APH Fic Two Worlds chapter 1
Title: Two Worlds
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Future FemGermanyxPrussia, Germania, Frederick the Great, Prussia, FemGermany
Rating: T
Warnings: None I think.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Gilbert is a prince turned into a werewolf. Louise is a commoner attacked and scarred by a werewolf when she was a child. When Gilbert leaves his palace life in search for a wife he finds her. The future for them is one they never imagined.
A bitter taste in her mouth. Sensing the presence of the medical herbs running through her veins to dull the pain she should be feeling. Bandages tightly rolled around her head.
The seven year old tried to move her body. It obeyed, slowly and sluggishly, however she managed to sit up. Groaning lightly she brought her hands to her head.
Bandages met her hands. Surprised she felt around her head with both hands. The bandages seemed to cover her entire left side. For the first time she opened her eyes.
Or rather her eye. The other one was being pressed against and stopped her from opening her left eye.
Her bedroom door opened them to reveal her mother Maria who gasped and flew at her daughter to quickly embrace her in a tight hug.
"Louise." she sobbed holding her daughter tighter. "Oh Louise."
"Mother?" Louise asked. "Mother, what happened?"
"What happened?" came the thundering voice of her father Alvar who entered the room angrily. "What happened!? I will tell you what happened! You were attacked by a werewolf! You are lucky that you were not bitten!" her father yelled.
"A werewolf? Attacked?" Louise repeated, her hands still sliding over the bandaged side of her face.
"Yes! Attacked!" her father continued to yell. "Are you deaf and stupid?"
"Mom?" Louise asked looking up at her mother. "Mommy?"
Her mother hugged her protectively. "Alvar. Please, enough." she begged. "We are lucky that she is still alive. We should be grateful."
"Grateful? Lucky?" her father yelled. "Do you realize what has happened? She is scarred for life! No man will ever want her!"
"That doesn’t matter." her mother said. "She is alive and well, for that I am grateful."
Her father growled and reached towards Louise. Holding her arm tightly he pulled her out of her bed and her mother’s arms. He pulled her until they reached the only mirror in the house in the hallway where he pushed her against it.
"Take off your bandages." he said coldly. "Take them off and see what you have to live with for the rest of your life. Then tell me if we should be grateful that you are merely alive."
"No." her mother said, running to them. She reached out and pressed Louise close to her. "The Healer said that in order to keep infection out she needs to keep the
Bandages on until the wound heals."
"Damn the Healer and damn the infection!" her father roared. He glared at Louise. "Take the bandages off now!"
Shaking slightly Louise brought her hands to the bandages and began to unravel them. As she peeled them off they fell to the floor. Finally only the patch of cloth remained. She carefully pulled it off to reveal what was underneath, the cloth slipped from her hands onto the floor.
Her left eye and the area surrounding it was a mess of skin, blood, and what lay underneath.
Her hands shaking her lightly slid her fingers around the wound, stopping when it started to sting. She felt a cry rise from her throat.
Her father nodded in satisfaction. “So you do understand. Scarred for life because of your mistake.”
Louise turned to her mother, hoping for an argument. However the hope faded when she saw her mother bit her lip and nod in agreement.
“It was foolish of you Louise.” her mother said softly. “Why did you go out when you knew there was a werewolf out there?”
“I…I…” Louise stammered as she looked back at the mirror, her hand coming up to hide the scarred eye from view.
“No man wants to marry a scarred woman.” Alvar said. “Your attitude and your traits are bad enough, too willful and opinionated. You talk when you should whisper and you refuse to acknowledge yourself where you belong. On the bottom with all women. And now with that scar, I have barely a hope that I will ever find you a suitable man to marry.”
Maria gathered Louise in her arms and carried her towards her room. “I think that’s enough for one day Alvar, let the child rest. We will go to the Healers tomorrow as well to see if something can be done.”
“There is nothing that can be done.” Alvar said snorting. “The child is ruined. Seven years old and already ruined.”
Louise whimpered and clutched tighter to her mother.
“Everything that is done is done because He wishes it to be.” Maria whispered to her. She placed Louise in her bed and tucked the blanket around her. “Sleep. Things will be better in the morning.”
Alvar was waiting for Maria on the other side of the door. “‘Things will be better in the morning’?” he repeated. “How in the name of heaven and hell will things be better in the morning?”
“There is no reason to worry the child further.” Maria said. “And there is no need to worry about finding a suitable husband for her either. She is a smart and strong girl; we will hide the eye and allow men to look at only a portion of her beauty.”
