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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Oct 30, 2015 20:55:33 GMT -5
After hearing more than one report about how his brother had reacted to his capture, Germany decided that one of his highest priorities was to see if he could put a stop to it. It wasn't his absolute first priority - he considered it more important to first check in at the front lines so that he could help ensure the safety of all of Europe not under Russian control. There had only been so much to do there, actually - England had done a fine job in his absence of managing the logistics of the war. Still, England is not him and he'd had many tweaks to the system to suggest that would help make everything run more efficiently. But once he'd done what he could at the command post, his next concern was his own people - who his brother had naturally stepped in to take charge of.
He doesn't blame Prussia for his reaction, necessarily - but that's because of centuries of being his brother. Prussia is Prussia, and to get angry at him for being Prussia is to rage over something that cannot and will not ever change. Not that his brother never changes, but change is a slow process for him and it takes something quite extreme - and even then the change is relatively minor. Take the years that they'd spent apart for instance. The time spent in Russia's house didn't do his brother any good - in Germany's eyes he's become lazy and unmotivated. Which isn't something that he blames him for - he's quite certain that those decades were extremely unpleasant and they probably would have changed him too. Still, even Russia couldn't do anything about Prussia's temper.
His brother wasn't the only one who changed during their time apart. Germany think he got the better hand in winding up under the care of England, France, and America. That was also extremely unpleasant, but he'd also found the experience to be quite educational. Though he wouldn't say so out loud, he now thinks that perhaps he wasn't quite prepared to take full charge of the nation away from his brother. He may have been around for a very long time before that, seemingly experienced enough to handle the task, but he'd spent too much of that time following orders. He may be an extremely talented leader, but he'd seldom had the opportunity to be the one to decide which direction he ought to be leading those who followed him. And Prussia could only advise him so much - his brother had led an empire, not a democracy.
Not that the trio of nations who took it upon themselves to both punish and help him know all the answers themselves and don't have their faults - far from it! But even idiots can teach you something if you're willing to listen, and though each of the three can be quite foolish when it comes to some things, they are quite wise in others. He'd already had a talent for logistics, leadership, efficiency, and a whole host of other qualities, but he can now add to them an understanding of how to best use them. Though at times he finds that perhaps some of their foolishness has also rubbed off on him unfortunately - not that he would admit to that.
Yet he is still Germany - he has a few more scars than he used to, but that doesn't change who he is. And he remains one of the few people who are capable of talking his brother out of something that he's set his mind to. Not every time, but while he agrees that Russia deserves to pay for what he's done, Prussia's current tactics are flawed and a waste of good soldiers, so he needs to put a stop to it. And it's with all of this stewing in his mind that he approaches the forward command post from which Prussia has been directing his operations. Hopefully, he'll find him there - if not, he suspects that he'll find his brother on the battlefield. As strong and as powerful as nations are there's only so much they can contribute personally to a battle, as the sheer number of men on each side outshines their efforts. Still, he knows all too well that desire to actually be out there where you can feel like you're physically doing something instead of standing there looking at a map and giving orders. That's how he ended up getting captured by Russia, actually.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2015 3:00:03 GMT -5
The distinct, cackling laugh that was characteristic of Gilbert Beilschmidt left the albino's upturned lips as he took down yet another enemy soldier, dodged a bullet and aimed his gun at the assailant. When the man dropped to the ground with a pained cry, Gilbert pointed his semi automatic pistol at the next soldier, taking him down just as easily.
He loved being on the battlefield. The thrill of the fight reminded him of olden days, of times of Prussian strength and greatness. He used to be so influential back in the day, a powerful and persistent military state worthy of respect. Those times were long since past, but Gilbert was still strong and possibly even more persistent than before. After all, the state of Prussia was officially dissolved in 1947 yet he was still here – almost a hundred years later – alive and well and reminiscing about times lost, the smell of lead and the decaying bodies on the battlefield only spurring him on, pushing him forward.
