week 023: flower - a means to an end
Title: a means to an end
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Characters/Pairings: Germany, Thailand, implied Germany/Veneziano, slight Thailand/Germanu
Summary: A bar, falling apart amidst the bombing raids of late Eastern Germany. Thailand tries to enlighten his fellow partner.
Words: 1385
Notes: with his tongue. Whilst this started off as an experiment into Thailand's character in a GermanyxThailand, it has turned into something else.
Strange blossoms, strange passion. <3
the second part is set in the latter part of WW2, after 1943 with the split of Italy, around late 1944-45.
It originally had a /lot/ more historical ideas and basis, but it got lost in the mix. I'll post a more historical one another time.
a little bit of explanation: Thailand had an agreement with Japan in WW2, but never fully got involved. (which at the time spelt for me = link with the Axis) With a main religion of Buddihsm, becoming a monk is a great honour, and thus he strives for peace. The Kingdom of Siam, confidence and age, as never conquered (although not really a Kingdom anymore) - which cumulate in what this was originally going to be: a conflict of philosophies. Germany, science, Darwinism (in the early 1900 setting, with worries of specie degradation.), Ludwig thus seeing the war as necessary (this being ww1) in light of ambition, as to strive is to accord to the natural order and evolve. Thailand disagrees, as he sees no point to ambition, his kingdom relatively unconquered and happy as it is. He thus tried to discourage war and create peace.
non-history, Yai Sai = Thailand to me, currently; Yai is his nickname, Sai his last, he goes by his nickname, which means 'big'.
However, not 'the big sword'. ¬__¬
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world war one
a half remembered conversation, along the banks of the river Rhine after the declaration of Armistice.
"Aren't you suppposed to be, ya'na, related to knights or something? As, Sheibe, if I am pronouncing it right, you do not look like much. It was the Teutonic Knights, correct?
...ana- I mean, I never tried to get involved; there is no point to such violence, just be happy with what you have. Ambition beyond that leads to destruction. You have to admit that has been the major flaw in the thoughts of subsequent generations over the years.”
“…do you know what you are saying, Siam? Bruder…- that was the philosophy meine bruder lived by. Lived for. Died for.”
There was a movement from the huddled mass before him, before he caught the glimpse of an angry, violent blue, the hand that had been resting lightly on the table outstretched now, muscle twitching faintly, restrained, inches from the blossom of broken glass.
“And there are no flaws in that philosophy. We are a race of the fittest, in the struggle to survive; we must fight, we must strive, or die. It is the rule of Nature, Siam. What you ask, to stop growth itself, is condemning us, the species, our race, to degradation, and eventual extinction.”
“That is one side of the argument, peuan.”
“I am not interested in an argument based on idealistic fantasies-“
“-yet you make unsupported remarks yourself. What do you have, to deny these philosphies? I have years of a kingdom, uncorrupted reign.”
It was silent for a while. Ludwig noted the fact as the flow of the blood finally slowed, checking his arm, before relieving the pressure, wrapping up the sodden bandage lightly and tossing it to the side.
“There is no longer a point in this conversation Siam. There never was one to begin with. My opinion will not change. Leave.”
--
world war two.
The man's mouth was split into a grin, teeth flashing in an easy gleam of white untainted by the dim yellow light that stained the walls from the flickering light, as it reflected, fractured, off the wood of the long bar that stretched across half the room. Yai stood in the black, comforting darkness of the doorway, breathing steady, in the slow puffs of steam, until his eyes stopped on the vague shape slumped in the corner. He was where he was to be expected. Drunk, in the soured light of the farthest crumbling bar in Eastern Germany; or what remained of it, currently. He reached the bar, fingers resting lightly against the mttled wood, short nails clicking slightly on the surface.
"Ludwig."
There was an indeterminable noise, with a groan almost pained, before Yai looked down to a hand raised to his shoulder, lightly but firmly taking a hold what of his clothes it could feel to push him away. An angry, restrained, blue eye pierced the darkness from the folds, narrowing briefly in confusion as they scanned the other man, before the hand tightened around the arm, knuckles whitening under the grip.
“.....Siam...?”
Narrowed eyes flicked over the frame before him, eyes squinted through the slight alcholic haze that made everything blur slightly, before there was a rough bang, Ludwig glancing up fracturedly as the walls of the dismal bar trembled lightly, the glasses echoing the ringing of the nearby bombs, his glass sent ricocheting towards the edge of the table. Ludwigs eyes flicked shut briefly, before he released his grip on the arm, lurching forward slightly, fingers skimming the surface of the glass before it hit the floor, shattering.
“It has been a while, pêuan. I’ve changed; it is Thailand now. Ana…. Though we have both changed; -especially you, in fact. It’s hard to believe you were a knight to begin with.”
