My first (published and finished) Hetalia fanfiction. I wrote this based on a cosplay by Nanjokoji (nanjokoji. deviantart .com/gallery/#/d2pvn4xwho) made me fall in love with this paring (Never before has the German Democratic Republic been an ideogram of eroticism). And it has little historical notes, so you learn something XD
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It's not even funny. Hell, when this happened to Roderich and Elizaveta during the Austro-Hungarian Empire I laughed my ass off. I remember when I hate Ivan, back when instead of Vanya he was that-vodka-loving-bastard-who-separated-me-from-my-bruder. How was I supposed to know that being the DDR was the only thing keeping me alive?
I'm not sure of when I started loving Ivan, all I know is that Königsberg now belongs to him. But the truth is I never really loved Russia, the Prussia (now East Germany) in me would not let me. It makes me feel shitty if I think about it for too long. Ivan loves me, Gilbert and Russia loves me, Prussia while I love Ivan and despise Russia. It seems wrong. But Suum cuique, our relationship is already weird; a bit more weirdness won't affect it.
Now, the wall is being torn down by Ludwig's people, because they are no longer my people. I no longer have people or land. And I can think of a million different things I would like to do before I die (eat wurst, annoy Roddy and Eliza, go drinking with England, tell West that I love him) I can think of a million different places I'd like to be in to exhale my dying breath (near Old Fritz, in a bar, surrounded by little yellow chicks). But right now, where I'm lying is the only place I want to be in, I will lie here with Ivan until the stars fall and I fade away.
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Historical notes (because Hetalia fics are not complete without them):
Roderich and Elizveta were married for 51 years during the Austro-Hungarian Empire. I believe they married for politics and then fell in love.
Königsberg (now Kalingrad) was the capital of Prussia. In my head-canon, a nation's capital is their heart.
Suum cuique (Jedem das Seine ) was the motto of Prussia, a symbol of the liberalism and religious tolerance of the Prussian Kingdom, which meant that "each can do as they choose", but all citizens must unite in their support of Prussia. I made Gilbert quote the Latin translation instead of the German one because I think he would relate the German version with the Nazi movement (a concentration camp had that slogan on their door).
DDR is the Deutsche Demokratische Republik (GDR in English).