Die Trommel schlug zum Streite...
Who: Germany (wacht_am_rhein) & Prussia (hat_einen_vogel), the Brothers Weillschmidt
When: Right after this Arrival
Where: MD-122, The Borders of Germany & Italy
Rating: PG13-ish...
Summary: After Prussia's arrival, the brothers meet to deal with disparate timelines and upcoming possible fates...
Warnings: Two stressed Germans, Gilbert's "interesting vocabulary", end-of-the-war syndrome, oh really now, what could go possibly go awry...
Well, under the circumstances who could be surprised... Gilbert was new to this hell-hole, he didn't get the technology yet, and... well... he had a tendency to hang up on people anyway, from the moment the telephone was invented and he realized it was possible. Ludwig was not at all taken aback....
But rattled? Oh, yes. Surely this was all due to his sins coming back to get him. In his loneliness he had hoped someone would come that would know him, care about him... he'd thought of both Italia and Prussia, and now here they were, prisoners just like himself.
Germany put down his a-comm and rose, kicking back the chair; he blushed as he righted it, God forbid the place should look less than perfect when Gilbert arrived. Between them, Prussia and Austria had emphasized over and over how important order, neatness, and perfection were to the way of the world. It could be no less here, now, and after all--Germany had a responsibility to... to...
He began to pace the width of the room, then the length of it, breathing hard and wondering what would happen when his older brother blew into the place like a winter wind from the East. Lara Croft had said the Allies would be taking Gilbert away from him and making him into something of Russia's--what had that been, the Deutsche Demokratische Republik or some such thing? What a bad joke. As if anything under Russia's brutal peasant hands could ever be democratic!
Which was, of course, to say nothing of what Ivan would do to any German Nation under his control... with no chance in Hell that America or England could stop him if he chose to be his usual cruel self....
Furious, with nowhere to spend that fury, Ludwig paced until he was certain he would wear a track in the flooring. At least twice he glanced out into the hallway to see if Gilbert were almost here. In the end all he could do was continue pacing....
[[ooc: translation: the subject and cut line are from the very moving old German military funeral anthem, Ich hatt' einen Kameraden; the lines above can be translated as "The drum was beating for battle, he was marching by my side at the same pace and stride..."]]
When: Right after this Arrival
Where: MD-122, The Borders of Germany & Italy
Rating: PG13-ish...
Summary: After Prussia's arrival, the brothers meet to deal with disparate timelines and upcoming possible fates...
Warnings: Two stressed Germans, Gilbert's "interesting vocabulary", end-of-the-war syndrome, oh really now, what could go possibly go awry...
Well, under the circumstances who could be surprised... Gilbert was new to this hell-hole, he didn't get the technology yet, and... well... he had a tendency to hang up on people anyway, from the moment the telephone was invented and he realized it was possible. Ludwig was not at all taken aback....
But rattled? Oh, yes. Surely this was all due to his sins coming back to get him. In his loneliness he had hoped someone would come that would know him, care about him... he'd thought of both Italia and Prussia, and now here they were, prisoners just like himself.
Germany put down his a-comm and rose, kicking back the chair; he blushed as he righted it, God forbid the place should look less than perfect when Gilbert arrived. Between them, Prussia and Austria had emphasized over and over how important order, neatness, and perfection were to the way of the world. It could be no less here, now, and after all--Germany had a responsibility to... to...
He began to pace the width of the room, then the length of it, breathing hard and wondering what would happen when his older brother blew into the place like a winter wind from the East. Lara Croft had said the Allies would be taking Gilbert away from him and making him into something of Russia's--what had that been, the Deutsche Demokratische Republik or some such thing? What a bad joke. As if anything under Russia's brutal peasant hands could ever be democratic!
Which was, of course, to say nothing of what Ivan would do to any German Nation under his control... with no chance in Hell that America or England could stop him if he chose to be his usual cruel self....
Furious, with nowhere to spend that fury, Ludwig paced until he was certain he would wear a track in the flooring. At least twice he glanced out into the hallway to see if Gilbert were almost here. In the end all he could do was continue pacing....
[[ooc: translation: the subject and cut line are from the very moving old German military funeral anthem, Ich hatt' einen Kameraden; the lines above can be translated as "The drum was beating for battle, he was marching by my side at the same pace and stride..."]]