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Hetalia kink meme part 27
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Re: Germany and America - WWI AU - The War to End All Wars 2 of ?
(Anonymous) 2015-03-08 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)He agreed to it, anyway.
America finished dusting off his suit while he waited for the sound of receding footsteps and the presence of his boss to move beyond his ability to detect them. Once he was fairly sure he and Prussia were truly alone, he nodded to the older nation. “So what's this really about?”
Prussia's caricature of being offended wasn't bad, although it was a bit overdone to have any chance of anyone thinking he meant it. “Really, America. You know I don't lie.”
Not any more than he could avoid, at any rate. All of them lied: they had to. It was built into their existence. “You leave things out.” He pulled his chair out and sat down. “I want to know what you're leaving out here.”
Prussia leaned forward, red eyes intent.
America met the older nation's gaze steadily. He might be young by nation-kind's standards, but he'd fought and bested the British Empire to win his independence, and he was even stronger now.
A sly grin crept onto Prussia's features, and amusement gleamed in his eyes. “You've grown. Good for you, kid.”
“So what are you trying not to say?” America folded his arms.
Now Prussia laughed. “This is between you and me, kid, but... I wasn't exaggerating about this war destroying Europe. It's not like the old days when good strategy and the right application of force would break through any line. It's trenches and shit flying overhead and bleeding our people dry.” He shook his head, sobering. “I could kick Willi's arse for getting us into this.”
Now that was the Prussia America remembered best: blunt to the point of rude, but no less accurate for it. “Your king?”
A nod. “He's a damn fool.” Prussia shrugged. “But he'll take that treaty I'm pushing if I have to flog him from here to Berlin and back.”
America's eyes widened. “You can do that?”
It was Prussia's turn to lean back in a chair, making the wood and metal creak. “Sure. It's part of how we work.”
“But he's... he's your boss.” Nations had to follow their bosses: it was something they all knew in their bones. Turning on a boss was unthinkable, impossible.
There was a certain darkness to Prussia's smile. “Something you might need one day, kid. There are times when you don't have to follow your boss.” His eyes half-closed, and his features stilled, making him look like a statue wrapped in an expensive suit.
A statue defying gravity with an old office chair.
“If you are certain – completely and without doubt certain – that your boss's policies will destroy your nation, then you can act against him. If he has turned against you or your people, then you can act against him. You'll know if he turns against you or your people: you'll feel the land itself wanting to reject him. It's harder to tell if he's leading you to destruction, and a hell of a lot harder to prove to the others – which you'll have to do if you do go against one that's gone bad.”
America swallowed. He didn't like Wilson, but he couldn't say the man was destroying him or turning against him or his people. Not yet, anyway. He wasn't sure how to tell if the land had rejected him: America was more a nation of a common ideal than a nation of common blood and land. That ideal might get kind of tarnished – he still remembered George trying to explain the compromise that kept the slave states in the fledgling nation because they couldn't afford to split, and hating it, but worse, having part of him in favor of slavery. It wasn't until then that he'd truly understood how America the nation could be different from America the person.
Prussia caught his gaze, held it briefly before giving a single, slow nod. “Assuming von Bernstorff doesn't do anything stupid and your boss agrees, this is what I'm looking to bring in.” He tilted forward and unrolled the document he'd brought. “It's not about winners or losers: it's about stopping the slaughter and cleaning up before we all lose an entire generation of young men.”
America leaned forward. The document was an annotated map of Europe, with Prussia's neat handwriting noting the changes he was proposing. He raised both eyebrows. “Giving Lorraine back to France?”
“Peace offering.” Prussia sounded bored.
“How do you propose to bring the others around?” America suspected that France would accept Prussia's offering simply because the worst of the fighting was happening in his lands, but the other nations... England was probably the most likely to cause issues. He'd accept that Prussia could – and would – persuade his king to sponsor the treaty, simply because if anyone could do something like that it was Prussia.
A hint of a frown touched Prussia's forehead. “There'll be some exchanges.” He stabbed a finger into the Balkan region. “In return for giving up any claim on Serbia, Austria gets to keep Polish Russia as a kingdom within his empire.” Another stabbing motion. “Russia gets no objections to his continued rule in Finland and the Baltic states.” Another. “We withdraw from France, Belgium, and Luxembourg, and offer help to rebuild: either monetary compensation or workers. And we try and execute any man found guilty of war crimes.”
America had no doubt Prussia would see those men died, whether officially or otherwise. He suspected he'd leave them on Belgium's doorstep if he had to.
“We'll cede German Samoa to England in return for his kids giving back German New Guinea and the African colonies they've taken,” Prussia continued.
“You're being very generous,” America said in a very dry voice.
Prussia just shrugged. “We can't win this. Neither can the Entente. Without your intervention, we'll batter ourselves all the way back to the dark ages.” Now the dark light that America recognized from late nights discussing strategy and logistics (tactics were for the battlefield, Prussia said) kindled in his eyes, the light that told of Prussia's fierce ambition to prove himself and be forever recognized as the world's greatest military power. If you weren't on Prussia's side that light was terrifying, and if you were, it was still kind of worrisome because Prussia had a long history of treating alliances as convenient things to be discarded as soon as possible. “I won't let that happen.”
America nodded slowly. “And my part?”
Prussia's smile was possibly even darker. “You will be our favored trading partner, and threaten to join on our side in order to bring the others to the negotiating table.”
And there was the sting, America thought. There always was something in one of these. “You won't get that past my boss.”
Prussia just grinned, fierce and eager. “Oh, I will. I know you don't want territory, but how does a German-funded institute of science staffed by some of our best people sound?”
America caught his breath. “Seriously? You'd do that?” Damn, he sounded like an eager child. He shouldn't do that around Prussia: it was too dangerous.
The older nation rose to his feet and strode around the table to lay an arm around America's shoulders. “Of course. Your people are remarkably inventive. Ours lead the world in the sciences. Imagine where that combination could take us.”
Oh, America could imagine it all right, and that was the problem. Prussia was damned good at figuring out what others wanted, and equally good at making sure it cost him nothing, or next to nothing. America hadn't missed that not one inch of Prussian territory was being ceded anywhere.
“It could go a long way,” America agreed. “But this would need to be a little more long-term than your usual alliances, Prussia. I'm not going to be left wondering what happened when the Empire decides there's no need for the United States of America's help.”
He'd swear Prussia sounded pleased when he laughed. “Oh, America, I'm not talking that kind of alliance.” He bent a little closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “You see, my awesome brother is rather fascinated by you, my friend. He knows a personal union isn't possible, but he'd very much like this to be a national union.”
Re: Germany and America - WWI AU - The War to End All Wars 2 of ?
(Anonymous) 2015-03-08 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)But oh my god, I love everything you're doing with this, and I absolutely love your characterization of Prussia and America so far. I especially love how at how sly and manipulative and frankly dangerous Prussia can be.
I'm super excited to see where this will go! Eagerly awaiting this to continue! Thank you so much for filling for this, and paying so much attention to detail! You're amazing!
Re: Germany and America - WWI AU - The War to End All Wars 2 of ?
(Anonymous) 2015-03-11 01:30 am (UTC)(link)What's fascinating is that there was a real possibility of the German elements in the US hooking up with the European Germans. They were very embedded in US culture at this point in history. Today, it's all gone, with only the Amish as a freak standout against the tide.
Re: Germany and America - WWI AU - The War to End All Wars 2 of ?
(Anonymous) 2015-04-10 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)It is remarkably scary how much we can read the current USA's position in the world in these two sentences.