His heart was in a permanent state of aching after February 25, 1947. It sounded cheesy and silly and like something right out of the most ridiculous over-the-top drama – not that Ludwig knew much about cheesy dramas. But it really wasn’t that.
It was physical, in the purest sense. He could feel his heart throbbing, slightly painful, against his chest. Maybe like he’s having a heart problem – except he had never had a heart problem so he wouldn’t know. It’s just there, constant, almost as constant and as rhythmic as his steady heart beat.
One – Two – Three – hitch – One – Two – Three – hitch – One – Two – Three –
He learnt to live with it and never bothered to mention it to anyone. It was not like it affected his life, or anyone else’s. No, he was still perfectly normal and could carry out all his duty competently; the only problem was mere inconvenience and discomfort of having to feel the ache constantly. However, he felt that he had started to master the art of ignoring it. He believed this shouldn’t worry anyone.
He suspected that this health problem had something to do with Prussia disappearing – no, that was wrong; he knew that this problem was caused by Prussia disappearing. The proof was the heart-wrenching pain he experienced that day which made him double over in his house, and then this constant ache thereafter.
He knew then that his brother was not coming back. He spent weeks in his room afterwards, refused to be coerced or lured out of his confinement, only working in his house and didn’t speak a word to anyone. A vicious resentment he knew he shouldn’t feel – didn’t have the right to feel because oh God it was they (he) who were the sinners – surged through him hotly.
Prussia didn’t deserve to die, let alone die like this. He did nothing the other nations wouldn’t do before. Massacre and ethnic cleansing and all-out slaughtering were not Prussia’s sins. They were Germany’s sins and not to mention the war was waged in Germany’s name! If they wanted vengeance they should have punished Ludwig instead but why – why did they kill Prussia!?
The Kingdom of Prussia, the Free States of Prussia, Prussia – the land was torn to shreds already after the war and they didn’t feel satisfied enough, they believed they need to officially execute him, to exterminate him, to leave no traces of him behind. It wasn’t fair, it was so very unfair! Why didn’t they kill Ludwig instead?
During those few weeks Ludwig had thought he would snap someday and scream aloud. He almost did one day, if not for America’s hand suddenly on his shoulder, jolting him out of his despairing haze. Blue eyes bored into similarly blue ones, and Ludwig thought he could almost, almost see the sympathy in those depths. Germany closed his eyes and refused to look.
It was after February 25, 1947 that Germany had to live in a state of constant heartache. But all in all, Ludwig had learnt to ignore it.
Die Einheit 1/5 (Prussia/Germany, America cameo)
Happy German Unity Day, ;)
Eins
His heart was in a permanent state of aching after February 25, 1947. It sounded cheesy and silly and like something right out of the most ridiculous over-the-top drama – not that Ludwig knew much about cheesy dramas. But it really wasn’t that.
It was physical, in the purest sense. He could feel his heart throbbing, slightly painful, against his chest. Maybe like he’s having a heart problem – except he had never had a heart problem so he wouldn’t know. It’s just there, constant, almost as constant and as rhythmic as his steady heart beat.
One – Two – Three – hitch – One – Two – Three – hitch – One – Two – Three –
He learnt to live with it and never bothered to mention it to anyone. It was not like it affected his life, or anyone else’s. No, he was still perfectly normal and could carry out all his duty competently; the only problem was mere inconvenience and discomfort of having to feel the ache constantly. However, he felt that he had started to master the art of ignoring it. He believed this shouldn’t worry anyone.
He suspected that this health problem had something to do with Prussia disappearing – no, that was wrong; he knew that this problem was caused by Prussia disappearing. The proof was the heart-wrenching pain he experienced that day which made him double over in his house, and then this constant ache thereafter.
He knew then that his brother was not coming back. He spent weeks in his room afterwards, refused to be coerced or lured out of his confinement, only working in his house and didn’t speak a word to anyone. A vicious resentment he knew he shouldn’t feel – didn’t have the right to feel because oh God it was they (he) who were the sinners – surged through him hotly.
Prussia didn’t deserve to die, let alone die like this. He did nothing the other nations wouldn’t do before. Massacre and ethnic cleansing and all-out slaughtering were not Prussia’s sins. They were Germany’s sins and not to mention the war was waged in Germany’s name! If they wanted vengeance they should have punished Ludwig instead but why – why did they kill Prussia!?
The Kingdom of Prussia, the Free States of Prussia, Prussia – the land was torn to shreds already after the war and they didn’t feel satisfied enough, they believed they need to officially execute him, to exterminate him, to leave no traces of him behind. It wasn’t fair, it was so very unfair! Why didn’t they kill Ludwig instead?
During those few weeks Ludwig had thought he would snap someday and scream aloud. He almost did one day, if not for America’s hand suddenly on his shoulder, jolting him out of his despairing haze. Blue eyes bored into similarly blue ones, and Ludwig thought he could almost, almost see the sympathy in those depths. Germany closed his eyes and refused to look.
It was after February 25, 1947 that Germany had to live in a state of constant heartache. But all in all, Ludwig had learnt to ignore it.