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1970s Human AU in which Gilbert runs away from an abusive home in ‘67. A few years later, he finds out that after he ran away his mother remarried, and Gilbert now has a step-brother, Ludwig, whom he’s never met. Ludwig experiences the same abuse Gilbert did so one day Gilbert decides to straight up kidnap Ludwig and raise him on his own.
I died with you
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Lately I've been running of ideas :'(. So I decided to raffle some words and frases (and a literary genre). This is the result:
I'm going to try. Let's see what we get hahahah. It's gonna be Ruspru xD
Work in Progress!
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Tagged by: @last-year-coffee ¡Gracias! :D
Favourite color: black and orange. Halloween vibes ;)
Currently reading: Dracula and Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone.
Last song: Call Me When You're Sober by Evanescence (Evanescence it's one of my favorite bands)
Last Series: You (on Netflix)
Last movie: Unhinged (2020)
Sweet, savory or spicy: I don't know... Maybe savory? Really I don'y know xD
Currently working on: Dunkel, one of my fics :3. There are some parts publicated on wattpad.
Tagging:@miloafternoonks @jackce @prubun xD.
Sorry @last-year-coffee for asking a little bit late :P
How do you stay motivated?
Motivation is a fickle bitch. Don’t expect motivation. You don’t stay motivated; you work through the periods of exhaustion and disinterest with relentless discipline and enjoy the moments of motivation when they come, ride the wave, and then struggle through the depths again.
(Habit, not motivation, should be your best friend. Routine, persistence, patience.)
"It's healed so well, that's wonderful!"
A tender, but somber scene between Russia and Prussia. Russia is overlooking Prussia's recovery. He seems very invested ...
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Me trying to write my 500 word essay:
Fanfic writers pumping out 100k+ word stories:
“Over the years I have had many animal friends, but currently I do not. It has been a long time since I have owned a pet.”
“Sadly, animals live very short lives. It is hard on the heart to lose them.”
Me in online class after saying "here" during attendance
sleep deprived but arrived
@daengore thanks for this ask! ^^
Just a few notes under the cut:
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What do you like about living in the URSS? And what do you hate?
It feels good to be in charge of something again, to be respected and have my opinion and council wanted, unlike how it was before. It’s good to be trusted with handling the business of the GDR, although it can stressful and hard on my body sometimes since I have more on my plate than just that, but there have been good...distractions as well.
Ivan, though... He’s tough to live with. The others don’t stick around long enough to annoy me too much and a few of them even seem scared of me, but since I work under Ivan, I see him every day. He can be demanding and cold, uncompassionate at times, and there’s no convincing him what his mind is made up. But the worst is his complete and utter lack of cleanliness. It drives me insane. Between all the paperwork I handle for my own responsibilities and bugging Ivan to finish his own work, I also have taken up cleaning the man’s office daily because he’s so disorganized. But...even that distracts me from everything going on, so I guess I can’t complain too much. I hate how cold Ivan keeps it in the house though, I can never seem to get warm, and don’t even get me started on the coffee here, it’d be an insult to coffee to call that swill coffee.
Blind Words
Ship: UsUk
Genere: Historical. Theme: Oath Note: This is for @hetalia-writers-monthly. I got inspired in the quote. “History is a nightmare from which I am trying to wake”.
It was a night in the middle of The Great War when America was seated in a trench waiting. He had been looking for the stars in the sky but it was pretty cloudy.
The trench was wet and dirty. Alfred didn’t like being there. It was pretty silent outside. In war silence sometimes was horrible. All the men around were tensed. They were smoking, praying or humming a song. America decided to inspect his gun as it was more interesting than anything that was happening.
The soldiers started to shout as some cans were falling out in the trench. Some yellow smoke was emanating from the cans. It smelled horrible and hurt the eyes of the men. Alfred tried to cover his nose and desperately tried to go out the ditch, yet some bullets flew over his head. America came back to the trench with all the yellowish smoke. He couldn’t see well, he was hitting himself with everything around. He was lost. Then someone dragged him from his arm. He felt he was being moved, but he didn’t know where. They talked English, with a British accent. He was safe someway, but didn’t know where he was going.
Then he understood he was in some kind of hospital. Men were crying or screaming because of pain. He felt he was placed in a bed. They injected him something, and felt calmer somehow. Doctors treat his wounds. It hurt a lot, so he fainted.
When he woke up he couldn’t see. He thought it was because the bandages, he took off the bandages. Still he couldn’t see very well. He thought he had his eyes closed but when he touched them they were full open. So he screamed and cried. He was blind.
“Alfred! ALFRED!” Someone was calling his name. He was trying to calm him. “It’s Arthur!” England said. “I’m here.” He murmured.
