He suddenly wanted to know what it was like to go to war with him and emerge victorious after numerous hardships. Surely people who shared that kind of experiences had a connection.
Then he realised what he was thinking. Goddammit, his jealousy was making him stupid. He should be happy there was no more war in Europe. It didn't mean a damn thing if Prussia and Frederick had had a super special lovers' bond forged in war that he could never have with him. He didn't give a fuck. Really, he didn't.
He realised that Prussia had continued blabbering about the palace, so he decided to tune in again. As much as it got under his skin that Prussia had dragged him here to tell him how great his dead ex had been, he didn't actually want to let him know it bothered him. He knew it was stupid to be jealous when all of this had happened centuries before they had got together, but he couldn't help it. Prussia clearly loved this place and Frederick with all he had.
Maybe he loved them more than him? Maybe he was just the second best option since Frederick was dead?
He should ask him. They sometimes had serious communication problems because Prussia tended to assume he always knew best and Romano had trouble showing some of his feelings, so they had promised that they would speak up if something was wrong, but... To be honest, he was afraid of the answer.
They started walking down the main avenue that reached from one end of the park to the other. The way was surrounded by statues, trees and hedges, and Romano felt his sour mood improve somewhat as he let himself be immersed by the peaceful atmosphere. It was no Italy, sure, but there was such a strong sense of history and eternity around them that to an immortal being it almost felt like home.
His heart jumped when he felt Prussia's fingers move to grab his so that they could walk through the park hand in hand. After all the doubtful thoughts that had been circling in his head the whole day, such a small gesture was the greatest relief. Romano squeezed the hand in his, which he usually didn't do.
“Do you like it so far?” Prussia asked.
“I guess so, but – ”
“Great! Now we have to go here. The Chinese House is this way.”
And so Prussia dragged him away from the main avenue to one of the smaller paths that circled amongst the trees. As they walked, he told him how glad he was that the park and the buildings inside it had mostly been spared the Allied bombings, unlike so many other places important to him, like the Potsdam City Palace.
“They made me tear it down in the 60s. I've never had a government shittier than that,” he grumbled. “I bet they would have bulldozed this place too if I hadn't put my foot down and said fuck no.”
Romano didn't reply. Maybe that was one of the reasons Prussia seemed to love Sanssouci so much. It was one of the few things that hadn't completely changed or been taken away when he had become East Germany. He wondered if Prussia had used to come here for comfort during those four decades.
Prussia turned to give him a curious look. “What's up? You're being really quiet today.”
“It's nothing. I'm fine.”
“Stunned into silence by the awesomeness here? Ha, happens to me all the time, too!”
They arrived at the Chinese House, which was a green garden pavilion with pillars and decorations the colour of gold. A statue was sitting on the roof, but Romano couldn't quite make out what it was supposed to be.
“Pretty, isn't it?” Prussia asked. “Fritz mostly wanted it to be here and look nice, but he used to throw some small parties here too when he was in the mood.”
Romano pulled his hand away and shoved it into his pocket.
The Chinese House wasn't just beautiful, it was also very romantic. He could imagine what it looked like at sunset, covered in the shadows of the surrounding trees, and how two lovers could spend an evening watching the park around them grow dark as they leaned into each other.
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Re: Counting Someone Else's Blessings 2/7
(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)Then he realised what he was thinking. Goddammit, his jealousy was making him stupid. He should be happy there was no more war in Europe. It didn't mean a damn thing if Prussia and Frederick had had a super special lovers' bond forged in war that he could never have with him. He didn't give a fuck. Really, he didn't.
He realised that Prussia had continued blabbering about the palace, so he decided to tune in again. As much as it got under his skin that Prussia had dragged him here to tell him how great his dead ex had been, he didn't actually want to let him know it bothered him. He knew it was stupid to be jealous when all of this had happened centuries before they had got together, but he couldn't help it. Prussia clearly loved this place and Frederick with all he had.
Maybe he loved them more than him? Maybe he was just the second best option since Frederick was dead?
He should ask him. They sometimes had serious communication problems because Prussia tended to assume he always knew best and Romano had trouble showing some of his feelings, so they had promised that they would speak up if something was wrong, but... To be honest, he was afraid of the answer.
They started walking down the main avenue that reached from one end of the park to the other. The way was surrounded by statues, trees and hedges, and Romano felt his sour mood improve somewhat as he let himself be immersed by the peaceful atmosphere. It was no Italy, sure, but there was such a strong sense of history and eternity around them that to an immortal being it almost felt like home.
His heart jumped when he felt Prussia's fingers move to grab his so that they could walk through the park hand in hand. After all the doubtful thoughts that had been circling in his head the whole day, such a small gesture was the greatest relief. Romano squeezed the hand in his, which he usually didn't do.
“Do you like it so far?” Prussia asked.
“I guess so, but – ”
“Great! Now we have to go here. The Chinese House is this way.”
And so Prussia dragged him away from the main avenue to one of the smaller paths that circled amongst the trees. As they walked, he told him how glad he was that the park and the buildings inside it had mostly been spared the Allied bombings, unlike so many other places important to him, like the Potsdam City Palace.
“They made me tear it down in the 60s. I've never had a government shittier than that,” he grumbled. “I bet they would have bulldozed this place too if I hadn't put my foot down and said fuck no.”
Romano didn't reply. Maybe that was one of the reasons Prussia seemed to love Sanssouci so much. It was one of the few things that hadn't completely changed or been taken away when he had become East Germany. He wondered if Prussia had used to come here for comfort during those four decades.
Prussia turned to give him a curious look. “What's up? You're being really quiet today.”
“It's nothing. I'm fine.”
“Stunned into silence by the awesomeness here? Ha, happens to me all the time, too!”
They arrived at the Chinese House, which was a green garden pavilion with pillars and decorations the colour of gold. A statue was sitting on the roof, but Romano couldn't quite make out what it was supposed to be.
“Pretty, isn't it?” Prussia asked. “Fritz mostly wanted it to be here and look nice, but he used to throw some small parties here too when he was in the mood.”
Romano pulled his hand away and shoved it into his pocket.
The Chinese House wasn't just beautiful, it was also very romantic. He could imagine what it looked like at sunset, covered in the shadows of the surrounding trees, and how two lovers could spend an evening watching the park around them grow dark as they leaned into each other.