Hetalia - Towards German Unity
Title: Towards German Unity
Pairing: Prussia/femGermany
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Beta: aoi-aka
Warnings: genderbends, historical references
Summary: In the summer of 1848 the Crown of German Emperor was offered to the Prussian King. It was (not) politely turned down, the German States being a mess at the time. Prussia himself has other ideas.
Towards German Unity
25 February 1803, Vienna
Reichsdeputationshauptschluss (formally the "Principal Conclusion of the Extraordinary Imperial Delegation") was passed by the Reichstag (Imperial Diet) of the Holy Roman Empire. It proved to be the last significant law enacted by the Empire before its dissolution in 1806.
This law was established to redistribute the territorial sovereignty within the Empire and to compensate numerous German princes for territories that had been annexed by France as a result of the wars of the French Revolution. Some historians argue that this was the start of German unification as the amount of German states started to drastically decrease as stronger territories engulfed the weaker ones.
Historians do not make mention of the blonde toddler that appeared shortly after and was made a member of the Austrian Duke’s head adviser’s vast household. Lord Edelstein did not think it prudent to bother humans with matters beyond their understanding.
Part 1
2 April 1849, Berlin
The German Confederation slipped out of the meeting hall quietly, unable to bear the stifled silence and pained politeness any longer. In the great hall, her delegates remained: the young idealistic intellectuals facing harsh political reality in the form of the Prussian King and his council.
She moved quietly through the formal corridors of the royal palace towards the living quarters of the castle. The adolescent German Confederation was so caught up in her own embarrassment and anger that she did not really register where she was heading. She did not need to think about it. She had spent many years here as a child when the Austrian Empire and the Prussia Kingdom had passed her between them like a poor relation until her people had taken fate into their own hands and started a nationalist revolution.
A successful nationalist revolution that had just offered the crown of Germany to Prussia’s King. And been turned down.
The German Confederation did not cry as she walked towards her old sleeping quarters. She had been dissolved, sent into limbo and recreated into her present form before she had been old enough to attend a political meeting. This little set back was nothing to her, really. She opened the door to her old suite of rooms and walked straight to her old bedroom. She would wash her face, calm down and be presentable when they left. The king’s rejection did not mean she would break her facade of calm.
The sight of her old bedroom, which she lived in on and off for thirty years, turned into a dark and dusty storage room full of crates. That could however make her shed quite a few tears.
The Prussian Kingdom seethed, having been kicked out of the meeting by his own damn king. King Friedrich’s aids had become adept at sensing when he was about to try and maul someone in front of visiting diplomats.
Frankly he felt that an international incident should be the least of the council’s worries. Just bluntly turning down Luise’s little proposal like that, when she always took things so seriously. He should have gotten the chance to tell her gently, in private, maybe with her sitting on his lap, her pretty curves pressed against his arm while she pouted prettily and begged the most awesome Prussia to join in unholy union with her and her unplucked nationhood… Okay so maybe there would have had to be a chaperon or ten there with them, for the sake of decency.
But his desire for her was completely understandable, to his eyes anyway. Most countries were androgynous. Some were pretty, others handsome, most could be both with the right clothing and lighting. Hungary and Venice were far from the first Nations to confuse others, and themselves, with their gender and they would not be the last.
When she hit puberty, however, the newly christened German Confederation had proved the exception to the rule. Prussia, and probably Austria too, had thanked God nightly that Luise had been safely out of France’s clutches before her culture had started emerging.
Prussia sometimes wondered at the world’s irony in making one of the only masculine named countries in Europe into a living vision of womanliness. Her curves had pressed enticingly against the dark blue corset she had worn in the meeting and the wide-necked gown which had displayed a large portion of her back was going to play a significant role in his dreams tonight.
As he headed towards his suite (and why with every new king did his quarters get further away from the formal part of the castle?) he caught the distant sound of a door being shut. It came from the direction of Luise’s old rooms, in the next part of the wing.
