatrical/tale names on them, particularly based on "Valkyrie" meaning "claimer of the slain"...
Thank you for a very thoughtful, very in-depth comment!
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Playing to the concept that Valkyries are clamiers of the slain...
"The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter... and so am I."
And thanks for clearing up the England situation. I kind of assumed that she was conquered, but then looking at her character it seems like she has a higher status than that of a conquered foe. She has enough free will to glare warningly at Prussia if drabble one and the thought that she's indulging his desires makes her seem more like an equal power ally.
And...once again I'm ranting. Sorry bout' that. Guess that's what happens when a potential English major finds an interesting story. >_<
reCAPTCHA: major excuses ...-_-...Shut up, captcha. Don't mock me.
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I'm glad you've put so much thought into this, actually. ^_^ These are just little scenes that I've been rattling off out of boredom and as a writing exercise. Unfortunately, it's been growing to unnatural levels.
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The image of them battling to the last together as the allied forces sweep in as a beautiful one, knowing defeat is coming but stubbornly fighting to the last. Anon adores how they both acknowledge each other and what they feel without having to say a overt word about it.
Anon would love to see more though and would happily request it specifically on the meme...
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