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And then he called him AWESOME

Awesome!

Everyone was wondering why he was always calling himself the Awesome, when it was obvious that he was not.
Maybe pure selfishness , perhaps a desire to focus on himself.
Who knows.
The fact is that, after passing centuries, curiosity on that damn nickname, faded and everyone became accustomed to hearing Prussia call himself so .
Always with that arrogant smirk and that laugh printed on the face .
But in a certain way, maybe they didn't perceived the reason, one of the most noble, something that united them a bit, and yet still they were not asking.
As if that silence full of questions, it was a ' acceptance of that eccentric nickname.
It was the symbol of a memory.
In the deep of Prussia, no matter what others might think of him .
Of why or how, it was dubbed in that way.
Prussia just wanted to know that person, even in the afterlife, would have known.
Because the only one who was really interested in Prussia, not as a nation, but as a mere mortal, as if he was simply Gilbert, was dead for centuries.
For Der Alte Fritz, Prussia was really important.
It was not just a nation, but the son he never had.
Who he had spent a whole life in the fields, in the fire of battle, for.
Who he had created a kingdom that was at its height for.
That one who was falling asleep to the gentle sighs of his flute .
That one who, after the great battle, was slumped on his knees, sobbing like a child.
Perhaps because he had lost again .
No, not for Friedrich.
For the first time he had won .
He had won himself, his own integrity.
Never more so divided.
For this reason, there, kneeling with him, heedless of the mud clinging to the pants, with a hand on his shoulder, the old Fritz called him Awesome.
So with his eyes dazed, shocked by surprise, Prussia watched him riding away to return to the camp.
For the first time , the eyes of someone , he was not a nullity .
For this reason, every Sunday, disappears from circulation, regardless of the noisy and boring meetings, time merciless grieved over him, on that white fringe stuck to the front of the grave and gray in the open space of a garden.
A bunch of flowers dripping , an empty bottle of beer and some potatoes to keep company at that former nation that toasted, in the rain, at the soul of Fritz .
And he did not care anything at all, if others considered him only a fanatic egocentric megalomaniac .
Because for that father failed , he would always called him Awesome.
The important thing was that Fritz did really believe in him.

Author's note:
Hi guys!
This chapter is dedicate to all people who love Gilbert!
Friedrich was a great king, that grow up the power of Prussia in Europe, in fact after the Seven Years War, even if he didn't won, he affirmed the union of his reign, therefore it is as if he won his unit.
Now you see Frederick II was married but had no children, he hated his wife, but he loved his sister intensely and he was also her best friend, so it is not true that he hated women, he could not stand certain types; he was also a talented musician of the flute.
In a picture hanging out on the internet I saw that on old Fritz' s grave, as well as there were some flowers also wore potatoes, in fact he introduced the cultivation of this tuber in Germany.
However the explanations I sincerely hope that you enjoyed the story, the next chapter is about France.
Kisses,
Sachi93