Smoke and Ash [2/?]
anonymous
January 2 2011, 09:18:20 UTC
The American paratrooper who had accompanied him grabbed Germany by the shoulder and hoisted him up to stand. He looked like he’d been on the receiving end of a very brutal beating. Still a little weak, it took him a minute to refocus his attention but the sight of the Allies made him glare and shove away the soldier, standing on his own, intending to wait at attention but the injuries he had sustained prevented him from even straightening his back. He coughed, grabbing a bloodied side with a hand.
“So nice of you to join us,” United Kingdom’s voice was light, on the verge of mocking. Germany scowled. America dismissed his paratrooper.
“We were just discussing denazification, which your brother here has been doing a frightfully good job of. Perhaps a bit too well? If interlopers are discovered in hiding just like our dear friend Germany, rest assured that the penalty is hefty.”
“Understood,” Prussia forced out, fists clenched at her side.
United Kingdom rolled his eyes. “Not the reaction I was looking for.”
America took his as his cue and, without looking up, gestured to one of the guards stationed at the entrance. He took the butt of his rifle and rammed it down on Germany’s calf, inducing a pain-filled cry as he crumpled to the ground.
“Under… Understood,” he said through gritted teeth, forcing himself back up on his feet. He swayed from side to side, knees wobbling now, but he’d had discipline beaten into him growing up and he relied on it to get him through this.
“Well now you’re here, I suppose we can much more smoothly decide on the Allied Occupation Zones,” United Kingdom spread out a map of Germany on the table. France stepped forward, scanning it with a frown, about to make a dry comment about the divisions when America was quick to mention, “Now, I know you’re probably upset about a lack of a French sector, but you know that the decision didn’t lie with us. UK and I have been discussing secessions of some of our own zones in good faith, if you are inclined to review them.”
As they began talking amongst themselves, Prussia glanced at Germany from the corner of her eye. He was rasping for breath, throat hoarse and rough and dry. Odd, she thought, how he had always been the stickler amongst the two, yet here they were, she in an immaculately pressed uniform and him in fractures.
“You were supposed to run,” she spoke in an undertone, undetected by the Allies.
“What does it matter,” Germany grunted in pain, clutching his bleeding side further.
“If you’d run like I told you to, they wouldn’t be talking about an occupation so soon.”
“Better to get it over with quickly than to prolong it.”
“Get it over with,” she snapped her head towards him then, voice rising. “The way you swiftly engaged the Battle of Berlin?”
“Quiet,” he tried to hush her.
Hey, this is Filler 2. Decided to just go ahead with it OP. But Possible Filler 1, please don't let me stop you from going for it!
Ahhh I have shivers about this fill already! Thank you for giving this a shot Author!anon, I'm interested to see how you approach the subject, especially considering your starting point.
Ouch! Poor Germany D: And Prussia so stiff and proud in the face of defeat.
OP loves multiple fills (like any OP on the kink meme I think, lol) so yes, if you are out there possible filler who offered first, please don't be deterred to post your fic too.
Re: Smoke and Ash [2/?]
anonymous
January 2 2011, 14:34:26 UTC
Thank you very much, I looking forward to continue. Only the RUSSIAN army didn’t get Berlin in 1945. SOVIET army did it - that is, Russian, Ukrainian, Belarusian, Kazakhs, Georgians, etc., or the 1 Ukrainian and a 1 Belorussian Fronts. Did Ukraine and Belarus rape Prussia too?
Re: Smoke and Ash [2/?]
anonymous
January 2 2011, 14:59:59 UTC
OP here, just wanting to acknowledge that you make a good point. I was a little thoughtless with my wording in the original request (naming originally as the Soviet Union occupation but then going right to 'Russian' for the rest). It was men of different nationalities who took part in the rapes under the name Soviet Union, rather than just Russian. So I apologise for that simplification.
If Author!anon wants to bring others like Belarus and Ukraine into it in some way I have no objection. Also the request was partly inspired from 'A Woman in Berlin' which mostly revolves around a German woman and Russian soldier.