Yes, he no longer had his own place and his own militia to draw strength from, and maybe he didn’t hold much political power these days, but so what? He could still fuck people up and Ivan Braginsky was on his shit list!
Gilbert clenched his jaw as the tall and insufferable Russian entered his thoughts, a low, menacing growl leaving his dry and chapped lips that were the result of nervous biting and dehydration. He had been on the battlefield for what felt like days without pause, guiding his soldiers and aiding them in their harsh attack on Ivan. He was thirsty and tired, but he couldn’t take a break. Not yet. Gilbert was still angry, angrier than he had been in a very long time and he was channeling that rage into his assaults. But he wasn’t naïve; he knew his offensives likely wouldn’t help his imprisoned little brother escape Ivan’s clutches, but doing this felt like he was at least doing something useful – if not distracting Ivan so that Ludwig would hopefully have a chance to escape, then at least showing Ivan and the rest of the Joint Pact that he was still a force to be reckoned with.
After a few more hours of fighting, Gilbert lowered his weapon and wiped sweat and grime from his pale brow. He needed to catch his breath and update his journal, so he decided to return to his command post for the evening.
Gilbert had barely sunk into his chair when he felt it, the unmistakable presence of another nation. Ivan? No, this nation felt familiar in a way Ivan never could… Ludwig! Gilbert bolted out of his seat like a rocket and rushed to the door, anger momentarily replaced with excitement for seeing his brother again. Had Ludwig escaped or had someone rescued him?
He supposed he was about to find out.
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Nov 24, 2015 21:24:23 GMT -5
Never one to be overly emotional, unless that emotion is anger (at least while in public), when Germany determines where his brother is he simply changes course. Of course, as similar as the two brothers are, that is one trait that they do not share. Well, either that, or Prussia is simply much more angry and much more frequently - that's also a distinct possibility. So it doesn't surprise him when the door of his brother's place suddenly opens and the man himself appears.
It isn't difficult for him to read his brother - to see all the hints of exhaustion there on his features. Not the exhaustion of being tired and ready to quit, but the exhaustion that happens well beyond that point where you've been stubbornly refusing to listen to your body's needs for quite some time. And are probably not ready to quit yet, even. Prussia has been busy - but not the right kind of busy, and at what cost?
Of course, Germany has been busy too. Not while he was held captive - that was a tediously dull period for the most part, and the rest of the time was literally torture - but since he escaped he's been busy. If his brother expected him to limp in wearing blood stained rags, those ideas are well and truly dashed - he may have been quite hurt when he began his escape, but it took enough time to make it out of Moscow that he's back as strong as ever, and he also managed to find a change of clothing along the way. More than once, actually - after talking with England he managed to locate a proper uniform, fully outfitted with the proper insignia for a high-ranking general. In other words, he looks completely none the worse for the wear - the only thing about his appearance that proves that he wasn't vacationing in Tahiti instead is his complete lack of a tan (or a sunburn, for that matter).
Though he may not display much emotion on the surface, that doesn't mean that it isn't there or is completely invisible. He doesn't break into a run or absorb his brother in a giant bear hug, but he does quicken his pace and briefly grasp his brother by the shoulders when they come close, giving one of them a firm pat. "Mein Bruder!" is what he says in greeting, but he's quick to rush past the greeting and on to what he came here for. "Come, ve have much to discuss," he says, giving the shoulder another pat before he moves to step past his brother and get inside, where they can say all that they have to say in private.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 13:40:06 GMT -5
That Ludwig had a much higher pain tolerance than most was no news to Gilbert, yet seeing his brother looking no worse for wear than the last time he saw him still managed to surprise the awesome albino. Anyone who didn’t know that Ludwig had been imprisoned by Russia and his dysfunctional family would have been unable to tell from his smart appearance. In fact, in the dirty and exhausted state Gilbert was currently in, with blood and grime staining his uniform, he looked like the one who had been tortured.
