[FANFIC] Potatoes
short thing about potatoes, thanks to a comment made by sora_ko that Prussia reacted to Fritz's * * * BRIGHT NEW IDEAS * * * like a kid sniffing strange food. well...
Title: Potatoes
Author: tuica
Character(s): Prussia (and his most famous king, Frederick the Great)
Rating: G
Summary: Prussia and the potato make their epic acquaintance.
His King holds a bulbous thing out to him, not much bigger than his palm, light brown. Prussia’s unconvinced expression meets Friedrich’s calmly unyielding one. Prussia imagines himself testing his king, but those clear blue eyes fastened upon him leave him no room.
He reaches out, takes the potato, and skeptically turns it around. He sniffs it. Finally, he declares, in a tone he hopes rings of finality, "I don’t want it. It’s weird-looking. And it doesn’t smell good, either. Turnips - now there’s an acceptable root." To Friedrich’s ears, he sounds only like a stubborn child.
"You will like it if you taste it," Friedrich assures him.
Prussia remains suspicious. "Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Prussia glances towards his king one more time and, because deep in his heart he loves Friedrich with an ever-growing passion, takes a big, brave bite.
"Bleach!" He spits it back out promptly, all over the polished marble floor at their feet. And, unable to completely cover up his hurt, demands, "Why do you lie to me?!"
Friedrich turns away, but even so cannot conceal the great burst of laughter that leaves him leaning over his cane. Prussia forgets his outrage instantly; the awful taste in his mouth is worth this moment. He hides it in his memory.
"You need to cook it first," Friedrich finally says, still between chuckles.
"Eh-?" Prussia looks down at the bitten thing resting in his hand. Whitish-yellow inside. "How?"
"Many ways," his king assures him. "Come, I will show you."
The Prussian people were wary of potatoes and didn’t know where to start with them anyway until Fritz took an active hand and send his soldiers out to teach people how to plant the things. The Prussians then proceeded to incorporate potatoes in every imaginable dish, most of which you can still enjoy today. And Prussia hasn’t forgotten… Potato farmers still go every year and place a potato on Fritz’s grave as a sort of good luck/thanks for the harvest. There’ve been potatoes every time I’ve visited. Here’s a shot from a week ago (frozen potatoes!).
Title: Potatoes
Author: tuica
Character(s): Prussia (and his most famous king, Frederick the Great)
Rating: G
Summary: Prussia and the potato make their epic acquaintance.
His King holds a bulbous thing out to him, not much bigger than his palm, light brown. Prussia’s unconvinced expression meets Friedrich’s calmly unyielding one. Prussia imagines himself testing his king, but those clear blue eyes fastened upon him leave him no room.
He reaches out, takes the potato, and skeptically turns it around. He sniffs it. Finally, he declares, in a tone he hopes rings of finality, "I don’t want it. It’s weird-looking. And it doesn’t smell good, either. Turnips - now there’s an acceptable root." To Friedrich’s ears, he sounds only like a stubborn child.
"You will like it if you taste it," Friedrich assures him.
Prussia remains suspicious. "Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Prussia glances towards his king one more time and, because deep in his heart he loves Friedrich with an ever-growing passion, takes a big, brave bite.
"Bleach!" He spits it back out promptly, all over the polished marble floor at their feet. And, unable to completely cover up his hurt, demands, "Why do you lie to me?!"
Friedrich turns away, but even so cannot conceal the great burst of laughter that leaves him leaning over his cane. Prussia forgets his outrage instantly; the awful taste in his mouth is worth this moment. He hides it in his memory.
"You need to cook it first," Friedrich finally says, still between chuckles.
"Eh-?" Prussia looks down at the bitten thing resting in his hand. Whitish-yellow inside. "How?"
"Many ways," his king assures him. "Come, I will show you."
The Prussian people were wary of potatoes and didn’t know where to start with them anyway until Fritz took an active hand and send his soldiers out to teach people how to plant the things. The Prussians then proceeded to incorporate potatoes in every imaginable dish, most of which you can still enjoy today. And Prussia hasn’t forgotten… Potato farmers still go every year and place a potato on Fritz’s grave as a sort of good luck/thanks for the harvest. There’ve been potatoes every time I’ve visited. Here’s a shot from a week ago (frozen potatoes!).