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Summary: Prussia is more philosophical than people give him credit. He was once the center of cultural and arts in Europe, but Militarism tends to overshadow his story. Not that Militarism isn't a big part, it is, but there are two sides to every story.
Pairing: None unless you want really vague Fritz/Pru or Germancest…
There are two sides to every coin. One that shines and dances in the light capturing the eyes of passerby's. A promise of use and welcoming to be shared. This side gives hope and flourishes in all walks of life and arts. This side is well loved and cherished through beauty and through sorrow.
"My King…please promise me one last thing before you pass. I know you think me silly for my beliefs, our debates on religion would go on for hours, but for this moment, promise me that if there is another side, that if you do indeed go to a Heaven of some kind, you will be yourself. No longer look into a mirror and see a reflection that dared not be what nature made it, but flourish and thrive. Be who you were meant to be, promise me, your humble servant and State, that when you wake on the other side, that the mask that hid your reservations and passions will fall to the wayside and you, my most gracious King, will blossom into who you were meant to be from the beginning. Promise me, Frederick, promise me you will cease to be a mask of artifice and shine as the astute artist you are. I make this solemn vow that my life will be a reflection for all that you strived for, to never forget what you did for me, a once small and powerless State now turned great just so long as you, Frederick, never hide your true self in the next life."
But there is another side to all stories. One that is distorted and used against its owner. Stained and misshapen, this side is a reminder and instigator of depravity. While these stories are often warped and mistaken, they still cycle through minds, being passed along like a plague, darkening hearts and crushing hope for all that see it.
"You are the reason for this chaos! This is your fault! Your militaristic ideals and your Prussian ways, that is who is at fault for these wars! This man is the reason for all this needless death, this man spawned this disaster! The evil seed of Europe, the black heart that gave rise to Hitler, it's your fault Gilbert! It is your hands that are stained with the blood of all these lives. The Prussian problem has to be dealt with and I can see only one solution. We did not deal with you properly after The Great War, so we will make sure we don't make that mistake again. Prussia should be wiped off the map and abolished as a State! Let us have this stain be removed. What's say you all? "
But a coin cannot be thrown to the side just because of stains and dirt upon its casting. You must cherish these stories, question those who doubt and give the care and affection these ideals need. One must continuingly upkeep, polish, shine and recast less all the coins of the world fade and break like brittle branches among the trees.
A coin has two sides, and each side is just as important as the other, but should never stand alone as a single outlook. History is contradictive and endless with mountains of wealth scattered throughout the centuries, and each story has many sides. Who's to say the shine of another is truth and the stain is false? Who is to say that just because of a dent they are no longer useful? Who has the authority to judge another's past with only precisely chosen evidence, ignoring the rest of the stories to perpetuate lies?
"Ne, West? You busy later? It's a beautiful day today…I was hoping maybe we could go riding? You know, like we used to? We could make a picnic, and hey, I bet the dogs would love to stretch their legs, ja? You don't have to if you don' wanna-I can totally go alone 'cause being alone is just so aweso-"
"Gilbert?"
"Oh! Uh, Ja?"
"…We can go riding…Why don't you go get the dogs rea-ack! Gilbert!? Warn me when you jump on me like this!"
"Es tut mir leid, West! Yay! Picnic~! Picnic~! We're going on a picnic~!"
"Ja, ja…I'll make lunches, you get things ready…"
"Yaaay!"
"Ne, Gilbert?"
"Ja, West?"
"….You know I'll never-
"I know, West. You're too smart to forget someone as awesome as me!"
"I mean-"
"Ludwig? You've seen me at my lowest and still stayed true…You are not a petty child who casts their toys away when faults are found. You continue to cherish them, and even repair ones that are broken when no one else would. Now, can we go on that picnic? Pleeeease?"
"Yes, Gilbert…We can."
"Yahoo!"
Translations:
'Es tut mir leid' :: I am sorry