Gilbert knew his kleine Bruder was strong and could recover from almost anything – after all, he had gone down with Ivan when he blew the man to pieces and had quickly returned to full health, but his brother was not invincible. While he might be feeling well physically, that might not be the case emotionally.
The expression on the albino's face communicated the pure relief he felt to finally have his brother back. He pulled Ludwig into a quick but heartfelt hug, not caring that he was getting his brother's clothes dirty or that Ludwig preferred less demonstrative greetings. However, when Ludwig stated that they had things to discuss and made a move to step past him, Gilbert gripped his muscled arm, halting him. “Wait.” Whatever Ludwig wanted to discuss could wait. He needed to make sure Ludwig was all right first.
Closing the door behind them, Gilbert looked up at Ludwig’s face, so different from his own that one could never guess they were brothers. He fondly remembered the time when Ludwig was the one having to look up to meet his gaze, how Ludwig used to follow him around asking his big Bruder to teach him everything he knew. Ludwig hadn’t been that small, rosy-cheeked child in a very long time. In fact, nowadays, Gilbert was the one learning from him. But regardless of how tall, strong or knowledgeable Ludwig had become, he would always be his little brother and Gilbert would always worry about him.
Reaching up to cup Ludwig’s chin, Gilbert looked into his pale blue eyes, worry written in his own red irises and sighed. “West, are you okay?” His brother didn’t like troubling others and was not the type to openly express his discomfort, but Gilbert didn’t want him to hide such things from him. “And I don’t mean just physically. I know what Ivan is capable of,” Gilbert added gravely, expression hardening momentarily when uttering the Russian's name. He had lived with Ivan for forty long years and knew him all too well; he had a vicious streak a mile wide. Ivan would not have gone easy on Ludwig.
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Dec 21, 2015 7:53:57 GMT -5
When his brother refuses to let him stop at a simple pat of the shoulders, Germany's eyes go wide and his body stiffens up in that classic way one does when one is being hugged against one's will but isn't going so far as to attempt to actually stop the hug. He relaxes again once he's released, though apparently Gilbert isn't done with him yet. Again he doesn't resist when his brother grabs him, this time to stop him from getting right down to business. So instead he stops and waits to see what Gilbert wants of him.
Even though he might physically look down upon his big Bruder now, in every other way he still looks up to him. Though he may disagree with him a lot, Germany sees his brother as his main adviser and mentor - the first one he goes to for advice about any decisions he makes for his people. True, it isn't rare at all for him to go against that advice, but it's only after careful thought. It had been difficult for him to take the reins away from Gilbert - scary, even. It might have even caused his brother to fade from existence, though happily it seems that the world is not ready for him to go just yet. It's actually a bit hard for him to think about the fact that the once mighty Prussia is now in such a weakened state when compared to the height of his power, and he's still worried that the day may come when Gilbert is no longer around for him, but for now it seems that he can have his brother and there's no sign that will be changing soon.
The closed door makes all the difference. Ludwig couldn't tell you why he feels such a need to keep the most important parts of his life so private, but that's how he's felt about most outward signs of affection for as long as he can remember - even with his own brother. And with the door now closed, he doesn't resist the feelings that Gilbert's concern prompt from him. Suddenly it's him who is pulling Gilbert into a hug - a long, firm one that seems to communicate two things. The first is that he really is fine physically, as his strength is obviously not much affected. The second thing it communicates is the same thing he says out loud. "I vas vorried - about you, about our friends, and about hov the var vas going. I trusted all of you to be taking care of each other vhile I vas gone, but I vas still vorried about all of you. But then I came back and found that the var vas going just fine and our friends are all in one piece," he says before releasing him.
