This came to me very suddenly. But how glad I am that it did ! I've been waiting to write something like this for ages...and now i can share it with you guys. And hope you like it as much as I do. This is written from Poland's perspective. (no duh!) and goes through a lot of history but not too in depth because I would bore you people to death ;) I hope I am as accurate as possible. Im sorry if you spot mistakes. I tried real hard !
When I found you...
You were so small when I found you. Huddling beside a tree didn't protect you from the bitter cold and snow. My heart melted then and my arms found you in seconds, ready to take you home. I thought the warmth of the fire would help get rid of your paleness. It didn't. When you opened your tiny eyes I was surprised to see ruby red. You asked me who I was and I smiled. Who hadn't heard of the Kingdom of Poland? The next question was harder. Who was he? My own mind knew you were a newborn nation but telling you seemed like a bad idea at the time. You needed rest. This could wait. Telling you that you were different sufficed for now.
You grew so fast. The baby fat turned into strong muscle. Yes, you made use of those, spending hours lashing out with broken branches. They soon turned into wooden swords. You begged me for a real one though. I regret ever giving one to you. You entered a new world and forgot about me completely. You changed. You became a nation.
That one time you really made me worry. I was so afraid you would never come back after being gone all night. That was the first night you came home drunk. That was the first time you hit me. The shock of it didn't leave me for a long time. Where had my little Gilbert gone? This new one was cold, angry, violent and unhappy. I tried to help you, I really did. But each time I wanted to talk, to get you to open up, you refused and laughed me out. I felt like a maid in my own house after a while, you used me quite a bit. I did all the work, I tried to help you but to no avail. I wanted to bring the old Gilbert back from wherever he was.
And then I lost you completely. You left. I was torn between sadness and anger. You declared yourself the Tectonic Order and said you would be the awesomest, most powerful out there. You wanted to be strong. You said you would make me proud. You left, never thanking me for anything, never turning back. Yet you kissed my cheek before you disappeared for good.
You were something we all talked about. You seemed to be growing in power. A storm in the middle of Europe. That was you. You looted and burned my villages, raped my women and took my land. All in the name of religion. All your neighbors suffered. I thought I taught you better. You behaved otherwise. You seemed to hate one of my friends most. You were particularly nasty to Lithuania. It felt weird to do so but we had to be married off. Because of you. We promised to protect each other. From you. I never told Lithuania about you and me. I was ashamed. I never thought I would help create such a monster. A promise was made between my heart and mind, I didn't know Gilbert
Beilldschmidtt.
You were angry. I've never seen you that angry. We met on the battle field many times and each time you went completely wild. Your sword flew, the blood sprayed. Your eyes betrayed your anger…and something else too. I didn't understand. I do now though. You tried to kill me many times. I never let you get your way. Nether did Toris. You hated him so much. Probably because I converted him for you. No reason to formally invade him now, smartass.
Grunwald was your ultimate defeat. You almost had me there. Almost. The victory should have been wonderful but I found it kind of bittersweet. Your blod stained my armor. I made sure Lithuania never saw any of my tears.
You wanted revenge, didn't you? I never liked my creepy cousin. Maybe that's why you chose him. I never liked that stuck up piano playing bastard ether. You ripped me in three with a stupid grin on your face. You didn't hesitate once. You were ruthless. I didn't know who you were. This time my blood stained your uniform. Your victory was sweet. And then it happened again and again. But you can't crush a phoenix, remember? No matter how many nasty scars you gave me. How many the others gave me. More than just physical scars.
I would not allow myself to be Germanized. You tried anyway. You were strong, stronger than me and you owned me, even if it was just a part. You made sure I didn't see Lithuania for a long time. Were you happy then? You didn't look like it.
I hated being like your slave. I hated the way you were stronger and taller than me, you called me a dog, filthy, low. The hatred between us was so thick it stunk for a hundred miles. The smell worse than your nasty food. I wanted out. Your boot just pressed harder against my chest. Sometimes ribs cracked, if I was lucky, I fell incautious.
You enjoyed you power to the fullest. At night too.
But everything comes to an end eventually. I ran as far away from you as possible. I became free again. I earned it all with my people's blood. I was on the map. You? You were just that tiny blob right above me, blocking almost all entry to my beloved Baltic Sea. Bastard. The Great War was worth fighting for just to see your face when I left you.