Re: Smoke and Ash [2/?]
anonymous
January 2 2011, 18:00:26 UTC
Well, we're already used to this. All the achievements of the Soviet Union and its assets are divided into all the countries of the former USSR, and all the crimes is imputed to the Russian. But honestly, most people in the former Soviet Union do not believe in the mass rapes, believing these stories are Nazi’s or USA’s propaganda and slander against our ancestors. This war affected everyone in USSR, and every family had lost at least one relative.
Re: Smoke and Ash [2/?]
anonymous
January 2 2011, 18:17:11 UTC
*nodnod* That's why I asked that authors not portray one side as wholly evil over the other. Both did terrible things, both suffered from the other, violence begets violence, atrocity sparks more in revenge, an eye for an eye etc. I very much dislike portrayals where one side is presented complately unfairly to the other, there's always two sides to a story.
Re: Smoke and Ash [2/?]
anonymous
January 2 2011, 21:27:34 UTC
Well, we're already used to this. All the achievements of the Soviet Union and its assets are divided into all the countries of the former USSR, and all the crimes is imputed to the Russian.
My thoughts exactly. The saddest thing is that these double standards in regard to Russians are not even considered as something disgraceful.
Smoke and Ash [3/?] EDITED
anonymous
August 28 2011, 17:18:58 UTC
“What about the Colmar Pocket? Better to get that over with, too? Never mind that place was a death trap with no cover and no-”
“That place was German territory now be quiet-”
“And the Ardennes-Alsace Campaign, that wasn’t prolonged at all, was it? Wasn’t that your bright idea, too?”
“For god’s sake, will you ever shut up about Ardennes-Alsace!” Germany finally snapped, shouting at Prussia, alerting the Allies to their spat. “You weren’t exactly forthcoming about a defensive strategy!”
“Because a defensive strategy wouldn’t have worked! When you decided to wage war, who the hell do you think came up with the Blitzkrieg? Göbbels? Oh, sorry, that was just Kristallnacht.”
“Hah! You suggested the Blitzkrieg because you didn’t want to go through with it! ‘Strike hard and fast or not at all.’ I remember, Prussia. Just like I remember how you couldn’t believe that I made it work. Not you, me! You were too damn scared to take any risks-”
“Scared!”
“-constant insubordination, blocking my plans and ordinances-”
“Because they were all bad ideas!” Prussia roared. “I told you not to wage war, that we were still recovering from your first mess-”
“My mess-”
“-didn’t listen! That it wasn’t the right time, the right means. I’ve lived longer than you, fought more wars, but you insisted on being so damned stubborn-”
Germany let out a bark of dark laughter, narrowing his eyes. “You want to pull rank on me? Where was all that experience and power during Preußenschlag? Couldn’t even hold on to your own damn state.”
It cooled between them for a moment.
Prussia looked like she had just been slapped in the face, eyes wide and disbelieving and, damn it all, hurt. He had gone to a place they both knew was dark and wretched and cruel and he’d stabbed it with a knife and twisted the wound.
The rage kicked in.
“You fucking piece of-” Prussia lunged for Germany and punched him in the face, sending him careening back into a pillar with a cry. He growled, about to launch himself towards her but United Kingdom held him back just as America and France restrained Prussia. She struggled, far more violently than he did, fully intending to deliver Germany a thorough beating until she had broken all the bones the American soldiers hadn’t.
“God damned ingrate!” Prussia hissed. “Son of a whore. Who gave you authority to lead? Who made you into a fucking empire?”
“Authority to lead? You were the victim of a coup that I led! Me! You were as helpless and useless then as you are now and you still want to hide behind the excuse of promoting my interests? I took your power from you! You didn’t give me anything! I guess we know for a fact now that a woman is as useless behind a gun as she is in the war room.”
Prussia thrashed against the Allies, trying to lunge at Germany again.