Then, though his expression remains just as serious as it was before, Gilbert would probably know perfectly well that his brother is teasing him when he adds, "So the only one I should have been vorried about is you." Yep, Ludwig is just fine, all right.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 0:13:14 GMT -5
It was so typical of Ludwig to worry about others when he should be worrying about himself. Losing the Second World War had changed him – for the better, most would say, but Gilbert missed the unwavering confidence he used to see in his brother, his national pride. In the aftermath of the war, it became something filthy, many Germans carrying a deep guilt that kept them from cheering loudly for their country, and Ludwig was one of them. It saddened Gilbert. Germans were not the only people with a dark history, so why should they not feel pride and joy when their country prospered? Gilbert would never apologize for who he was or where he came from. His name was Gilbert Beilschmidt, he was German, and he was proud of the fact! He would gladly shout it from the top of the Commerzbank Tower, if for no other reason than to vex the nations that would rather see him apologize for it.
But Ludwig was different from him in that regard. He wasn't as outspoken about his love for his country. Gilbert knew that part of it was because his brother still felt guilty about his role in the Second World War, so much so that he felt the need to take care of everyone to make up for it. Gilbert saw the guilt in his brother's actions, and it pained him. Ludwig had grown into a strong nation again, but that did not mean other nations were his responsibility. A wise old man once said that great power came with great responsibility, but an even wiser woman with a frankly fantastic booty had said that you should love yourself before you can love someone else, and Gilbert hoped his little Bruder would be able to express his love for his country openly one day without feeling guilty.
He held Ludwig tight, arms encircling his neck and holding on for a long moment, just breathing in his scent and allowing himself to believe that Ludwig was home, their brief separation having brought up painful memories. Eventually, he pulled back out of respect for his brother's aversion to physical contact. "You worry too much about others, West," Gilbert sighed, shaking his head, "I'm fine, everyone is fine, no buildings burned down and nothing exploded. We can take care of ourselves." What he needed to know was if Ludwig was fine.
His brother was feeling well enough to make jokes, but it could just be a façade. Ludwig could hide his emotions well when he wanted to. Gilbert chuckled at his brother's words, despite himself. "I'm the last person you should be worrying about. I'm the awesome big brother, worrying is my job!" His tone quickly turned serious again, crimson eyes demanding the truth, "So tell me honestly, how are you?" Gilbert was also curious about how Ludwig had escaped and how they should proceed, but he could ask that after making sure his brother was truly all right. |
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Jun 18, 2016 19:13:52 GMT -5
Guilt is a powerful emotion. But it's also one that only occurs if you're interpreting a situation a particular way. To feel guilt, one must look back upon one's own actions and not only regret them but to also feel that you owe a debt. And during the second world war, Germany did a lot of things that he now regrets.
At the time they had seemed justified - he'd suffered greatly after the first world war - he was almost literally angry at the whole world. He'd reached a point where he decided that the only thing that really mattered to him was his own people, to the exclusion of all else. He was wrong to do that. Just because he had been treated cruelly didn't give him the right to be cruel. True, maybe he has overcompensated for his earlier actions by becoming a bit of a wide-eyed idealist, but if you ask him the world could use an idealist among so many arrogant, selfish countries. Especially if it's him - one thing that he learned about himself during those wars is that he's really quite good at war. True, he lost both wars, but coming that close to victory while fighting so many enemies at once - and not weak enemies, either - is really quite impressive. And given how wrong he now judges his past actions to be, perhaps it's better for everyone if he keeps his German pride carefully in check.
And so many of those countries that were once his enemies are now his friends and allies. There's actually something a little bit refreshing about this war, where they can all stand side by side instead of against each other. So yes, he was worried about them, even though he knows that most can handle themselves in a war and that he's not the only one who can help the others.
"No buildings burned down and nothing exploded?" he asks, sounding skeptical, "Did the var end vhile I vas gone?" Yes, he knows what his brother meant, but he also can't help but tease him just a little bit more.
