APH Fic My Son and Country chapter 1
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Author/Artist: Me!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Frederick the Second had a son. One that lives to this day as the personification of Germany. A nation is born into a human family story.
“I‘m sorry.” Frederick said again.
Prussia didn’t look up from his meal. “Stop repeating yourself. I heard you the first time. It’s okay.”
Frederick rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand. “I don’t know what they are thinking.”
“They are thinking that you need an heir incase something happens to you.”
“I‘m sorry.” he repeated.
“Stop saying that. I get it already; it’s your duty and not your choice.” Prussia said throwing his napkin onto the plate and leaving the room.
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Frederick rebuttoned his shirt. He gathered his coat and pulled on his boots once more.
Across the room the woman was doing the same as she pulled on her dress. She had brown hair and green eyes. He didn’t even know her name.
“You know what to do from now on?” he asked her.
Mutely she nodded.
Frederick nodded in return. “Good. Have a pleasant evening ma‘m.”
Without waiting for a reply he was sure wouldn’t come he left the room in search for Prussia.
He found the other man in the library of all places. He wasn’t reading a book but was lying on the couch simply staring at the ceiling. His gaze turned to the other man when he entered momentarily before returning to the ceiling.
“So the heir is set?” he asked.
Frederick nodded.
Prussia sighed as he looked at his king once more.
“You alright?”
“I…I feel as if I betrayed you somehow.” he said truthfully.
Gilbert snorted. “Trust me. You didn’t betray me. Your following your duties as a king and one of those duties is to have an heir ready.”
Frederick nodded before taking the others hand. “Thank you for understanding.”
“Hey no problem.”
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In the span of eight months Frederick saw the woman only three more times. The first was to ensure she was pregnant and the rest was the doctor insuring that the pregnancy itself was going along nicely.
His mother, blessed her, was more than happy to become a grandmother and would constantly talk about the unborn child much to her son and her countries displeasure.
Whenever the woman came for the doctor to examine her his mother would flock to her side and refuse to leave until the woman had to go.
She would stroke the woman’s growing stomach. She would whisper to the unborn child as if it was able to hear her. She sang it praises and the like until the doctor himself would have to stop her.
One evening she spoke with him about the child.
“You should come on the next visit and merely talk to it.” she said, placing her hands on top of the table.
“I have no desire to do so mother.” Frederick said curtly.
His mother simply looked at him for a moment before sighing. She didn’t look up from the table as she said “I know your fear. You do not wish to become as your father was.”
“Mother.” Frederick said warningly.
His mother choose to ignore it. “But I assure you, you are nothing like your father.”
“Mother enough.”
“I have a simple question. What are you going to do when it’s born?” she asked him.
“Let the servants and yourself raise him if you so wish.” Frederick said. “The duty was to create an heir; there was nothing about raising him in any way.”
“It will be your son.”
“All the more reason to stay away.”
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Annabelle sighed and rubbed her growing stomach before scowling at it.
Having this baby, the child of the king of her land, ensured that her and her family would be taken care of for the remainder of their time. In exchange for their silence of the child’s parentage it had been agreed they would never have to worry about the misadventures in life ever again.
She scowled at her stomach once more. She despised this however, being pregnant. She wanted the child out of her and wash her hands of this entire business.
However there was still another month to go through. Another month and she would never have to worry about this child ever again.
She winched as she stood up and started to walk. Pain had been growing through her body for a while. The doctor had reassured her that each pregnancy was different for each woman and this was normal.
This was not normal, this pain regardless of what the doctor said. She hadn’t told anyone but she didn’t feel this pain in her stomach or back or anywhere like that.
She felt in the core of her being. The very center of her life.
She rubbed her stomach once more. She knew the child was responsible for this pain. She wanted it out now.
Suddenly she felt movement inside of her. She sighed. The child was moving once more. It had been moving more and more with each passing day.
A sharp pain went up her back. She gave a soft cry as her legs fell under her and she fell to her knees. The child. It was moving around in her. Almost as if it was writhing in pain she was able to tell from its movements.
She felt liquid fall down her legs. She gave a sigh of relief. Her own mother had told her about this, when her water broke that meant the child was ready to come out into the world.
She triumphantly looked between her legs ready to see the clear water running down onto the floor.
All color left her face when instead of clear water blood met her eyes.
Her mother had told her that blood coming out was not a good sign and she was to get help as soon as she was able to.
The pain started once more, running swiftly through her body.
She gave a sharp scream that rang through the entire castle. It was filled with servants, someone would hear her.
Someone would help her.
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I do not understand what was going on in the outside world. I do not know what the outside world was.