Prussia did not even stop to consider going in, he just went. He knew exactly who it was. Luise always withdrew to nurse her hurts in private. Unlike Prussia, who liked to spread his hurts out on as many people and nations as possible.
Stopping at the closed bedroom door he knocked. A hiccupping sound, followed by a chocking “Go away!”
Gilbert entered anyway.
The German Confederation sat on a crate, her eyes blotchy and her lips bitten to suppress sobs. She started to her feet at seeing Prussia, about to yell something, only to stop as another sob escaped instead. This apparently only made her angrier as she stood with her hands clenched, her face (and a lot of her lovely neck, shoulders and chest) flushed.
Part of Prussia wanted to go up to her and hold a tissue to her nose to blow on, like he had when she had been a tiny little Diet. Most of him wanted to go up to her and start kissing her wrinkled brow, then her eyes, then her cheek, then lower and lower and lower…
Prussia’s little foray into his id gave Luise the time she needed to regain her voice and bury her anger deep within her, “I… where are all my things?”
Prussia focused his gaze back onto Luise’s face, “Things?”
“My possessions Prussia! This was my bedroom for 30 years but nothing in the crates is mine, it’s all yours!” Luise gestured angrily to the half open crates that had apparently been pried open with bare hands.
Prussia’s voice was quiet for once, “Oh yeah, I had them moved.”
“Moved where?”
“My room.”
Luise opened her mouth but nothing came out. After a few seconds of them staring at each other, she turned away holding her arms together protectively, “Why…why would you do that?” She asked softly.
Prussia answered just as softly, “Well, you know. When your king goes riding into city capitals wearing other countries colours, and announces you’re going to merge with them, you think it means something.”
“Your king just told my delegates that he would never accept a crown from them without the German nobles consent.” Luise sniffed back a tear, “But I could see the disgust in his eyes. He would never agree to be my king. Let me get my things Prussia, I am done here.”
“My king is a moody, crowd pleasing idiot who needs to pick a side for once and stay on it…but he has a point.”
Luise’s back snapped ramrod straight as if she had just been shot.
“Not about you being disgusting, you’re not. But… you’re young and your borders are so… messy. And your people are under the control of young idealists, not experienced politicians. The Princes of Germany will never support them.” Prussia looked at the subdued figure before him, still facing way from him. The revelation of his intentions lay awkwardly between them.
“Today your people want to join with me. Tomorrow they might want to reunite with Austria. And I promise you, he has no intention of politely turning you down.”
Luise shuddered at the name. “Austria is never going to let this go. He’s going to fling this… rejection at me every time I lift my eyes off the floor. ‘Oh look it’s the German Confederation who even Prussia with his conquering streak did not want!’”
“If that prissy baton wielding prat,” Gilbert growled, putting his hands on Luise’s bare shoulders and turning her to face him. “Gives you so much as a sharp look you just ask him…” he stopped for a second registering the warm flesh under his palms and bright blue eyes that stared at him. “What it’s like having a mistress who hates you so much you have to get Russia’s help to make her stay.”
Luise swallowed shallowly and trembled under his grip.
“If you and I were to merge,” Luise stared at him without blinking. “It can’t be like that.” His hands slowly slid off her shoulders to her waist. “You, all of you, your people and princes and universities all have to want it.” Luise’s chest was touching his, but her eyes were too deep and warm for him to look down. “There has to be no question of it being turned down, no peers to consult because our Emperor will be without equal.” Luise finally looked away from his gleaming gaze but Gilbert continued regardless. “And if Austria tries to stop us, you will be strong enough to shut him up yourself.”
That made her smile and turn her head back to face him. And press her soft young lips against his smirking ones.
Their kiss was soft and hesitant, then soft and inquisitive, then Luise lost her focus and bit Gilbert’s bottom lip accidently. She tried to start back but Gilbert followed her, glued to her mouth and chest and waist and hips.
Luise was still growing but already her figure was ripe and yielding. Her breasts deserved a lot of attention, but Gilbert found her curving hips which he caressed gently, just as enticing.
