That Damned Iron Curtain.
Summary: "From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic, an iron curtain has descended across the Continent. Behind that line lie all the capitals of the ancient states of Central and Eastern Europe. Warsaw, Berlin, Prague, Vienna, Budapest, Belgrade, Bucharest and Sofia, all these famous cities and the populations around them lie in what I must call the Soviet sphere, and all are subject in one form or another, not only to Soviet influence but to a very high and, in many cases, increasing measure of control from Moscow." They, the stupid Allies, don't know what they've done. It bad enough they abolished one's existence, but a wall?
Rating: M, I have sadly conformed to the Germancest ways.
Chapter 1: Abolishing the Prussian.
It starts to fall apart in 1932. The Allies set up to abolish Prussia, effective immediately. Now, abolition is kind of like getting arrested and not coming back.
Gilbert kicks off his shoes; his head hurts from listening to Feliks talk about his stupid horse. Stupid World War II, pain in the ass! Gilbert wanders into the kitchen and grabs a beer, just what he needs to clear his head. He sits at a table waiting for his brother to come home. He waits and waits and waits and waits, which is strange, normally Gilbert would've yelled "fuck it" and gone to a bar, but Gilbert needs to see his brother. He hears the click of the door knob and tries not to jump to his feet. Ludwig walks through the door, throwing his keys at the counter, but the keys are thrown with such force that they almost stick in the wall. Gilbert notices Ludwig's hair is messy and unprofessional, and that is something of a concern on its own.
"Welcome home We~st!" Gilbert jeers, holding out a beer to his brother.
"Nein, Bruder, my boss has a big meeting tomorrow, and I can't be hung over for it." Ludwig replies, pushing the beer back into Gilbert's hands.
"But West, I thought I could at least enjoy one tiny little beer with me, but no, West had to be a sober loser. Well, I have something to tell you! Just for that, I'm gonna go out to a bar, and cheat on you!" Gilbert sticks out his tongue, and he's supposed to be the older brother.
"Nein! Bruder, that's a bit extreme!" Ludwig's face turns red, out of anger and embarrassment.
"Too bad, someone will wanna have a drink with me!" The Prussian's hand rests on the door, when Ludwig grabs it and pulls it towards himself.
"Nein, Bruder, I'll have a beer." Ludwig's face is red, still not used to this socially messed up relationship. He kisses Gilbert on the cheek, leaving Gilbert wanting more.
"Good." Gilbert hands him a beer. They both sit at the table and drink a beer, and Gilbert grabs more. "So, what's your boss calling himself now?"
"Fuhrer, he's getting a bit crazy, now. It's actually really annoying." Ludwig rests his head on his hands. His boss really drives him crazy.
"Well. West, all you gotta do is become with me." Gilbert informs as he leans over the table and pulls Ludwig closer by his tie. He kisses Ludwig, who really wouldn't mind becoming one with Prussia again.
"Bruder, not –" Ludwig is cut off Gilbert.
"Yes, now because if you're going to be one with me, it's now or never." Gilbert hisses.
"Bruder, you didn't let me finish! I was going to say, not on the table!" Ludwig's face turns redder. They wander to the bedroom, tearing clothes as they walk. Gilbert shoves Ludwig onto the bed; Gilbert growls as he crawls on top of his younger brother. He kisses Ludwig, trails from his mouth to his neck, and bites down to draw blood. "Hah, dammit, Bruder, my boss would kill me because of this.."
"Shut up, you hate him anyway." Gilbert snarls as he trails bite marks down Ludwig's chest to Ludwig's groin. His hand rests on Ludwig's growing need, as he moves back up to kiss his brother. "And you love this too much to just stop now, don't you?"
"Gil, stop teasing me." Ludwig whines; the phone rings. "Gil, Bruder, ignore it."
The phone rings. It continues ringing. Gilbert finally jumps off the bed and picks up the phone.
"Hallo?" He nearly shouts out of anger into the phone.
"Hola, mi amigo, have you already been told or are you in the middle of something?" The Spaniard asks, clearly Antonio.
"Been told what? Your timing is shit?"
"No, amigo," Antonio's voice drops to sullen whisper. "I heard the Allies talking at the League of Nations. They're planning something."
"What is it? And is it actually gonna happen?"
"They've abolished Prussia. It's no longer a country. I'm sorry, Gilbert." The line goes dead. Gilbert drops the phone, eyes wide, and for the first time the country experiences something he's never felt in his life. Fear.
Gilbert's a country, regardless of what those pricks say. He grabs a pack of beer and climbs to the top of the house, on the roof. This isn't his house anymore. He doesn't own the land that he's worked for. He is the byproduct of too many countries and too little land.
"Hey, West! I'm not coming down, so just go to bed." Gilbert yells over the window of Ludwig's bedroom. He opens a beer and reflects on his 422 years of succession. Damn, 422 years, but I couldn't last forever. He reminisces on all the stupid shit he's done. He remembers when he scared the Holy Roman Empire because he had become so strong without them knowing; he loves the memories of when he stole that idiot Roderich's vital regions and held the upper-hand for so long. He laughs a little at how much shit he's put up with in the past few decades. Having to deal with Feliks is one of those things, he realizes that all this has gone to shit because he decided to have Germany unified regardless of what everyone else thought. He realizes that he's only twenty, and this is the end for him.
– –
February 25th, 1947, in the city of Berlin, the Allies sign the law that makes Gilbert loathe the number 46. They have already blamed Ludwig for the previous war, and now, they think they found the reason behind the rise of ignorants.
"Gilbert Weillschmidt, are you ready to hear your story?" The Allies ask, staring at him; it's all of them to take down one.
"..." Gilbert doesn't want to talk; he's got a killer hangover and a dry mouth.
"Article I: The Prussian State with its central government and all its agencies is abolished. Article II: Territories which were part of the Prussian State and which are at present under the supreme authority of the Control Council will receive the status of Lander or will be absorbed into Lander. Article III: The State and administrative functions as well as the assets and liabilities of the former Prussian State will be transferred to the appropriate Lander subject to such agreements as may be necessary and made by the Allied Control Authority. Article IV: This law becomes effective on the day of the signature." Every word pounds in Gilbert's brain. He fails, because they won. His red eyes follow every countries' hand as they sign him off the map. "Sorry, kid, looks like you belong to history now."
"422 years, militarism kept me together for 422 years, you think about that." Gilbert sneers.
A/N: This idea came into mind when I was in history and the teacher just stopped mentioning Prussia. After I had asked what had happened to the country, the class held a debate on whether it was right or wrong to strip Prussia of everything. I guess this is my total view. More to come, please review.
~FromPrussiaWithLove