I blossomed. I flourished. But I knew something was missing the entire time. Back then I supposed I was just lonely, now I know some little, stupid part of me missed you. I hated myself for it. I hated you even more.
But you did go in my footsteps a little though, didn't you? You adopted that little brother of yours. He grew stronger than you. Lost the Great War, true. But he was still so powerful. You taught him well. Too well maybe? He scared me a little, that brother of yours, Germany. He began to look at me funny. Russia too. How was I to know they shook their hands right above my head? I wasn't to know at all…until came the day.
Germany knew the game he was playing. I noticed he hit my similar to the way you did. Right after he shot me like a dozen times that is. He had no patience for my acts of defiance ether. You have no idea how much it hurt. Then came the second knife to the back. Never trust family. Just like you joined with my cousin and Austria…Germany joined them too. He reminded me so much of you it made me sick. Quite literally. That was the day I thought I would die. I wanted to even. The pain seemed like to much for even me to handle. God thought otherwise. It continued.
After that nightmare of a war I came back again. You didn't. Yes, I was smaller, half dead and in ruins and under Russia's iron grip but I lived. I wasn't fully sane for a while….i rather not think about that now. You. You were no more . Prussia was cleanly wiped off the map. Speak of getting a taste of your own medicine.
No more of the boy with the messy white hair, a white cape with a cross blowing in the wind behind you and that ever present smirk. I hated that smirk. I loved it. You had nothing else to do but take the name of German Democratic Republic.
Life sucked back then, didn't it? Russia named the system after me too, just to piss me off even more. The Warsaw Pact. I missed being able to walk into a store to buy a loaf of brad and butter. I missed deciding what I did, thought and wanted. So did you. I suppose that brought us together. By some miracle or other.
I don't really know how it happened; don't remember ether to say the truth. I was way too drunk, as were you. But I liked those nights when we just sprawled on my bed and talked about stuff. Swords, religion, battles, guns, propaganda and makowiec. We needed each other to stay sane in our insane worlds. Who knows what would have happened if we didn't? The vodka flew like a river. Despair, fears and worries ware drowned, at least for a while.
I got out first. I guess I was good at it by then, gaining freedom from oppressors that is. You gave me reason to have lots of experience. The joy I felt was indescribable. I was on top of the world and Ivan could go freeze in Siberia somewhere. The devil didn't. Hungary followed suit but I still waited for you. When the Berlin Wall came down I was lost and didn't know what to do. I left you and your brother to reunite. But you didn't forget me. You tried to hide your tears of happiness by pressing my head to your chest. I noticed anyway but didn't say a word because you would just deny it and call me a girl. So I didn't. I smiled through my own tears and held on to you tighter.
There were ups and downs after that. The economic crisis, the plane crash in Smolensk. We were there for each other. Kind of. I would have laughed if someone called us a happy couple. You liked to act above me sometimes, only to come crawling back. I liked to make you jealous by hanging out with Toris. You pulled my hair and made fun of my girlyness. I called you a bastard and sat on you. Only that didn't work out very well since you three times my weight. We had so many fights…and reunions. I loved how those ended, I think you did too. It's like we cant live without each other because something always draws us back. We fill in what the other is missing. We balance. Black and white. Hot and cold. Summer and winter. Rain and drought. German and Pole…?
Now life is so much calmer. I don't have to go to war against you. I can throw a plastic fork at you instead. Maybe we matured a bit and out hormones calmed down so we can actually stand each other and behave. When we want to. We grew better at expressing our feelings although we're still pretty bad at it. I hope we continue to learn. Unless we finally snap and nuke each other and
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"You Prussian bastard! You, like, give me my journal back right now!" Feliks screamed at Gilbert who was waving it right above his reach. Feliks blushed as he prayed he wouldn't open and read it. He lunged for it but Gilbert swung the journal away and laughed.
"Why should I?" he asked as he tossed it from hand to hand.
"Because I'm asking you!" Poland answered. He was looking for another opportunity to snatch his journal back. Prussia just eyed him and smirked.
"It's going to take a WAY better argument than that …"
Well...this is it~! If you like it comment so maybe i will write one for Russia too...;) The world needs more PrusPol and RusPol and I'm totally willing to make more contributions. R&R !