He took a few steps back, seated himself on a crate and pulled Luise towards him, to stand between his legs. She looked nervous and began to bite her lower lip as she looked down at him. Gilbert started again by gently kissing her chin, savouring the skin on her neck and finally reaching the mounds of those beautiful breasts. His hands had roamed over her luscious body, looking forward to devouring the young morsel and watching her beg for more.
He slowly lowered the top of her gown off her shoulders to fully reveal her perky breasts. Gilbert was transfixed by the sight of her flushed skin. Her rosy nipples were begging for attention and Gilbert couldn’t resist. He slowly bent his head down to lap a nipple while a hand cupped the other breast.
Luise let out a very soft moan. She didn’t resist at all, completely out of her depth and when his tongue touched her, her knees gave out. Gilbert caught her in time before she hit the floor.
A few sarcastic remarks flashed through his mind, but Luise looked so distraught and so ravishable that he took pity on her and kissed her while untangling his hands from her clothes.
“Let me show you my room.” He said huskily in her red ear, helping her pull up her gown again, although somehow his thumb flicked her other neglected nipple as he did, “You can tell me what you want to take with you.” One last squeeze to her soft bottom, “And what you want to leave behind.”
Later the Prussian Kingdom would regret his kind action and curse himself for not taking his would-be bride’s virtue right there in her childhood bedroom amidst crates and dust.
They had not gotten to his suite when a serving man icily informed Prussia that the German Intellectuals (which he made sound like diseased rats) were leaving and wanted to know where their ward (distasteful look at her flushed face and rumpled gown) was.
It was an abashed and upset German Confederation (and why should she not be upset, being so rudely rejected by that war mongering Prussia, asked the German deputies) and an angry and disappointed Kingdom of Prussia (and so he should be angry, said the king’s advisers, when a young upstart of a nation tries to cling to his coat tails and steal his hard work) that parted that day, without so much as a kiss good-bye.
Prussia only had to wait until the party was out of sight before turning his anger onto the entire royal council. Luise had to wait until the party finally stopped at an inn overnight before crying herself to sleep.
Chapter 2
Pairing: Prussia/femGermany
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Beta: aoi-aka
Warnings: genderbends, historical references
Summary: In the summer of 1848 the Crown of German Emperor was offered to the Prussian King. It was (not) politely turned down, the German States being a mess at the time. Prussia himself has other ideas.
Towards German Unity
25 February 1803, Vienna
Reichsdeputationshauptschluss (formally the "Principal Conclusion of the Extraordinary Imperial Delegation") was passed by the Reichstag (Imperial Diet) of the Holy Roman Empire. It proved to be the last significant law enacted by the Empire before its dissolution in 1806.
This law was established to redistribute the territorial sovereignty within the Empire and to compensate numerous German princes for territories that had been annexed by France as a result of the wars of the French Revolution. Some historians argue that this was the start of German unification as the amount of German states started to drastically decrease as stronger territories engulfed the weaker ones.
Historians do not make mention of the blonde toddler that appeared shortly after and was made a member of the Austrian Duke’s head adviser’s vast household. Lord Edelstein did not think it prudent to bother humans with matters beyond their understanding.
Part 1
2 April 1849, Berlin
The German Confederation slipped out of the meeting hall quietly, unable to bear the stifled silence and pained politeness any longer. In the great hall, her delegates remained: the young idealistic intellectuals facing harsh political reality in the form of the Prussian King and his council.
She moved quietly through the formal corridors of the royal palace towards the living quarters of the castle. The adolescent German Confederation was so caught up in her own embarrassment and anger that she did not really register where she was heading. She did not need to think about it. She had spent many years here as a child when the Austrian Empire and the Prussia Kingdom had passed her between them like a poor relation until her people had taken fate into their own hands and started a nationalist revolution.
A successful nationalist revolution that had just offered the crown of Germany to Prussia’s King. And been turned down.
