Alright, Now here's a one shot, its based on the seven years war, now here's a bit of background from what I know, There are no guarentees that this is reliable information so you have been warned. The Seven years war was a war fought between Prussia, and England Vs. Austria, France, and Russia (Hungary to if you want to get down to the nitty gritty.) Basically Prussia, was all on his own fighting a two front war, extremely out numbered, but no matter how much you like or dislike Prussia, you have to admit, surviving the odds stacked against him for seven years is a damn well impressive feat. Now in the end I believe it was status qoe, but I believe Fredrick the Great, elector of Brandenburg, and King in Prussia (not of.) died a good couple of years after this in 1786 in his armchair. Now we all know how much Prussia loves Old fritz well, here the thing, I'm going to put you in the spot Prussia was in in this one shot, basically it's a first person view of Prussia learning of Fredrick's death, so read on.
I was sitting in my office which was next to Fritz's study and I sighed, "Well he's been in there a good long time now… must be reading a good book." I stood up looking down at the paper work, "Damn I need some action. This is an aristocrats work and I know I am not that stingy bastard Austria." I stood up as I laughed and accidently bumped my hung picture of Fritz, and as I straigtend it I admired the great strorks used in the painting, "Truly a masterpiece, just like the actual man, hahaha." Again laughing I walked out the door hands behind head as I walked towards my bosses study, I knocked once, then twice, the rough wooden door rasping as I tapped it. "Hmmm maybe he didn't hear me?" I repeated this several times before I just opened the door. As I peered in my eyes closed with a smile on my face I said in a bit of a wisper, "Hey Fritz how you doing?" I received no answer, and opened my eyes to see the old man sitting in his favorite arm chair eyes closed a happy look on his face, "Heh sleeping on the job and you call me lazy!" I laughed and walked in putting a hand on his shoulder shaking him a little, "Hey Fritz wake up." His shoulder was cold, but the room was a bit drafty. I had yet to notice his face was pale or that he wasn't responding. I shook him a little harder this time, "Damn you're a heavy sleeper aren't you?" Still I got no response from the old man, then I looked down and saw how pale he was. "Hey Fritz you feeling alright you look a bi- Oh god… no no…. it cant be…. It just… mein gott… Is he… dead?" I slapped myself to make sure it wasn't a nightmare and I bent down and felt his neck, nothing, his wrist, nothing, and lastly his chest, again nothing. At first I staired at my now dead leader, then I broke down on my knees and barried my head into his body and cried, "No your not dead damn it your to awesome for death! What about me huh! Did you ever think about me before you just died! Damn it come back!" I cried into his clothing not caring for how loud my screams of agony were, my screams slowly became sobs as I softly beat the dead body, practically whispering, "Come back… come back… come back." I then stood up my tears still streaming down my face, I lifted the now dead King from his chair and walked through the halls, tears down my now straight and serious face as I walked back to the front doors of the palace opening them, broad daylight streaming through the door as I hold my former leader, the busy streets of Berlin all came to a stop as I walked out. "The king is dead." I said, hating those words. Despising that date forever, August 17th, 1786 the day Fredrick the Great died is his study in his armchair.