“I’ll fucking kill you if the Allies don’t, I’ll do it I swear. If you had listened to me, we wouldn’t be caught up in this shit!”
“Hah! Then, I’m your failure, Prussia. You can’t escape it.”
“Don’t lay the blame on me, horseshit. Your war, your leadership, remember? You’re a big boy now so you’ve got to play the game.”
“Ironic that you’re telling me to be the better man when you lead all my eastern campaigns.”
“Because as much of a goddamn moron as you are, I don’t abandon my allies at any time unlike some of your fools.”
“Shut your mouth,” Germany countered hotly.
“Where’s your Hitler now? Fucking flambéed with a nice marinade of his brains-”
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
They glared at each other, teeth bared, chests rising and falling as anger and adrenaline coursed through them. The Allies were about to break things apart for good when footsteps echoed in the room, calm and steady, from behind the desk. Russia approached quietly, face half-hidden behind his scarf, eyes wide and clear. He looked enlightened, like a haze had been lifted from his mind. His lips curved in a thin smile, words slow and calculated.
“So nice of you to join us,” United Kingdom’s voice was light, on the verge of mocking. Germany scowled. America dismissed his paratrooper.
“We were just discussing denazification, which your brother here has been doing a frightfully good job of. Perhaps a bit too well? If interlopers are discovered in hiding just like our dear friend Germany, rest assured that the penalty is hefty.”
“Understood,” Prussia forced out, fists clenched at her side.
United Kingdom rolled his eyes. “Not the reaction I was looking for.”
America took his as his cue and, without looking up, gestured to one of the guards stationed at the entrance. He took the butt of his rifle and rammed it down on Germany’s calf, inducing a pain-filled cry as he crumpled to the ground.
“Under… Understood,” he said through gritted teeth, forcing himself back up on his feet. He swayed from side to side, knees wobbling now, but he’d had discipline beaten into him growing up and he relied on it to get him through this.
“Well now you’re here, I suppose we can much more smoothly decide on the Allied Occupation Zones,” United Kingdom spread out a map of Germany on the table. France stepped forward, scanning it with a frown, about to make a dry comment about the divisions when America was quick to mention, “Now, I know you’re probably upset about a lack of a French sector, but you know that the decision didn’t lie with us. UK and I have been discussing secessions of some of our own zones in good faith, if you are inclined to review them.”
As they began talking amongst themselves, Prussia glanced at Germany from the corner of her eye. He was rasping for breath, throat hoarse and rough and dry. Odd, she thought, how he had always been the stickler amongst the two, yet here they were, she in an immaculately pressed uniform and him in fractures.
“You were supposed to run,” she spoke in an undertone, undetected by the Allies.
“What does it matter,” Germany grunted in pain, clutching his bleeding side further.
“If you’d run like I told you to, they wouldn’t be talking about an occupation so soon.”
“Better to get it over with quickly than to prolong it.”
“Get it over with,” she snapped her head towards him then, voice rising. “The way you swiftly engaged the Battle of Berlin?”
“Quiet,” he tried to hush her.
Hey, this is Filler 2. Decided to just go ahead with it OP. But Possible Filler 1, please don't let me stop you from going for it!
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Ouch! Poor Germany D: And Prussia so stiff and proud in the face of defeat.
OP loves multiple fills (like any OP on the kink meme I think, lol) so yes, if you are out there possible filler who offered first, please don't be deterred to post your fic too.
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Only the RUSSIAN army didn’t get Berlin in 1945. SOVIET army did it - that is, Russian, Ukrainian, Belarusian, Kazakhs, Georgians, etc., or the 1 Ukrainian and a 1 Belorussian Fronts. Did Ukraine and Belarus rape Prussia too?
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If Author!anon wants to bring others like Belarus and Ukraine into it in some way I have no objection. Also the request was partly inspired from 'A Woman in Berlin' which mostly revolves around a German woman and Russian soldier.