“Arthur! I can’t see! I can’t see! Everything is dark! I CAN’T SEE!” Alfred shouted scared. Arthur hugged him, and America cried. “I don’t even know where am I.“ He cried again like a child.
Arthur took him by his arms solidly. He had a very serious semblant, though Alfred couldn´t see it.
“You are going to heal. You are a nation! Nations can pass away like a mortal human but they revive. I died a lot of times. War is like a nightmare, and when you die…” He stopped for a moment. “And when you wake up you are in the same nightmare. History is the nightmare that you would like to wake up, but you don’t. We belong to history. We’re never going to be free. That’s a horrible true.” Arthur said as he caressed Alfred’s hair, he had stopped crying. “I’ll take care of you until you can see again.” England said.
“Is it a promise? I don’t believe in your promises! You almost always break them!” America shouted as he tried to separate from Arthur, but he didn’t let him.
“If it isn’t a promise, it will be an oath!” Arthur said. Alfred didn’t believe him at all. He may have broken this oath.
When the war came to end, Arthur took Alfred with him to his home in Westchester. The Englishman had to lead Alfred to everywhere he would like to go. America never could get used to be blind at the time he had this condition.
It was about 1930, when the Great Depression had started that Alfred got his vision back. He was in bed, because the big hit for his economy had left him hospitalized.
Arthur was by his side though he had to fix a lot of problems for his people. In fact, England was signing paper in a seat next to Alfred’s bed. Suddenly, America woke up. Kirkland stood up next to him, ready to call the nurse but the American was in shock.
“Arthur… I can see you!” Alfred was happily shouting. Arthur felt like his oath was complete, but… “Arthur, are these worlds a little blurry?” He asked about his documents.
“No. They are pretty clear.” Arthur answered.
Alfred waited some time with the hope that his sight would be normal again. Five years later, it wasn’t getting better.
“Alfred, it’s time to go with the doctor. You need glasses.” Arthur said, feeling like his oath wouldn’t never come to an end.
“NO! WAIT!” Alfred shouted, trying to avoid the reality. “I can’t be…”
“It isn’t that bad.” Arthur said.
“It is.” Alfred felt like crying, he couldn’t accept his vision wouldn’t be normal again.
It was about 1943. They were in war again. Alfred was trying to analyze some maps with his glasses. The glasses fitted him, but it was difficult for Alfred to accept he couldn´t pilot a plane in the war. He found it disgusting. He had always liked the sky, now he couldn’t be there.
Arthur entered the tent and seat next to him.
“Are there news?” England asked.
“It’s a nightmare.” Alfred answered.
“What are you talking about, Alfred?” Arthur approached to Alfred. The American hugged Arthur.
“Did you remember when you told me that history is like a nightmare? Well… It seems humans can’t stop doing war. Blood is dripping everywhere. Still…” He stayed some seconds thinking. “I felt when a lot of my men died in Normandia. I felt like I lost all my body’s blood. It feels like it will never ends…” Alfred looked at Arthur’s eyes. England was sad, like the younger nation had just understood the meaning of being a nation’s spirit.
“You are too young… You still have to comprehend a lot of things. You are still too blind.”
“ Would you light me up?” Alfred asked.
“Yes. It’s a promise.” Arthur said.
“You break your promises.” Alfred added, sad.
“It’s not a promise. It’s an oath!”
Bed of Roses [RusPru]
This is for @historical-hetalia-week
Day 6: 1945 onwards | Memento
Summary: WWII ended, and aparently everything ended for Prussia too.
Warning: Character death and blood.
Genere: after- war/ war period story
Prussia was wandering around Ivan’s manor’s garden, there were plenty of roses and leafy trees. He had been thinking a lot. It had been two years since the war was over, and he still couldn’t understand how it ended so soon. One day he was commanding his Panzer in Russia, the other day he was leaning on Brandenburg Gate wounded.
“It’s over”. He said, and then he collapsed on the floor. “It’s over.” He repeated. “I failed.” He murmured. Then he felt someone approaching: It was Ivan. Prussia didn’t know what to think; because the Russian seemed angry and sad at the same time.
“Prussia, you lost. I warned you to don’t go that far.” He said as he raised Gilbert from the rubble. It was extrange; Ivan expected some fighting, but Beilschmidt seemed so docile. “Aren’t you shouting? Any punches?” Russia still didn’t get any word as he provoked him. “Gilbert?” Asked Ivan as he relaxed his factions.
“Let me here. I want to die in peace”. Gilbert said. “I was suppose to kill myself instead of surrender, but I’m tired of fighting. I’ve been fighting since I was born. I fought for food.. I fought for my land… I fought for my name, my brother, my country… I fought to breathe… I fought for you… And now…” He took a look at the destroyed city. Berlin was a pile of dust. Everything was grey and dead. Gilbert had a look before making eye contact with Ivan. “Now everything is broken. Everything I fought for is gone. This is… Is this how everything ends?” Prussia asked as Ivan helped him to stand up. The albino man had a real bad injury in his side, it was bleeding. Gilbert’s black uniform was soaked with blood, even there was some blood on the floor.