“She is a smart and strong girl.” Alvar agreed. “Far too much for a girl. It would have been better if she had been born a boy; even a scar on the boy is valued more. For her? I see no future but as a scullery maid or even into a convent.”
Maria wringed her hands together. “There is something for her Alvar. He does not do something for no reason.”
“Regardless of what He has in store for her is none of my concern.” Alvar said. “That girl is a disappointment to me more and more with each passing day. I grow weary of her.”
“She is your daughter.” Maria said quietly clutching her stomach. “Regardless she is your daughter, you love and care for her.”
“I used to. Before she became like this.” Alvar said bitterly. “I hope the next child that is in your stomach right now is a boy, we need a good child to bring a good reputation to our family.”
“And about that scar.” Alvar added. “As soon as it heals I won’t have it hidden. Let the world see how incompetent and imperfect she is.”
When Alvar passed by the window he saw the church standing tall and proud in the moonlight.
“Thy will be done.” he said bitterly. “Even to a worthless thing as she is. Though I swear, there is nothing good in her future.”
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“The fever has gone done and he is recovering.” The Healer said. “However it is my deepest regret to inform you that we were not able to fully treat the bite. He is a werewolf now.”
King Frederick nodded solemnly, he never moved from his position from looking out the window with his hands clasped behind his back.
“Is there anything else that I need to know?” he asked.
The Healer shook his head. “I have said all that is needed.”
“Dismissed then.” Frederick said. The Healer bowed and slowly backed away until he was out the door. The doors were closed behind him.
“Your Highness, this is not necessarily a curse.” his advisor Roderich said. “We might be able to use this to our advantage as well.”
“My son has been bitten by a werewolf and is now cursed to transform into one with each full moon.” Frederick said. “At least attempt to put some pity and sorrow into your voice before you immediately jump to how we can manipulate this.”
Roderich bowed his head. “My deepest apologizes your majesty; I merely seek for the good of this kingdom and the light side of this.”
“Roderich does have a point however your majesty.” the young lord Arthur Kirkland said. “Although this is a sorrowful occasion there is some light into this.”
“The werewolf community.” Roderich said. “Although you have made laws, several of them in fact, in order for equality for all human and magical beings throughout the land many parts of your kingdom has secretly refused to listen and there has been talk of a mutiny or perhaps even a coup within the magical community because of those people. With a son who is to be king that is now a werewolf that might pacify them. In fact this might help spread the laws even further and strengthen them.”
“However not everyone will be overjoyed at this.” Arthur pointed out. “There will be human beings that might refuse the young prince as king, not just him now being a werewolf however his personality and carefree attitude and lack of respect, and…insist on the king having a proper heir.”
“Gilbert is my son and the proper heir. The only one I will ever have.” Frederick said. “In order for another heir to be born I will have to wed once more. At my wives death I pledged to never marry once more. Gilbert, regardless of what may come, is my son and heir to the throne.”
“Then what shall you have us do?” Roderich asked.
Before Frederick could answer a servant entered the room and immediately fell to a low bow on her knees. “Your highness, please forgive me for the interruption.”
“What is it?” Frederick asked.
“It is the young prince, Master Gilbert, your highness.” the servant said without lifting her head. “He is awake and he has been asking for you.”
Frederick nodded as he finally turned from the window and started towards the door. “I am going to him. As for what you said Roderich, go to the werewolf community and find a master there that will come here and teach my son what he needs to know about being a werewolf. If he is to have this he will have it right.”
“At once your majesty.” Roderich said, placing his arm across his chest and bowing before he left the room to prepare.
“And what shall I do your majesty?” Arthur asked.
“The governors will want to know of my son.” Frederick asked. “Tell them, if they have any protests against my actions let them speak directly to me and into my eyes.”
“Yes your majesty.” Arthur said as he placed his arm across his chest before he left the room.
“My son is in his private chambers yes?” Frederick asked the servant.
“Yes your majesty.” she answered.
Frederick nodded. “I am going to see him now. Have food for the both of us brought to there.”
As Frederick walked through the hallways towards his sons room he stopped when he passed by the altar, the church he had made inside the castle. Stepping inside the holy room he kept his eyes on the alter itself.
“It is your will that we do.” he whispered. “Everything that happens, it happens because you decided it to be. If it is your will for my son to be a werewolf so be it. I will stand beside him regardless.”
Frederick brought his hand to his face and kissed the tips of his fingers before he pressed them against the altar.
“Your will be done.” he whispered once more before he turned and continued towards his sons room.