Ludwig looked up, eyes bleared, blinking slowly, yet constantly, from the fractured bloom of glass shards glistening lightly on the floor.
“…Ana. It was to be expected though, wasn’t it; the eventual abandonment of Italy? He knew you would turn on him so quickly, which was why he was prepared, sent the telegram, am I not right?” There was a rustle of paper as papers were brought up, crinkled, stained, from the breifcase that apparently the Asian had had all along, the flash of the printed seal of the Italian Security Agency flashing breifly from the papers before they were moved rapidly onto the bar top. The buckle of the case re-fastened hurriedly, Ludwig watched as thin hands spread open across the sheets, the man leaning up, spreading them out as far as they could go along the bar.
"Wh... what do you want?"
The other mans gaze flicked up to his, spread fingers on the documents securing them in place as the remaining hand slipped now from the counter into his coat.
“Peace, Ludwig. What else?"
There was another rocketing crash, an increasing crescendo of crashes as the building shook again so hard that the back shelf of the bar fell. The Asian continued regardless, hands moving effeiciently through his coat as the increasing rain of glass pinned the sheets to the rotting wood, before a glimmer of white, a black and white picture landing on top of the pile. A hanged man and woman mutilated to the point beyond recognition, unrecognisable as even human, grotesque- and Ludwig remembered these photos, the large black and bold print headlines, 'DIE TOTEN FUR UNS'-- There was a clatter of wood as the stool Ludwig had previously claimed was shoved to the floor, away from him, disturbed, glazed blue narrowing in angry, barely-comprehending focus on the other man, cold hands gripping his shoulders. Smooth chestnut flicked up to meet his, the clear depths strangely calm and peaceful, and Ludwig forced the other mans face closer to his, breath, stinking of alcohol and gunpowder, panting in hot wisps of breath.
“Siam, this is a war. Just what do you think you are doing-"
"Feliciano." There was a grip on the back of his head as the other mans hand flew up, twisting firmly into the strands of hair as his other hand covered his eyes, before Ludwig felt warm skin press softly against his lips, twisting lightly in a chaste movement, before the hand was removed, and the grip gone. In the stunned silence, Thailand seemed to regard him calmly, but his eyes were darker, more troubled, gleamed slightly with concern.
"...love. In that photo... that could have been them, your italies. Do you not understand? Consider it, Ludwig."
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Characters/Pairings: Germany, Thailand, implied Germany/Veneziano, slight Thailand/Germanu
Summary: A bar, falling apart amidst the bombing raids of late Eastern Germany. Thailand tries to enlighten his fellow partner.
Words: 1385
Notes: with his tongue. Whilst this started off as an experiment into Thailand's character in a GermanyxThailand, it has turned into something else.
Strange blossoms, strange passion. <3
the second part is set in the latter part of WW2, after 1943 with the split of Italy, around late 1944-45.
It originally had a /lot/ more historical ideas and basis, but it got lost in the mix. I'll post a more historical one another time.
a little bit of explanation: Thailand had an agreement with Japan in WW2, but never fully got involved. (which at the time spelt for me = link with the Axis) With a main religion of Buddihsm, becoming a monk is a great honour, and thus he strives for peace. The Kingdom of Siam, confidence and age, as never conquered (although not really a Kingdom anymore) - which cumulate in what this was originally going to be: a conflict of philosophies. Germany, science, Darwinism (in the early 1900 setting, with worries of specie degradation.), Ludwig thus seeing the war as necessary (this being ww1) in light of ambition, as to strive is to accord to the natural order and evolve. Thailand disagrees, as he sees no point to ambition, his kingdom relatively unconquered and happy as it is. He thus tried to discourage war and create peace.
non-history, Yai Sai = Thailand to me, currently; Yai is his nickname, Sai his last, he goes by his nickname, which means 'big'.
However, not 'the big sword'. ¬__¬
---
world war one
a half remembered conversation, along the banks of the river Rhine after the declaration of Armistice.
"Aren't you suppposed to be, ya'na, related to knights or something? As, Sheibe, if I am pronouncing it right, you do not look like much. It was the Teutonic Knights, correct?
...ana- I mean, I never tried to get involved; there is no point to such violence, just be happy with what you have. Ambition beyond that leads to destruction. You have to admit that has been the major flaw in the thoughts of subsequent generations over the years.”
“…do you know what you are saying, Siam? Bruder…- that was the philosophy meine bruder lived by. Lived for. Died for.”
There was a movement from the huddled mass before him, before he caught the glimpse of an angry, violent blue, the hand that had been resting lightly on the table outstretched now, muscle twitching faintly, restrained, inches from the blossom of broken glass.
