King's Gate [introduction]
anonymous
August 9 2010, 10:40:54 UTC
Prussia remembers that he used to think that when the Wall fell, he would get to go home. He was the GDR, after all, and so surely when Germany got his land back he would go back to Germany and they would live together and be happy.
But the Wall fell and even as Germany embraced him, sobbing, Prussia knew that something was wrong, because his heart was not there.
And when Russia came to pick up his Kaliningrad, he had barely fought at all. There was no point.
He's almost adjusted to it now. He gets to see his brother once in a while, and Russia lets Prussia (Kaliningrad) go to world meetings with him. It's not the life he wants to live, but his people are Russian and his land is Russian and there's nothing to link him back to himself but a few crumbling gates. That's not enough to keep him German. He belongs with Russia now, and he has always been good at loyalty.
If sometimes he stays awake sobbing, that's nothing Russia needs to know. In the morning he'll be grinning and awesome again, after all, with enough vodka to steady his mind. It's not a perfect life, but it's a life, and more and more he likes Russia, likes Kaliningrad, likes what things have become. The Iron Cross against his chest and the trips with his brother are almost - almost - enough, and if sometimes they make him want to cry that's not important either.
It isn't until the day that he rises and climbs out of bed only to fall to the floor, his legs seemingly boneless, that he begins to feel fear again.
[It's late as heck and I shouldn't be writing any more, hahaha, but if people like this bit I'll for sure do more tomorrow.]
But the Wall fell and even as Germany embraced him, sobbing, Prussia knew that something was wrong, because his heart was not there.
And when Russia came to pick up his Kaliningrad, he had barely fought at all. There was no point.
He's almost adjusted to it now. He gets to see his brother once in a while, and Russia lets Prussia (Kaliningrad) go to world meetings with him. It's not the life he wants to live, but his people are Russian and his land is Russian and there's nothing to link him back to himself but a few crumbling gates. That's not enough to keep him German. He belongs with Russia now, and he has always been good at loyalty.
If sometimes he stays awake sobbing, that's nothing Russia needs to know. In the morning he'll be grinning and awesome again, after all, with enough vodka to steady his mind. It's not a perfect life, but it's a life, and more and more he likes Russia, likes Kaliningrad, likes what things have become. The Iron Cross against his chest and the trips with his brother are almost - almost - enough, and if sometimes they make him want to cry that's not important either.
It isn't until the day that he rises and climbs out of bed only to fall to the floor, his legs seemingly boneless, that he begins to feel fear again.
[It's late as heck and I shouldn't be writing any more, hahaha, but if people like this bit I'll for sure do more tomorrow.]
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