Pitiful Existence
Title: Pitiful Existence
Author: Poppy
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Germany, Prussia, Hungary, The Soviets, The Allies
Word Count: 544
Warning: Language
Summary: West Germany cursing East Germany's existence at a meeting.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I wish to make money off of this! This is merely for fun! :)
Note: Kink Meme Request Fill! The original request is as follows:
Hollstein Doctrine, West germany denied and cursed East's existance with all cost.
@___@;; My attempt at angst. I think it just came off as very OOC of Ludwig but I tried! I mean, at least I did that! Orz
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He spat in his face.
“You just can’t let me live my life, can you?!” He started to shout making the nations around him cower. “Every day I have to keep facing... Y-you! Your bloody useless existence! You’re supposed to be dead! You’re supposed to stop haunting my life!”
“Ludwig.” A voice came from behind the ranting man but he ignored it, his eyes dead set on the man in front of him. He spat again.
“Why won’t you just die!”
The man said nothing and it seemed to infuriate the nation more. He turned to the men behind him and wiped his mouth, his teeth clenched and his eyes wild.
“I will NOT recognize that... THING as a nation, do you hear me!?” He pointed at his former brother, who merely stood in silence, his eyes staring forward, almost dead. “I will NOT make relations with him and I will NOT associate myself with those pitiful countries that falsely think of him as a nation!” He turned back to him, his body now shaking. “There is only ONE country of Germany and that is me! You are only alive to insult my people, aren’t you? To hold on to a pitiful dream where you are still a glorious nation?! To relive your glory days over again? To constantly bring my nation shame?!”
He got no answer. “Well?! Answer me!”
There was a short silence before the sounds of a slap echoed through the halls. Ludwig paused, staring at the red spot forming on the pale man’s cheek before he hit him again. His old brother didn’t fight back, only allowed the onslaught before the former nation of Ukraine jumped in front of his hand, almost taking the hit before he backed off. The knives brought out by Belarus were his only deterrent as his fist looked ready for more blood.
“I hope you bleed to death, Gilbert.” Were his last shaking words. “I never want to see you in a meeting again.”
He left as quickly as he had come in, ripping the doors open to the conference room and storming down the hall as his two friends chased after him. Alfred looked over his shoulder, glaring at Ivan who was sitting down and smiling in amusement before he left. No one looked back at the German Democratic Republic, all eyes avoided him as they filed out.
Only the nations closest to Russia remained. No one moved to comfort Gilbert, however. They stood around awkwardly before Ukraine finally made her move. She placed a hand on his cold shoulder, looking at him with sad eyes but he wouldn’t meet them.
“Gilbert...” He said nothing.
“Gilbert.” Elizaveta repeated his name mournfully but he shook his head, brushing them off. “Gilbert, you shouldn’t have let him do that to you... Why didn’t you fight? Why didn’t-“
“It doesn’t matter.” He finally spoke, shrugging his shoulders as he reached up and touched his cheek. “I knew this day was coming anyways.”
“What do you mean?”
“The day he finally told the world what he really felt about me.” He paused for a moment to cough before he stared at the closed doors, his cheek throbbing against his hand. “The day he admitted he wants me dead.”
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Author: Poppy
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Germany, Prussia, Hungary, The Soviets, The Allies
Word Count: 544
Warning: Language
Summary: West Germany cursing East Germany's existence at a meeting.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I wish to make money off of this! This is merely for fun! :)
Note: Kink Meme Request Fill! The original request is as follows:
Hollstein Doctrine, West germany denied and cursed East's existance with all cost.
@___@;; My attempt at angst. I think it just came off as very OOC of Ludwig but I tried! I mean, at least I did that! Orz
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He spat in his face.
“You just can’t let me live my life, can you?!” He started to shout making the nations around him cower. “Every day I have to keep facing... Y-you! Your bloody useless existence! You’re supposed to be dead! You’re supposed to stop haunting my life!”
“Ludwig.” A voice came from behind the ranting man but he ignored it, his eyes dead set on the man in front of him. He spat again.
“Why won’t you just die!”
The man said nothing and it seemed to infuriate the nation more. He turned to the men behind him and wiped his mouth, his teeth clenched and his eyes wild.
“I will NOT recognize that... THING as a nation, do you hear me!?” He pointed at his former brother, who merely stood in silence, his eyes staring forward, almost dead. “I will NOT make relations with him and I will NOT associate myself with those pitiful countries that falsely think of him as a nation!” He turned back to him, his body now shaking. “There is only ONE country of Germany and that is me! You are only alive to insult my people, aren’t you? To hold on to a pitiful dream where you are still a glorious nation?! To relive your glory days over again? To constantly bring my nation shame?!”
He got no answer. “Well?! Answer me!”
There was a short silence before the sounds of a slap echoed through the halls. Ludwig paused, staring at the red spot forming on the pale man’s cheek before he hit him again. His old brother didn’t fight back, only allowed the onslaught before the former nation of Ukraine jumped in front of his hand, almost taking the hit before he backed off. The knives brought out by Belarus were his only deterrent as his fist looked ready for more blood.
“I hope you bleed to death, Gilbert.” Were his last shaking words. “I never want to see you in a meeting again.”
He left as quickly as he had come in, ripping the doors open to the conference room and storming down the hall as his two friends chased after him. Alfred looked over his shoulder, glaring at Ivan who was sitting down and smiling in amusement before he left. No one looked back at the German Democratic Republic, all eyes avoided him as they filed out.
Only the nations closest to Russia remained. No one moved to comfort Gilbert, however. They stood around awkwardly before Ukraine finally made her move. She placed a hand on his cold shoulder, looking at him with sad eyes but he wouldn’t meet them.
“Gilbert...” He said nothing.
“Gilbert.” Elizaveta repeated his name mournfully but he shook his head, brushing them off. “Gilbert, you shouldn’t have let him do that to you... Why didn’t you fight? Why didn’t-“
“It doesn’t matter.” He finally spoke, shrugging his shoulders as he reached up and touched his cheek. “I knew this day was coming anyways.”
“What do you mean?”
“The day he finally told the world what he really felt about me.” He paused for a moment to cough before he stared at the closed doors, his cheek throbbing against his hand. “The day he admitted he wants me dead.”
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