Cross-posted from hetachallenge
Title: East Berlin
Author: kira
Claim: Prussia
Character(s): Prussia
Table/Prompt: Angst/ Prompt #2; Loneliness
Word Count: 941
Rating: PG13
Summary: Prussia seeks comfort in his diaries, while living in Russia’s house…
Author’s note: Thanks go out to my beta, Jen, for looking this over.
Prussia paced the length of his room and back. He was now living in Russia’s house in the aftermath of WWII, and feeling the weight of oppression as East Germany of all things. He had lost his home, his friends, and worst of all, his brother. Lonely, he spent his days thinking about his beloved King, Frederick II. Knowing Frederick had faced similar hardships throughout his life, made it somewhat easier to bear. He paused in front of a large wall to wall bookshelf, gazing at the years scrawled on the spines of his vast collection of personal diaries. He pulled one out at random, and sitting down in the window seat, he began to read.
As he read, a smile tugged at the corners of Prussia’s mouth. It was about the time Prince Frederick spent in Küstrin. It had been a terrible time for the two of them, the Crown Prince wallowing in his guilt over his friend’s death, before throwing himself into the studies that were forced upon him and Prussia stuck by the King’s side the whole time. But the two of them came out of it unscathed as Prussia liked to put it, and they did meet up again, however briefly, during Princess Wilhelmina’s wedding. Plus it was not long before the Crown Prince was back in Berlin to stay.
Prussia thumbed through several entries, the loneliness he felt in his writing making him feel worse. He had written about the day to day life in the palace, and the fights between father and son. It called to mind Frederick’s depression and all the times he wanted to just give up and die, because things were so unbearable. Prussia looked up from his diary, feeling the same way. Things were god-awful, his people were unhappy about losing the same things he had and the yoke of Communism was a heavy one. As he sat there, he came to the realization that Frederick had gone on, despite his hardships in life, and even more important, he remembered how devastated Frederick was when his beloved sister had died, but the king still managed to deal with life. The thought of his brother having to go through his death without him at his side to get him through it, despite the ridiculousness of it all, shook Prussia from the depression that had threatened to overwhelm him. He shook his head at himself, wondering when he had become such an idiot as to think he would be around to comfort his brother once he was dead.
Closing the diary, Prussia got up and replaced it on the shelf. He chose another one in its place. Prussia nearly put back after opening it and scanning a few entries. It was about Frederick’s last years. His health had been declining and he had grown even more reclusive, spending much of his time at his beloved estate of Sans Souci. Prussia closed the diary as an overwhelming feeling of sadness washed over him. Frederick II had been found dead in his chair at the age of seventy four. Prussia found his successor, Frederick William II, to be okay, but not the best at the time. Putting the diary back on the shelf, Prussia wondered if that was because he never really had a chance to mourn him. Sure, other leaders had come and gone, but he had not missed them to the degree with which he missed Old Fritz, then again, he had never became close to any of them the way he had with Frederick. Sighing softly, he began pacing again, trying to banish his feelings of loneliness, and failing miserably. He stopped in front of the window again and looked out at Berlin. The shadow of a smile tugged his lips briefly upwards.
“Hey, Fritz, wherever you are, please watch over me, okay? And try not to hate me too much… I’m sorry, but our previous boss was a real sick bastard and he really corrupted my poor little brother badly. He took your ideas and twisted them with his own darkness and well… I’m now stuck here in Russia or whatever the hell he’s calling himself now.” He smiled bitterly. “I just hope that bitch Catherine isn’t giving you a hard time about me being here now. Who the hell told her she could be great, hunh?” He snorted.
“Anyway… I’ll try to get to Potsdam one of these days and take a look around at San Souci, you know, make sure they didn’t damage it in the war and all. It’s just that that ass, I mean my current boss, is doing such a shit job of it, it makes things difficult around here, you know? Hell, I hate being part of Russia now.” He sighed bitterly. “Plus I miss you more than I’ve ever missed you before and well… I’m kind of afraid of going there and missing you even more… And who the hell am I kidding? I’ve missed you since the day you were gone, but now I feel it more than ever.” Prussia sighed softly. “Losing sucks, but this time, Fritz, it was for the best, but I promise you, one of these days, I’ll come back stronger than ever! And we’ll show the world just how great we were!”
A sudden chill filled the room and Prussia shivered. Instead of being upset about it, he smiled. “Thanks, Old Man…” Folding his arms across his chest, Prussia felt his loneliness easing. He was sure Frederick II was watching over him and he felt better about how things had turned out since the end of the War.