The German Confederation did not cry as she walked towards her old sleeping quarters. She had been dissolved, sent into limbo and recreated into her present form before she had been old enough to attend a political meeting. This little set back was nothing to her, really. She opened the door to her old suite of rooms and walked straight to her old bedroom. She would wash her face, calm down and be presentable when they left. The king’s rejection did not mean she would break her facade of calm.
The sight of her old bedroom, which she lived in on and off for thirty years, turned into a dark and dusty storage room full of crates. That could however make her shed quite a few tears.
The Prussian Kingdom seethed, having been kicked out of the meeting by his own damn king. King Friedrich’s aids had become adept at sensing when he was about to try and maul someone in front of visiting diplomats.
Frankly he felt that an international incident should be the least of the council’s worries. Just bluntly turning down Luise’s little proposal like that, when she always took things so seriously. He should have gotten the chance to tell her gently, in private, maybe with her sitting on his lap, her pretty curves pressed against his arm while she pouted prettily and begged the most awesome Prussia to join in unholy union with her and her unplucked nationhood… Okay so maybe there would have had to be a chaperon or ten there with them, for the sake of decency.
But his desire for her was completely understandable, to his eyes anyway. Most countries were androgynous. Some were pretty, others handsome, most could be both with the right clothing and lighting. Hungary and Venice were far from the first Nations to confuse others, and themselves, with their gender and they would not be the last.
When she hit puberty, however, the newly christened German Confederation had proved the exception to the rule. Prussia, and probably Austria too, had thanked God nightly that Luise had been safely out of France’s clutches before her culture had started emerging.
Prussia sometimes wondered at the world’s irony in making one of the only masculine named countries in Europe into a living vision of womanliness. Her curves had pressed enticingly against the dark blue corset she had worn in the meeting and the wide-necked gown which had displayed a large portion of her back was going to play a significant role in his dreams tonight.
As he headed towards his suite (and why with every new king did his quarters get further away from the formal part of the castle?) he caught the distant sound of a door being shut. It came from the direction of Luise’s old rooms, in the next part of the wing.
Prussia did not even stop to consider going in, he just went. He knew exactly who it was. Luise always withdrew to nurse her hurts in private. Unlike Prussia, who liked to spread his hurts out on as many people and nations as possible.
Stopping at the closed bedroom door he knocked. A hiccupping sound, followed by a chocking “Go away!”
Gilbert entered anyway.
The German Confederation sat on a crate, her eyes blotchy and her lips bitten to suppress sobs. She started to her feet at seeing Prussia, about to yell something, only to stop as another sob escaped instead. This apparently only made her angrier as she stood with her hands clenched, her face (and a lot of her lovely neck, shoulders and chest) flushed.
Part of Prussia wanted to go up to her and hold a tissue to her nose to blow on, like he had when she had been a tiny little Diet. Most of him wanted to go up to her and start kissing her wrinkled brow, then her eyes, then her cheek, then lower and lower and lower…
Prussia’s little foray into his id gave Luise the time she needed to regain her voice and bury her anger deep within her, “I… where are all my things?”
Prussia focused his gaze back onto Luise’s face, “Things?”
“My possessions Prussia! This was my bedroom for 30 years but nothing in the crates is mine, it’s all yours!” Luise gestured angrily to the half open crates that had apparently been pried open with bare hands.
Prussia’s voice was quiet for once, “Oh yeah, I had them moved.”
“Moved where?”
“My room.”
Luise opened her mouth but nothing came out. After a few seconds of them staring at each other, she turned away holding her arms together protectively, “Why…why would you do that?” She asked softly.
Prussia answered just as softly, “Well, you know. When your king goes riding into city capitals wearing other countries colours, and announces you’re going to merge with them, you think it means something.”
“Your king just told my delegates that he would never accept a crown from them without the German nobles consent.” Luise sniffed back a tear, “But I could see the disgust in his eyes. He would never agree to be my king. Let me get my things Prussia, I am done here.”
“My king is a moody, crowd pleasing idiot who needs to pick a side for once and stay on it…but he has a point.”
Luise’s back snapped ramrod straight as if she had just been shot.