“And there are no flaws in that philosophy. We are a race of the fittest, in the struggle to survive; we must fight, we must strive, or die. It is the rule of Nature, Siam. What you ask, to stop growth itself, is condemning us, the species, our race, to degradation, and eventual extinction.”
“That is one side of the argument, peuan.”
“I am not interested in an argument based on idealistic fantasies-“
“-yet you make unsupported remarks yourself. What do you have, to deny these philosphies? I have years of a kingdom, uncorrupted reign.”
It was silent for a while. Ludwig noted the fact as the flow of the blood finally slowed, checking his arm, before relieving the pressure, wrapping up the sodden bandage lightly and tossing it to the side.
“There is no longer a point in this conversation Siam. There never was one to begin with. My opinion will not change. Leave.”
--
world war two.
The man's mouth was split into a grin, teeth flashing in an easy gleam of white untainted by the dim yellow light that stained the walls from the flickering light, as it reflected, fractured, off the wood of the long bar that stretched across half the room. Yai stood in the black, comforting darkness of the doorway, breathing steady, in the slow puffs of steam, until his eyes stopped on the vague shape slumped in the corner. He was where he was to be expected. Drunk, in the soured light of the farthest crumbling bar in Eastern Germany; or what remained of it, currently. He reached the bar, fingers resting lightly against the mttled wood, short nails clicking slightly on the surface.
"Ludwig."
There was an indeterminable noise, with a groan almost pained, before Yai looked down to a hand raised to his shoulder, lightly but firmly taking a hold what of his clothes it could feel to push him away. An angry, restrained, blue eye pierced the darkness from the folds, narrowing briefly in confusion as they scanned the other man, before the hand tightened around the arm, knuckles whitening under the grip.
“.....Siam...?”
Narrowed eyes flicked over the frame before him, eyes squinted through the slight alcholic haze that made everything blur slightly, before there was a rough bang, Ludwig glancing up fracturedly as the walls of the dismal bar trembled lightly, the glasses echoing the ringing of the nearby bombs, his glass sent ricocheting towards the edge of the table. Ludwigs eyes flicked shut briefly, before he released his grip on the arm, lurching forward slightly, fingers skimming the surface of the glass before it hit the floor, shattering.
“It has been a while, pêuan. I’ve changed; it is Thailand now. Ana…. Though we have both changed; -especially you, in fact. It’s hard to believe you were a knight to begin with.”
Ludwig looked up, eyes bleared, blinking slowly, yet constantly, from the fractured bloom of glass shards glistening lightly on the floor.
“…Ana. It was to be expected though, wasn’t it; the eventual abandonment of Italy? He knew you would turn on him so quickly, which was why he was prepared, sent the telegram, am I not right?” There was a rustle of paper as papers were brought up, crinkled, stained, from the breifcase that apparently the Asian had had all along, the flash of the printed seal of the Italian Security Agency flashing breifly from the papers before they were moved rapidly onto the bar top. The buckle of the case re-fastened hurriedly, Ludwig watched as thin hands spread open across the sheets, the man leaning up, spreading them out as far as they could go along the bar.
"Wh... what do you want?"
The other mans gaze flicked up to his, spread fingers on the documents securing them in place as the remaining hand slipped now from the counter into his coat.
“Peace, Ludwig. What else?"
There was another rocketing crash, an increasing crescendo of crashes as the building shook again so hard that the back shelf of the bar fell. The Asian continued regardless, hands moving effeiciently through his coat as the increasing rain of glass pinned the sheets to the rotting wood, before a glimmer of white, a black and white picture landing on top of the pile. A hanged man and woman mutilated to the point beyond recognition, unrecognisable as even human, grotesque- and Ludwig remembered these photos, the large black and bold print headlines, 'DIE TOTEN FUR UNS'-- There was a clatter of wood as the stool Ludwig had previously claimed was shoved to the floor, away from him, disturbed, glazed blue narrowing in angry, barely-comprehending focus on the other man, cold hands gripping his shoulders. Smooth chestnut flicked up to meet his, the clear depths strangely calm and peaceful, and Ludwig forced the other mans face closer to his, breath, stinking of alcohol and gunpowder, panting in hot wisps of breath.
“Siam, this is a war. Just what do you think you are doing-"
"Feliciano." There was a grip on the back of his head as the other mans hand flew up, twisting firmly into the strands of hair as his other hand covered his eyes, before Ludwig felt warm skin press softly against his lips, twisting lightly in a chaste movement, before the hand was removed, and the grip gone. In the stunned silence, Thailand seemed to regard him calmly, but his eyes were darker, more troubled, gleamed slightly with concern.
"...love. In that photo... that could have been them, your italies. Do you not understand? Consider it, Ludwig."