All I knew was pain, since the beginning. There was constant pain. Images flashed before my still forming eyes. People. All sorts. Ones wearing what they called a uniform and were fighting others who wore different uniforms. Ones who wore rags and worked the land.
My body had formed entirely. Pain was constant. My entrapment held me in place and not enabling me to move as I wished. There was barely room to move let alone move.
Voices more clear than the ones in my head sometimes accompany me and my thoughts. A woman’s voice, she was always the closest. I did not enjoy listening to her voice although I was forced to most of the time. Her voice stung me and hurt me in a different pain than the one I knew.
The other voice however was another female. This one was a gentle one and caring. I enjoyed listening to her, her words and emotions broke through the pain and let me focus on something other than that.
This time however is different. The pain is more and more. And it is not stopping. The walls surrounding me are closing in on me. I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
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The nurses are running around in frenzy and the doctor is yelling orders. They are trying to save the life of the child and the mother if possible.
Frederick’s mothers in on her knees and her lips are moving in silent prayer as her hands are clasped in front of her. Gilbert merely leans against the wall looking out the window. Frederick is just standing there with his arms crossed.
There is a shout from the woman and then stillness.
Then a nurse screams, her voice is shrill with fear.
She runs into the hallway her face pale. “The baby. The baby.” she stammers.
His mother immediately went past the nurse and into the bedroom. Moments later another scream filled the air.
A baby’s cry.
The doctor came out that moment; his face was perplexed however his voice was even as he said “It’s a boy. Unfortunately however…the mother didn’t survive.”
Neither man had anything to say on that matter. Their attention was diverted however when Frederick’s mother came out of the room with a bundle in her arms.
She smiled and cooed at the child. The moment Frederick’s eyes turned to it he turned and started to walk away followed loyally by Prussia.
His mother’s voice froze him for a moment as she said, “His name is Ludwig, incase you wanted to know.”
Frederick froze for a moment before continuing on without a second glance behind him.
The doctor glanced at the still pale and shaking nurse. Her mouth was moving in prayer, her body was shaking as she crossed herself. She looked at her husband.
“That…that child.” she said hesitantly. Her eyes turned once more to where the new grandmother was still holding and singing softly to the newborn. “That child is not human. I don’t know a single human baby to be born with so many old and faded scars on its body.”
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s):
Rating:
Warnings:
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Frederick the Second had a son. One that lives to this day as the personification of Germany. A nation is born into a human family story.
“I‘m sorry.” Frederick said again.
Prussia didn’t look up from his meal. “Stop repeating yourself. I heard you the first time. It’s okay.”
Frederick rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand. “I don’t know what they are thinking.”
“They are thinking that you need an heir incase something happens to you.”
“I‘m sorry.” he repeated.
“Stop saying that. I get it already; it’s your duty and not your choice.” Prussia said throwing his napkin onto the plate and leaving the room.
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Frederick rebuttoned his shirt. He gathered his coat and pulled on his boots once more.
Across the room the woman was doing the same as she pulled on her dress. She had brown hair and green eyes. He didn’t even know her name.
“You know what to do from now on?” he asked her.
Mutely she nodded.
Frederick nodded in return. “Good. Have a pleasant evening ma‘m.”
Without waiting for a reply he was sure wouldn’t come he left the room in search for Prussia.
He found the other man in the library of all places. He wasn’t reading a book but was lying on the couch simply staring at the ceiling. His gaze turned to the other man when he entered momentarily before returning to the ceiling.
“So the heir is set?” he asked.
Frederick nodded.
Prussia sighed as he looked at his king once more.
“You alright?”
“I…I feel as if I betrayed you somehow.” he said truthfully.
Gilbert snorted. “Trust me. You didn’t betray me. Your following your duties as a king and one of those duties is to have an heir ready.”
Frederick nodded before taking the others hand. “Thank you for understanding.”
“Hey no problem.”
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In the span of eight months Frederick saw the woman only three more times. The first was to ensure she was pregnant and the rest was the doctor insuring that the pregnancy itself was going along nicely.
His mother, blessed her, was more than happy to become a grandmother and would constantly talk about the unborn child much to her son and her countries displeasure.
Whenever the woman came for the doctor to examine her his mother would flock to her side and refuse to leave until the woman had to go.
She would stroke the woman’s growing stomach. She would whisper to the unborn child as if it was able to hear her. She sang it praises and the like until the doctor himself would have to stop her.
One evening she spoke with him about the child.
“You should come on the next visit and merely talk to it.” she said, placing her hands on top of the table.