For anyone wanting a historical summary of what happened here is the wikipedia article:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_rape_of_German_women_by_Soviet_Red_Army
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But honestly, most people in the former Soviet Union do not believe in the mass rapes, believing these stories are Nazi’s or USA’s propaganda and slander against our ancestors. This war affected everyone in USSR, and every family had lost at least one relative.
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My thoughts exactly. The saddest thing is that these double standards in regard to Russians are not even considered as something disgraceful.
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“That place was German territory now be quiet-”
“And the Ardennes-Alsace Campaign, that wasn’t prolonged at all, was it? Wasn’t that your bright idea, too?”
“For god’s sake, will you ever shut up about Ardennes-Alsace!” Germany finally snapped, shouting at Prussia, alerting the Allies to their spat. “You weren’t exactly forthcoming about a defensive strategy!”
“Because a defensive strategy wouldn’t have worked! When you decided to wage war, who the hell do you think came up with the Blitzkrieg? Göbbels? Oh, sorry, that was just Kristallnacht.”
“Hah! You suggested the Blitzkrieg because you didn’t want to go through with it! ‘Strike hard and fast or not at all.’ I remember, Prussia. Just like I remember how you couldn’t believe that I made it work. Not you, me! You were too damn scared to take any risks-”
“Scared!”
“-constant insubordination, blocking my plans and ordinances-”
“Because they were all bad ideas!” Prussia roared. “I told you not to wage war, that we were still recovering from your first mess-”
“My mess-”
“-didn’t listen! That it wasn’t the right time, the right means. I’ve lived longer than you, fought more wars, but you insisted on being so damned stubborn-”
Germany let out a bark of dark laughter, narrowing his eyes. “You want to pull rank on me? Where was all that experience and power during Preußenschlag? Couldn’t even hold on to your own damn state.”
It cooled between them for a moment.
Prussia looked like she had just been slapped in the face, eyes wide and disbelieving and, damn it all, hurt. He had gone to a place they both knew was dark and wretched and cruel and he’d stabbed it with a knife and twisted the wound.
The rage kicked in.
“You fucking piece of-” Prussia lunged for Germany and punched him in the face, sending him careening back into a pillar with a cry. He growled, about to launch himself towards her but United Kingdom held him back just as America and France restrained Prussia. She struggled, far more violently than he did, fully intending to deliver Germany a thorough beating until she had broken all the bones the American soldiers hadn’t.
“God damned ingrate!” Prussia hissed. “Son of a whore. Who gave you authority to lead? Who made you into a fucking empire?”
“Authority to lead? You were the victim of a coup that I led! Me! You were as helpless and useless then as you are now and you still want to hide behind the excuse of promoting my interests? I took your power from you! You didn’t give me anything! I guess we know for a fact now that a woman is as useless behind a gun as she is in the war room.”
Prussia thrashed against the Allies, trying to lunge at Germany again.
“I’ll fucking kill you if the Allies don’t, I’ll do it I swear. If you had listened to me, we wouldn’t be caught up in this shit!”
“Hah! Then, I’m your failure, Prussia. You can’t escape it.”
“Don’t lay the blame on me, horseshit. Your war, your leadership, remember? You’re a big boy now so you’ve got to play the game.”
“Ironic that you’re telling me to be the better man when you lead all my eastern campaigns.”
“Because as much of a goddamn moron as you are, I don’t abandon my allies at any time unlike some of your fools.”
“Shut your mouth,” Germany countered hotly.
“Where’s your Hitler now? Fucking flambéed with a nice marinade of his brains-”
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
They glared at each other, teeth bared, chests rising and falling as anger and adrenaline coursed through them. The Allies were about to break things apart for good when footsteps echoed in the room, calm and steady, from behind the desk. Russia approached quietly, face half-hidden behind his scarf, eyes wide and clear. He looked enlightened, like a haze had been lifted from his mind. His lips curved in a thin smile, words slow and calculated.
“Prussia is a woman?”
“A she-whore,” Germany spat, gaze unbroken. Prussia’s eyes narrowed at him.
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