“Not about you being disgusting, you’re not. But… you’re young and your borders are so… messy. And your people are under the control of young idealists, not experienced politicians. The Princes of Germany will never support them.” Prussia looked at the subdued figure before him, still facing way from him. The revelation of his intentions lay awkwardly between them.
“Today your people want to join with me. Tomorrow they might want to reunite with Austria. And I promise you, he has no intention of politely turning you down.”
Luise shuddered at the name. “Austria is never going to let this go. He’s going to fling this… rejection at me every time I lift my eyes off the floor. ‘Oh look it’s the German Confederation who even Prussia with his conquering streak did not want!’”
“If that prissy baton wielding prat,” Gilbert growled, putting his hands on Luise’s bare shoulders and turning her to face him. “Gives you so much as a sharp look you just ask him…” he stopped for a second registering the warm flesh under his palms and bright blue eyes that stared at him. “What it’s like having a mistress who hates you so much you have to get Russia’s help to make her stay.”
Luise swallowed shallowly and trembled under his grip.
“If you and I were to merge,” Luise stared at him without blinking. “It can’t be like that.” His hands slowly slid off her shoulders to her waist. “You, all of you, your people and princes and universities all have to want it.” Luise’s chest was touching his, but her eyes were too deep and warm for him to look down. “There has to be no question of it being turned down, no peers to consult because our Emperor will be without equal.” Luise finally looked away from his gleaming gaze but Gilbert continued regardless. “And if Austria tries to stop us, you will be strong enough to shut him up yourself.”
That made her smile and turn her head back to face him. And press her soft young lips against his smirking ones.
Their kiss was soft and hesitant, then soft and inquisitive, then Luise lost her focus and bit Gilbert’s bottom lip accidently. She tried to start back but Gilbert followed her, glued to her mouth and chest and waist and hips.
Luise was still growing but already her figure was ripe and yielding. Her breasts deserved a lot of attention, but Gilbert found her curving hips which he caressed gently, just as enticing.
He took a few steps back, seated himself on a crate and pulled Luise towards him, to stand between his legs. She looked nervous and began to bite her lower lip as she looked down at him. Gilbert started again by gently kissing her chin, savouring the skin on her neck and finally reaching the mounds of those beautiful breasts. His hands had roamed over her luscious body, looking forward to devouring the young morsel and watching her beg for more.
He slowly lowered the top of her gown off her shoulders to fully reveal her perky breasts. Gilbert was transfixed by the sight of her flushed skin. Her rosy nipples were begging for attention and Gilbert couldn’t resist. He slowly bent his head down to lap a nipple while a hand cupped the other breast.
Luise let out a very soft moan. She didn’t resist at all, completely out of her depth and when his tongue touched her, her knees gave out. Gilbert caught her in time before she hit the floor.
A few sarcastic remarks flashed through his mind, but Luise looked so distraught and so ravishable that he took pity on her and kissed her while untangling his hands from her clothes.
“Let me show you my room.” He said huskily in her red ear, helping her pull up her gown again, although somehow his thumb flicked her other neglected nipple as he did, “You can tell me what you want to take with you.” One last squeeze to her soft bottom, “And what you want to leave behind.”
Later the Prussian Kingdom would regret his kind action and curse himself for not taking his would-be bride’s virtue right there in her childhood bedroom amidst crates and dust.
They had not gotten to his suite when a serving man icily informed Prussia that the German Intellectuals (which he made sound like diseased rats) were leaving and wanted to know where their ward (distasteful look at her flushed face and rumpled gown) was.
It was an abashed and upset German Confederation (and why should she not be upset, being so rudely rejected by that war mongering Prussia, asked the German deputies) and an angry and disappointed Kingdom of Prussia (and so he should be angry, said the king’s advisers, when a young upstart of a nation tries to cling to his coat tails and steal his hard work) that parted that day, without so much as a kiss good-bye.
Prussia only had to wait until the party was out of sight before turning his anger onto the entire royal council. Luise had to wait until the party finally stopped at an inn overnight before crying herself to sleep.
Chapter 2