Towards German Unity 3
Title: Towards German Unity
Author: Jemsquash
Beta: aoi-aka
Genre: Romance
Rating: M
Warnings: Genderbends, history references, explicit physical affection
Summary: The Danish war is over and Prussia and Austria have more land to argue over. Luise decides to take a proactive step towards her goals.
Part 3
30 October 1864, Vienna
As the shock of his crippling defeat began to wear out, the aching pain of lost territory and people filled his whole being. The Kingdom of Denmark desperately looked for something to take his mind off the pain. That something was the German Confederation, who had sat silently behind the Austrian Empire during the peace treaty, her eyes darting between the floor and the Kingdom of Prussia’s back.
“So. Why were you even in there?” Mathias asked, leaning casually against the wall, trying to hide how his head ached from Schleswig-Holstein’s loss.
Luise looked back at the Kingdom, blinking in surprise. “You invaded my land. I declared war on you. I have to be here to sign the peace treaty.”
“Prussia and Austria declared war on me, sweetie,” Denmark gave in and massaged his forehead. “Prussia and Austria fought me, and Prussia and Austria were the ones who won.” Mathias frowned at that, Prussia especially had fought at a level of proficiency no one had foreseen. Last year Prussia had been in the grips of a major internal power struggle and now he had bounced back twice as good. And rubbing it in people’s faces.
“I wanted to fight! Austria wouldn’t let me go. He said I’d just get in the way.” Luise bit her lips regretting her outburst.
“The way you were staring at Prussia’s ass? You probably would have just been trouble,” Chuckled Denmark unkindly. “That’s why Tino always has to be in a separate division to Sigrid when they both fight. Her bosses know she’d protect him first and follow a battle plan second.” His eyes softened for an instant, thinking back to when his family had really been his, and then his migraine brought him back to the present and Luise’s staring face. “What?”
“Sweden… takes part in battles? Her bosses let her?”
“Let is the wrong word. Are unable to stop her is a better way to put it.” Denmark almost smiled at the young girl’s shocked face. “Why so shocked? We Nordics have always been the toughest nations around, Sigrid wasn’t going to sit back and let me and Norge have all the fun.”
Luise still stared. Mathias actually looked past her curves for the first time and realised the problem. Her hands had no gun or sword calluses, she did not have a single weapon on her and her body… It was fun to look at but soft, too soft for her to have had any exercise or military training. Mathias suspected she didn’t even have any education on the tactical side of war.
“You really are just a little figure head, aren’t you?” Mathias pushed himself off the wall with a frown, suddenly very angry. “You just sit around, waiting to see which state will own you this week and doing whatever they want. And now my people are just another thing Prussia and Austria can play tug of war with.”
Mathias stormed off, leaving a still Luise standing in the hallway.
The Danish War had been short and had ended decisively in Prussia’s (and Austria’s) favour. But it still had been an effort, especially since at the back of Gilbert’s head all the while his parliament and army officials still vied for power.
Without Otto, Gilbert thought as he slowly got ready for bed, he would have been at the mercy of liberals by now. He was so exhausted that even the thought of going in search of Luise was not enough to get him out of the guest quarters.
Fortunately, Luise managed to sneak into his room instead. “You look terrible.” Said Luise as he sat at the edge of his bed and thought how lovely she looked.
Tiredness made him short tempered. “We can’t all recover from power struggles as quickly as you.” Immediately he was sorry he had said it. “I didn’t mean it that way.”
“It’s fine.” Luise came nearer and knelt on the floor at Gilbert’s feet. “Denmark has just been telling me how useless I am anyway.”
“I’ll kill him in the morning,” Promised Gilbert reaching out a hand to Luise’s cheek.
Luise batted it away. “But he’s right. You and Austria go out and actually fight for your sides while I just sit and wait for news.” Her fingers started to trace patterns on Gilbert’s bare legs. “You do still want to merge with me, don’t you?”
“You think I got Holstein back for Austria?” Luise’s fingers stopped. “Yes, I do want to merge with you.” He said it as sincerely as he possibly could. The fingers resumed their journey up and down his thighs.
“I need to be stronger,” Luise whispered. “I want to fight by your side, like Hungary and Sweden do with their husbands.”
“Actually” said Gilbert as he opened his legs just a little, to see how she would react to his unclad state beneath his nightgown, “Both those women do the serious fighting with or without help.”
Luise did not hear him. She was focused on his parted legs and the reaction she had already awoken in him. She appeared to be breathing just a little too shallowly.
“Luise? …Little Reich?” She pulled her eyes away and looked up, flushing a deep pink. “You don’t have to stay down there. Come up onto the bed.” Gilbert reached down again to stroke her flushed cheeks.
“I- I bribed Czech to keep quiet… about me going out. But she won’t be for long. I thought this would be quick.” She took a deep breath and reached for the bottom button of his nightgown and quickly undid the last five buttons, exposing him fully from waist to knees, looking away as she did. When she had finished she steeled herself, glanced down at Gilbert’s uncovered crotch and licked her dry lips. “It… it won’t really get at big as five meter’s will it?”
Gilbert almost laughed. Almost. “No little Reich, that’s as big as I’ll get for now.”
Luise nodded, and shuffled forward, right between his legs. She put a hand on each knee making him spread them even wider, pushing aside the loss flaps of nightgown as well. He could feel her hot breath on his cock as she leaned forward when she stopped and looked up at him.
“Oh and the reason I came here was,” Gilbert cursed mentally. “I want you to keep me up to date with your government’s plans for me.” She smiled at his look of surprise. “I know you can set up a line of communication if you really wanted too.”
Her hand was actually on his ball sack, a finger gently stroking. “Seems reasonable.” He said in false disinterest.
“And I want your word you’ll get me military training; physical and strategic lessons.” Her other hand was on the base of his member, those fingers slowly trailing up and down the underside.
“I don’t think you’re going to need much lessons in strategy” said Gilbert. He focused on Luise’s face. “You know you didn’t have to do this to get me to agree.”
Luise let a happy smile break though her reserved guise. “I know that. I just thought it might be nice for you.”
“I’m not telling you to stop. Just that I already agree.”
“Okay.” Luise took a deep breath and leaned forward once more. Her mouth was hot, wet and hesitant on the head of his cock. Her tongue gently licked at it in little swipes feeling out the shape as she went.
After a while Gilbert put out a shaky hand and took one of hers from his hips to show her how to pull back his foreskin and hold it in place. He put his hand at the back of her neck, knowing she would need more guidance as they went along.
He let out a hiss as Luise started to lick his slit. Seeing his reaction she started to suck, her mouth still only around the very end of his cockhead. A drip of pre-cum made her pull back in surprise.
“There’s more of it Reich,” Gilbert said tugging her forward. “Just…just try licking around it.”
“But I have to be fast.” Luise frowned, using both her hands to hold his cock up to her mouth and keep the foreskin back. Gilbert braced himself not to thrust into her mouth as she engulfed as much of him as she could.
Later he stroked her blonde hair as she coughed and chocked on his cum, wiping her face with his nightgown. He had had much better and harder orgasms before, but this one left him with a lovely light headedness and sleepiness that was just what his tired body needed. Luise was young, he would teacher her everything she needed to know, later.
Gilbert gave Luise a few soft but enthusiastic kisses and opened the door for her.
“Eighteen months.” Luise looked at him. “That’s about how long you have to wait till I come and get you.”
“Or I come and find you.” Luise smiled, kissed him again then left, walking nonchalantly down the passage past a glaring Hungary.
Gilbert matched Elizabeta’s glare for a moment, then slammed and locked his door, good mood gone.
Interlude 1