Author: kira
Claim: Prussia
Character(s): Prussia
Table/Prompt: Angst/ Prompt #2; Loneliness
Word Count: 941
Rating: PG13
Summary: Prussia seeks comfort in his diaries, while living in Russia’s house…
Author’s note: Thanks go out to my beta, Jen, for looking this over.
Prussia paced the length of his room and back. He was now living in Russia’s house in the aftermath of WWII, and feeling the weight of oppression as East Germany of all things. He had lost his home, his friends, and worst of all, his brother. Lonely, he spent his days thinking about his beloved King, Frederick II. Knowing Frederick had faced similar hardships throughout his life, made it somewhat easier to bear. He paused in front of a large wall to wall bookshelf, gazing at the years scrawled on the spines of his vast collection of personal diaries. He pulled one out at random, and sitting down in the window seat, he began to read.
As he read, a smile tugged at the corners of Prussia’s mouth. It was about the time Prince Frederick spent in Küstrin. It had been a terrible time for the two of them, the Crown Prince wallowing in his guilt over his friend’s death, before throwing himself into the studies that were forced upon him and Prussia stuck by the King’s side the whole time. But the two of them came out of it unscathed as Prussia liked to put it, and they did meet up again, however briefly, during Princess Wilhelmina’s wedding. Plus it was not long before the Crown Prince was back in Berlin to stay.
Prussia thumbed through several entries, the loneliness he felt in his writing making him feel worse. He had written about the day to day life in the palace, and the fights between father and son. It called to mind Frederick’s depression and all the times he wanted to just give up and die, because things were so unbearable. Prussia looked up from his diary, feeling the same way. Things were god-awful, his people were unhappy about losing the same things he had and the yoke of Communism was a heavy one. As he sat there, he came to the realization that Frederick had gone on, despite his hardships in life, and even more important, he remembered how devastated Frederick was when his beloved sister had died, but the king still managed to deal with life. The thought of his brother having to go through his death without him at his side to get him through it, despite the ridiculousness of it all, shook Prussia from the depression that had threatened to overwhelm him. He shook his head at himself, wondering when he had become such an idiot as to think he would be around to comfort his brother once he was dead.
Closing the diary, Prussia got up and replaced it on the shelf. He chose another one in its place. Prussia nearly put back after opening it and scanning a few entries. It was about Frederick’s last years. His health had been declining and he had grown even more reclusive, spending much of his time at his beloved estate of Sans Souci. Prussia closed the diary as an overwhelming feeling of sadness washed over him. Frederick II had been found dead in his chair at the age of seventy four. Prussia found his successor, Frederick William II, to be okay, but not the best at the time. Putting the diary back on the shelf, Prussia wondered if that was because he never really had a chance to mourn him. Sure, other leaders had come and gone, but he had not missed them to the degree with which he missed Old Fritz, then again, he had never became close to any of them the way he had with Frederick. Sighing softly, he began pacing again, trying to banish his feelings of loneliness, and failing miserably. He stopped in front of the window again and looked out at Berlin. The shadow of a smile tugged his lips briefly upwards.
“Hey, Fritz, wherever you are, please watch over me, okay? And try not to hate me too much… I’m sorry, but our previous boss was a real sick bastard and he really corrupted my poor little brother badly. He took your ideas and twisted them with his own darkness and well… I’m now stuck here in Russia or whatever the hell he’s calling himself now.” He smiled bitterly. “I just hope that bitch Catherine isn’t giving you a hard time about me being here now. Who the hell told her she could be great, hunh?” He snorted.
“Anyway… I’ll try to get to Potsdam one of these days and take a look around at San Souci, you know, make sure they didn’t damage it in the war and all. It’s just that that ass, I mean my current boss, is doing such a shit job of it, it makes things difficult around here, you know? Hell, I hate being part of Russia now.” He sighed bitterly. “Plus I miss you more than I’ve ever missed you before and well… I’m kind of afraid of going there and missing you even more… And who the hell am I kidding? I’ve missed you since the day you were gone, but now I feel it more than ever.” Prussia sighed softly. “Losing sucks, but this time, Fritz, it was for the best, but I promise you, one of these days, I’ll come back stronger than ever! And we’ll show the world just how great we were!”
A sudden chill filled the room and Prussia shivered. Instead of being upset about it, he smiled. “Thanks, Old Man…” Folding his arms across his chest, Prussia felt his loneliness easing. He was sure Frederick II was watching over him and he felt better about how things had turned out since the end of the War.