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Future FemGermanyxPrussia, Germania, Frederick the Great, Prussia, FemGermany
Rating: T
Warnings: None I think.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Gilbert is a prince turned into a werewolf. Louise is a commoner attacked and scarred by a werewolf when she was a child. When Gilbert leaves his palace life in search for a wife he finds her. The future for them is one they never imagined.
A bitter taste in her mouth. Sensing the presence of the medical herbs running through her veins to dull the pain she should be feeling. Bandages tightly rolled around her head.
The seven year old tried to move her body. It obeyed, slowly and sluggishly, however she managed to sit up. Groaning lightly she brought her hands to her head.
Bandages met her hands. Surprised she felt around her head with both hands. The bandages seemed to cover her entire left side. For the first time she opened her eyes.
Or rather her eye. The other one was being pressed against and stopped her from opening her left eye.
Her bedroom door opened them to reveal her mother Maria who gasped and flew at her daughter to quickly embrace her in a tight hug.
"Louise." she sobbed holding her daughter tighter. "Oh Louise."
"Mother?" Louise asked. "Mother, what happened?"
"What happened?" came the thundering voice of her father Alvar who entered the room angrily. "What happened!? I will tell you what happened! You were attacked by a werewolf! You are lucky that you were not bitten!" her father yelled.
"A werewolf? Attacked?" Louise repeated, her hands still sliding over the bandaged side of her face.
"Yes! Attacked!" her father continued to yell. "Are you deaf and stupid?"
"Mom?" Louise asked looking up at her mother. "Mommy?"
Her mother hugged her protectively. "Alvar. Please, enough." she begged. "We are lucky that she is still alive. We should be grateful."
"Grateful? Lucky?" her father yelled. "Do you realize what has happened? She is scarred for life! No man will ever want her!"
"That doesn’t matter." her mother said. "She is alive and well, for that I am grateful."
Her father growled and reached towards Louise. Holding her arm tightly he pulled her out of her bed and her mother’s arms. He pulled her until they reached the only mirror in the house in the hallway where he pushed her against it.
"Take off your bandages." he said coldly. "Take them off and see what you have to live with for the rest of your life. Then tell me if we should be grateful that you are merely alive."
"No." her mother said, running to them. She reached out and pressed Louise close to her. "The Healer said that in order to keep infection out she needs to keep the
Bandages on until the wound heals."
"Damn the Healer and damn the infection!" her father roared. He glared at Louise. "Take the bandages off now!"
Shaking slightly Louise brought her hands to the bandages and began to unravel them. As she peeled them off they fell to the floor. Finally only the patch of cloth remained. She carefully pulled it off to reveal what was underneath, the cloth slipped from her hands onto the floor.
Her left eye and the area surrounding it was a mess of skin, blood, and what lay underneath.
Her hands shaking her lightly slid her fingers around the wound, stopping when it started to sting. She felt a cry rise from her throat.
Her father nodded in satisfaction. “So you do understand. Scarred for life because of your mistake.”
Louise turned to her mother, hoping for an argument. However the hope faded when she saw her mother bit her lip and nod in agreement.
“It was foolish of you Louise.” her mother said softly. “Why did you go out when you knew there was a werewolf out there?”
“I…I…” Louise stammered as she looked back at the mirror, her hand coming up to hide the scarred eye from view.
“No man wants to marry a scarred woman.” Alvar said. “Your attitude and your traits are bad enough, too willful and opinionated. You talk when you should whisper and you refuse to acknowledge yourself where you belong. On the bottom with all women. And now with that scar, I have barely a hope that I will ever find you a suitable man to marry.”
Maria gathered Louise in her arms and carried her towards her room. “I think that’s enough for one day Alvar, let the child rest. We will go to the Healers tomorrow as well to see if something can be done.”
“There is nothing that can be done.” Alvar said snorting. “The child is ruined. Seven years old and already ruined.”
Louise whimpered and clutched tighter to her mother.
“Everything that is done is done because He wishes it to be.” Maria whispered to her. She placed Louise in her bed and tucked the blanket around her. “Sleep. Things will be better in the morning.”
Alvar was waiting for Maria on the other side of the door. “‘Things will be better in the morning’?” he repeated. “How in the name of heaven and hell will things be better in the morning?”
“There is no reason to worry the child further.” Maria said. “And there is no need to worry about finding a suitable husband for her either. She is a smart and strong girl; we will hide the eye and allow men to look at only a portion of her beauty.”