“I… I don’t know!” Ivan answered. He wasn’t sure if it was the end of Prussia. He had never seen the men so defeated.
“Would you promise something... For the love we had to each other?” Gilbert asked sadly, remembering when they ended their relationship because of the Stalingrad battle.
“Y-yes.” Ivan was scared as he was holding Gilbert to make him stand.
“When I die, please, can you bury me in a bed of roses?” He asked.
“You are not dying!” Ivan exclaimed crying, because Prussia can’t die, no?
“Ivan. This was my last war. I’m not fighting anymore.” He asserted, then he fainted in Ivan’s arms.
Time went by, it was 1947 and Prussia was definitely dissolved. That night Gilbert had dinner alone and went to his room with the excuse to have a nap. Ivan knew he probably wouldn’t be alive for next morning. So, he went to check Gilbert to find him breathless. Gilbert was into the bed hugging his sword and uniform.
"Gilbert?" Ivan asked the man, but got no answer. Russia touched his skin: he was still warm but there was no beating. Gilbert had died recently. " Oh, Gil." Ivan was impressed because the albino hadn't suffered. He just died sleeping.
Ivan felt as some cold hands wrapped his heart. He went to the garden and cut roses and went to the lake in the forest. He took a boat and filled it with petals, then he came back to take Gilbert.
"I'm sorry. I'm… Really sorry. You didn't fail. You didn't lose everything. Just… Just things don't last forever." Ivan said as he placed the Prussian on the bed of roses. It was a sunny day, but the weather doesn't understand when people are sad. "Bis bald, Gilbert Beilschmidt." The man said as he let the boat slide into the water.
Sun was shining on Gilbert's face, but he couldn't feel warmth, and he will never feel it again. He was dead, but this time he won't wake up as it happened in wars when he was injured severally. Now, as any human, he will sleep forever.
Notes:
I use “Bis Bald” since it means “See you soon”, this way Ivan isn’t saying something like “Goodbye forever”. It’s like he has the hope that Prussia come to live again.
I was inspired in this song:
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Tagged by: @prubun (thaanks :3)
Okey. Let's see. I have been working in two different fics at the same time. One in Spanish and the other in English. The following I'm gonna share isn't posted still:
Bed of Roses (English): It's a short one-shot (WIP) for an event in tumblr.
“Prussia, you lost. I warned you to don’t go that far.” He said as he raised Gilbert from the rubble. It was extrange; Ivan expected some fighting, but Beilschmidt seemed so docile. “Aren’t you shouting? Any punches?” Russia still didn’t get any word.”
Dunkel (Español): This is a multi- chapter fic that I've been working to take it out of hiatus. It's a cardverse AU. Waring: This is not edited yet:
Ludwig comenzó a pedir cada vez más y más retratos, hasta que llenó todo un pasillo con los posibles retratos — bastantes exactos a decir verdad— de Gilbert Beischmidt.
Ludwig creó casi una credo entorno a su idea.
Pero, mientras la locura del joven príncipe acrecentaba, la distancia de Gilbert respecto a su antigua prisión también.
El albino admiraba como el paisaje y el clima cambiaba rotundamente a medida que se acercaba al gélido norte.
Huyendo del ejercito de Hearts, Gilbert comenzó a quedarse sin comida y el agotamiento lo vencía. Entonces, entre el mar de nieve, sus fuerzas fueron vencidas y perdió el conocimiento. A partir de ese momento se vio atado a Ivan Braginsky, príncipe de Klever.
Tagging: @gashetadechocolate @miloafternoonks @last-year-coffee @rusger-forever (sorry i don’t know too many people in tumblr).
None of you have to do it. Don’t feel obligated ;)
“I admit, I was slightly hesitant to participate in the dissection at first, but curiosity and my need to learn won out at the end of the day. Nowadays, anatomical dissections are a widely accepted teaching tool for future physicians! There is truth in what you say though, some students are incredibly excited but some just hit the floor as soon as the cadaver is opened. Regardless, I believe it’s still an important part of a doctor’s training.
Learning anatomy from a book is one thing but nothing will ever compare to actually seeing bones, muscles, organs, and tissue with your own eyes; memorizing how they feel with your hands. The first time I held someone’s literal heart in my hands was an incredibly wonderful and yet humbling experience — One that I’m surely not going to forget anytime soon,”
@daengore thanks for the ask and for the compliment~!! ^^
OMG that's awesome!