When asked a second time how he is, he looks down at himself appraisingly, "Hmm, physically, I appear to be in one piece." Looking back up, he adds, "Mentally, I'm as good as ever. Emotionally? I vant to repeatedly strangle Russia to death." He raises his hand, which slowly clenches into a fist. "Ja, I believe that I am just fine," he concludes with a satisfied nod. But then there's a careful pause before he adds, "But I do not think that you have been fine."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 9:06:31 GMT -5
Prolonged exposure to something could make people immune to its power. Like privileged people hearing so much about the wars raging in faraway lands that the headlines no longer had an effect on them. But when you are in the war, feeling it, seeing it, the air you're breathing thick with the sharp smell of it, it's impossible to remain unaffected.
Gilbert was very familiar with war, and like his brother, he was incredibly good at it. Fighting came easy to him. It brought action and thrill to his life, gave him a purpose. But even a born fighter needed a break from fighting sometimes, so that he could focus on the needs of his people, focus on rebuilding what wars had destroyed. Gilbert was ready for this war to be over.
He snorted, giving a small shake of his head. "I wish. But I don't see this war ending anytime soon," he replied, a small sigh escaping his lips. If anything it was growing, more and more countries getting pulled into it. Gilbert just wanted to drink beer and blog about his awesome self, without having to worry about being separated from his brother again. But the only way he could make sure history didn't repeat itself was by being at Ludwig's side on the battlefield, backing him up like a good big brother. Being a big brother was so much work. At least Ludwig seemed to be all right, despite Gilbert's failure to protect him.
His eyes followed Ludwig as he appraised himself, nodding once when Ludwig confirmed that he was okay. "All right, I believe you." Ludwig was mad at Ivan, that was a good sign. The prospect of strangling Ivan brought smirk to Gilbert's lips. He imagined his hands wrapping tightly around Ivan's neck like Ivan had done to him, squeezing the life out of him in retaliation for all the bad he had done to him in the past, and for what he had recently done to his little brother.
He felt a surge of energy, mind forgetting how tired he was after days on the battlefield without rest. "Good, let's go strangle that motherfucker!" he exclaimed, whipping out the gun he had shot Ivan with the last time they had stood face to face, longing to feel that satisfaction again. He was so pumped for this! A repeat performance, only this time he would have backup.
Ludwig's comment about his own condition gave him pause. "Me?" he said, looking down at himself, the state of his uniform belying his claim when he responded, "I'm better than ever!" A laugh followed his words, loud and bordering on hysterical, born from equal parts excitement and exhaustion. "And I'll be even better after we've blown Ivan to hell! Come on, let's go join our soldiers in the attack."
He led his brother towards the door, looking up at him with a smirk stretching his lips. "Hey, do you think Natalia has ever seen Ivan's dick? I want to send it to her in a box." |
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Post by Germany - Ludwig Wilhelm on Dec 30, 2016 1:19:11 GMT -5
When Prussia claims that he's find, Germany is hardly surprised. His brother is his brother and can hardly be expected to react differently. Which puts him in the unfortunate position of having to argue with him about it. "Gilbert, you are a mess," he says bluntly, as he stops and refuses to allow himself to be pulled further along, "And you've driven the soldiers too hard and too far - you've outpaced not only the rest of the army but also the supply chain. The soldiers here need to retreat immediately or they vill be surrounded and either caught or killed."
In stark contrast to his brother's energy and enthusiasm, Germany is calm and pragmatic, simply stating the facts. Which he's sure that Prussia will try to argue with him about, but that is, once again, to be expected considering who he's talking to. Just like how his brother definitely shouldn't be expecting him to make any response at all to his last question, as that isn't something that Germany would usually do.
(Sorry for keeping you waiting, and for the shortness!)
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do not forget me
About thirty years ago, Israel's boss was assasinated. By who, well, no one knows, but Israel immediately blamed Iran. Of course, that alone wouldn't have started World War III, even though Israel and Iran's various allies declared war in quick succession.
Nah, the nuclear bomb in the middle of Jerusalem probably did it.
Now? Now the rest is history. The world's been at war for thirty years, thirty years of bloodshed and pain. No one else has reached for the nuclear option quite yet, but no one's happy. So if we all die- well, do not forget me, okay?
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