“I have no desire to do so mother.” Frederick said curtly.
His mother simply looked at him for a moment before sighing. She didn’t look up from the table as she said “I know your fear. You do not wish to become as your father was.”
“Mother.” Frederick said warningly.
His mother choose to ignore it. “But I assure you, you are nothing like your father.”
“Mother enough.”
“I have a simple question. What are you going to do when it’s born?” she asked him.
“Let the servants and yourself raise him if you so wish.” Frederick said. “The duty was to create an heir; there was nothing about raising him in any way.”
“It will be your son.”
“All the more reason to stay away.”
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Annabelle sighed and rubbed her growing stomach before scowling at it.
Having this baby, the child of the king of her land, ensured that her and her family would be taken care of for the remainder of their time. In exchange for their silence of the child’s parentage it had been agreed they would never have to worry about the misadventures in life ever again.
She scowled at her stomach once more. She despised this however, being pregnant. She wanted the child out of her and wash her hands of this entire business.
However there was still another month to go through. Another month and she would never have to worry about this child ever again.
She winched as she stood up and started to walk. Pain had been growing through her body for a while. The doctor had reassured her that each pregnancy was different for each woman and this was normal.
This was not normal, this pain regardless of what the doctor said. She hadn’t told anyone but she didn’t feel this pain in her stomach or back or anywhere like that.
She felt in the core of her being. The very center of her life.
She rubbed her stomach once more. She knew the child was responsible for this pain. She wanted it out now.
Suddenly she felt movement inside of her. She sighed. The child was moving once more. It had been moving more and more with each passing day.
A sharp pain went up her back. She gave a soft cry as her legs fell under her and she fell to her knees. The child. It was moving around in her. Almost as if it was writhing in pain she was able to tell from its movements.
She felt liquid fall down her legs. She gave a sigh of relief. Her own mother had told her about this, when her water broke that meant the child was ready to come out into the world.
She triumphantly looked between her legs ready to see the clear water running down onto the floor.
All color left her face when instead of clear water blood met her eyes.
Her mother had told her that blood coming out was not a good sign and she was to get help as soon as she was able to.
The pain started once more, running swiftly through her body.
She gave a sharp scream that rang through the entire castle. It was filled with servants, someone would hear her.
Someone would help her.
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I do not understand what was going on in the outside world. I do not know what the outside world was.
All I knew was pain, since the beginning. There was constant pain. Images flashed before my still forming eyes. People. All sorts. Ones wearing what they called a uniform and were fighting others who wore different uniforms. Ones who wore rags and worked the land.
My body had formed entirely. Pain was constant. My entrapment held me in place and not enabling me to move as I wished. There was barely room to move let alone move.
Voices more clear than the ones in my head sometimes accompany me and my thoughts. A woman’s voice, she was always the closest. I did not enjoy listening to her voice although I was forced to most of the time. Her voice stung me and hurt me in a different pain than the one I knew.
The other voice however was another female. This one was a gentle one and caring. I enjoyed listening to her, her words and emotions broke through the pain and let me focus on something other than that.
This time however is different. The pain is more and more. And it is not stopping. The walls surrounding me are closing in on me. I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
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The nurses are running around in frenzy and the doctor is yelling orders. They are trying to save the life of the child and the mother if possible.
Frederick’s mothers in on her knees and her lips are moving in silent prayer as her hands are clasped in front of her. Gilbert merely leans against the wall looking out the window. Frederick is just standing there with his arms crossed.
There is a shout from the woman and then stillness.
Then a nurse screams, her voice is shrill with fear.
She runs into the hallway her face pale. “The baby. The baby.” she stammers.
His mother immediately went past the nurse and into the bedroom. Moments later another scream filled the air.
A baby’s cry.
The doctor came out that moment; his face was perplexed however his voice was even as he said “It’s a boy. Unfortunately however…the mother didn’t survive.”
Neither man had anything to say on that matter. Their attention was diverted however when Frederick’s mother came out of the room with a bundle in her arms.
She smiled and cooed at the child. The moment Frederick’s eyes turned to it he turned and started to walk away followed loyally by Prussia.
His mother’s voice froze him for a moment as she said, “His name is Ludwig, incase you wanted to know.”
Frederick froze for a moment before continuing on without a second glance behind him.
The doctor glanced at the still pale and shaking nurse. Her mouth was moving in prayer, her body was shaking as she crossed herself. She looked at her husband.
“That…that child.” she said hesitantly. Her eyes turned once more to where the new grandmother was still holding and singing softly to the newborn. “That child is not human. I don’t know a single human baby to be born with so many old and faded scars on its body.”