“She is a smart and strong girl.” Alvar agreed. “Far too much for a girl. It would have been better if she had been born a boy; even a scar on the boy is valued more. For her? I see no future but as a scullery maid or even into a convent.”
Maria wringed her hands together. “There is something for her Alvar. He does not do something for no reason.”
“Regardless of what He has in store for her is none of my concern.” Alvar said. “That girl is a disappointment to me more and more with each passing day. I grow weary of her.”
“She is your daughter.” Maria said quietly clutching her stomach. “Regardless she is your daughter, you love and care for her.”
“I used to. Before she became like this.” Alvar said bitterly. “I hope the next child that is in your stomach right now is a boy, we need a good child to bring a good reputation to our family.”
“And about that scar.” Alvar added. “As soon as it heals I won’t have it hidden. Let the world see how incompetent and imperfect she is.”
When Alvar passed by the window he saw the church standing tall and proud in the moonlight.
“Thy will be done.” he said bitterly. “Even to a worthless thing as she is. Though I swear, there is nothing good in her future.”
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“The fever has gone done and he is recovering.” The Healer said. “However it is my deepest regret to inform you that we were not able to fully treat the bite. He is a werewolf now.”
King Frederick nodded solemnly, he never moved from his position from looking out the window with his hands clasped behind his back.
“Is there anything else that I need to know?” he asked.
The Healer shook his head. “I have said all that is needed.”
“Dismissed then.” Frederick said. The Healer bowed and slowly backed away until he was out the door. The doors were closed behind him.
“Your Highness, this is not necessarily a curse.” his advisor Roderich said. “We might be able to use this to our advantage as well.”
“My son has been bitten by a werewolf and is now cursed to transform into one with each full moon.” Frederick said. “At least attempt to put some pity and sorrow into your voice before you immediately jump to how we can manipulate this.”
Roderich bowed his head. “My deepest apologizes your majesty; I merely seek for the good of this kingdom and the light side of this.”
“Roderich does have a point however your majesty.” the young lord Arthur Kirkland said. “Although this is a sorrowful occasion there is some light into this.”
“The werewolf community.” Roderich said. “Although you have made laws, several of them in fact, in order for equality for all human and magical beings throughout the land many parts of your kingdom has secretly refused to listen and there has been talk of a mutiny or perhaps even a coup within the magical community because of those people. With a son who is to be king that is now a werewolf that might pacify them. In fact this might help spread the laws even further and strengthen them.”
“However not everyone will be overjoyed at this.” Arthur pointed out. “There will be human beings that might refuse the young prince as king, not just him now being a werewolf however his personality and carefree attitude and lack of respect, and…insist on the king having a proper heir.”
“Gilbert is my son and the proper heir. The only one I will ever have.” Frederick said. “In order for another heir to be born I will have to wed once more. At my wives death I pledged to never marry once more. Gilbert, regardless of what may come, is my son and heir to the throne.”
“Then what shall you have us do?” Roderich asked.
Before Frederick could answer a servant entered the room and immediately fell to a low bow on her knees. “Your highness, please forgive me for the interruption.”
“What is it?” Frederick asked.
“It is the young prince, Master Gilbert, your highness.” the servant said without lifting her head. “He is awake and he has been asking for you.”
Frederick nodded as he finally turned from the window and started towards the door. “I am going to him. As for what you said Roderich, go to the werewolf community and find a master there that will come here and teach my son what he needs to know about being a werewolf. If he is to have this he will have it right.”
“At once your majesty.” Roderich said, placing his arm across his chest and bowing before he left the room to prepare.
“And what shall I do your majesty?” Arthur asked.
“The governors will want to know of my son.” Frederick asked. “Tell them, if they have any protests against my actions let them speak directly to me and into my eyes.”
“Yes your majesty.” Arthur said as he placed his arm across his chest before he left the room.
“My son is in his private chambers yes?” Frederick asked the servant.
“Yes your majesty.” she answered.
Frederick nodded. “I am going to see him now. Have food for the both of us brought to there.”
As Frederick walked through the hallways towards his sons room he stopped when he passed by the altar, the church he had made inside the castle. Stepping inside the holy room he kept his eyes on the alter itself.
“It is your will that we do.” he whispered. “Everything that happens, it happens because you decided it to be. If it is your will for my son to be a werewolf so be it. I will stand beside him regardless.”
Frederick brought his hand to his face and kissed the tips of his fingers before he pressed them against the altar.
“Your will be done.” he whispered once more before he turned and continued towards his sons room.