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‘LET GO YA BIG BEAR OF A BRUDER I CAN’T BREATHE’ *incoherent noises while trying to get out of grasp*
[[howdoyoudomusclemen]]
[[hellofrienditsnicetoseeyouagaingomenforthepersonalitychange]]
Starter for p2fran
Pensively, Lutz waited for his boyfriend to answer the phone as the ringing continued to loop in his ear until the crackle of breath against a receiver interrupted the monotony and a thickly accented greeting came filtering through, making Lutz grin despite himself.
“Hallo Schatz. Miss me? Cus I’ve been going crazy without you.”
I don't hate you for it.
For what exactly? There’s a lot I’ve done that I thought you hated.
ask2ppreussen
(His hand moves to the back of his head, fingers tugging a little at the base of that ever-present ponytail with a bit of agitation. Why he thought this was a good idea, he’d never know–here he was getting exactly what he wanted, and he has no idea how he’s supposed to respond without sounding like a giant asshole.
Maybe that was his problem–he’d been so sure for so long that Lutz would throw this in his face that he had no idea how to respond now that he wasn’t.)
I could have cut you some slack. …I could have cut you a lot of slack, your entire life. We both know that.
(We both know that, and yet here we are.)
It’s a curse. I think. Living like this, separate from human beings, feeling war like scars on our back and knives in our eyes. We try to emulate them. The way they live, the way they treat family and friends, but. The things we go through are so much… (He gestures with a hand, the train of thought mostly cut off due to losing grip of what he was trying to say, remembering all too clearly the image of himself shouting, shouting and ranting at the younger nation about the end of the war, about things that were far out of both of their control… He shakes his head, letting his hand drop.)
I forgive you for it. ‘Better late than never’, or something like that.
…Christmas is coming up. And I’d like it if we could spend it together this year.
(Altmann wasn’t alone in these thoughts. It’s shouting and ranting that make up the majority of Lutz’s memories of his older brother. Stern and steely eyes; grim sour-faced expressions, always scowling at him with a mixture of criticism and mild disgust. Rarely a kind word spoken and quick to list every mistake he made. As a child expecting care and guidance just to be told he was a disgraceful failure, Lutz had spent often a night, curled up in his bed, drying his tears against his pillowcase. If Altmann knew, he didn’t draw attention to it. Small miracles that. Adulthood changed only one thing. How to deal with his brother’s bullshit when he finally made the realisation that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as big a fuckup as Altmann claimed, and not every little thing that went wrong was his fault.)
Can’t change the past. (Lutz shrugs, trying to play it off as casually as possible. But even if he succeeded, nothing could have prepared him for what Altmann had to say for himself last.)
That’s... Are you sure about that? (he crossed his arms, needing to know before letting him have that chance.)
I don't hate you for it.
For what exactly? There’s a lot I’ve done that I thought you hated.
Sure. And there are a lot of things I have done to you, as well, but that is not what I wanted to talk about.
Scarring up my face, is what I meant, specifically.
I do not blame you for it.
Oh... That.
(The guilt is awkward and heavy in his chest, extinguishing any chance for actually eating dinner later)
Ah- ... I didn’ mean it. I know it’s a lousy excuse, but those years were some of the worse of my entire life, ‘n’ I felt angry and tired and miserable and powerless, and above all, unfit to be called Germany ever again.
Ah was tryin’ to keep it together just to keep going, so I didn’t talk about how I was feeling, not that it mattered much to you anyways. You were angry enough for the both of us, but damn it you didn’t half let me forget about just how pissed off you were every time I walked through the front door...
Tch. I don’t want to stand here and say ‘maybe if you’d have cut me some slack it wouldn’t have happened’ or play the blame game with you. I’ve had over half a century to think about what I did and bottom line is there’s no excuse for what I did.
I’m a man now, and I’m old enough to know I did you wrong. So.... ‘M Sorry.
I don't hate you for it.
For what exactly? There’s a lot I’ve done that I thought you hated.
I'm Bored so I'll Headcanon - Lutz's ongoing Health Problems
OOC: Lutz has Type 1 Diabetes and is also hypoglycemia as a result of his insulin injections. Therefore most nations and his bosses look the other way in meetings if he brings a bag of sweets along to guzzle on.
Lutz also suffers from an acute case of Anemia, which he controls with iron tablets when he wakes up in the morning (which is when his condition hits him the hardest); but his smoking habits impact negatively on both his treatments since he refuses to quit.
Both of these stem from his malnutrition as a child and later years during the 20s.
Reblogging this back.
It is true that you cut up your brother's face?
Hey it wasn’t like that!
Don’t ask that and make it sound as though I’m some sort of knife-wielding psychopath who gets his kicks hurting other people! Got it?!
That said… Look, yes it was my fault okay?
I did a real stupid stupid thing and don’t think I haven’t had time to think about what I did and regret it. But it’s too late for sorry. Seventy years too late.
Moar 2pGerFra, pls (〒︿〒)
Yesssssss
Maria is a bit over protective of Lutz
I love my siblings very much though. However we get along like any normal family would. Well any normal nation family.
[[muses used ask2p-fem-germany, ask-p2-prussia [the only 2p prussia i have interacted with recently to my knowledge, i know too many of them oops, and i fail at buff men so i apologize to any 2p germanys who see this :’D]]
(( exploding clothes meme 2p style ( ^: ))
( To be continued…! )
Headcanon: Lutz’s Work
Just because he doesn’t sit in an office or meetings all day, wearing a suit and guzzling down coffee every second he can to keep himself awake, doesn’t mean Lutz doesn’t hold down an official job.
Lutz is a Stock Trader for Frankfurter Wertpapierbörse, and works from his home office. He’s damn good at his job but keeps it low key around his fellow Nations, and contrary to the popular belief that he’s lazy, he currently holds a Masters Degree in Econometrics and Mathematical Economics.
Pausing in the doorway of his own kitchen, he stared for a long while at the mess it presented him, dishes piled in the sink, maggots likely to be on them as well as mold. He was pretty sure that anything in the fridge or the cupboards would have been long expired since he literally just up and left. “Ah…Maybe we should order out…” He turned and looked over his still scrawny shoulders at his boyfriend, smiling sheepishly before actually walking over to him and patting him on the chest “Anything you want, I’ll even pay” He sighed, hand lingering on the others chest for a while, eyes seeming to dull as he stared at his fingers. Even though he had gotten better with himself, he couldn’t help but think of the past and the people he had left behind. One of which he actually missed terribly but hadn’t heard from in a long time Matthew. He wondered where his son was and if he was doing well, but his thoughts were interrupted by his own sigh, eyes flitting up to the others face, solemn expression in his eyes but a smile braced his face. “What do ya say? Mexican? Chinese?”
Reading Francis came as easily to Lutz as breathing now. Almost two years together and he'd have to be blind, deaf and emotionally dead inside to be unable to notice when all was not right with his boyfriend.
"Hey," Lutz said softly before touching the hand against his chest, wrapping his cut-off gloved fingers around the finger and leaning in to give Francis' cheek a light kiss. "As your number one fan, I think yer doing great. And whatever issue lie ahead that you're thinking of right now, you're going to get through them. AndI'll be right here, ja? Right here every step of the way." Lutz was always devoted and loyal as a partner, but for Francis those virtues were on a whole other level. He smiled, mellow and supportively as he started to roll up his sleeves. "Mexican sounds amazing. Now, how's about I tackle that kitchen of yours while you order the food. Where do you keep yer bin-liners?" Nothing quite said devotion like tossing aside your years of lazy housekeeping to help your best friend / boyfriend clean his rotting, maggot-infested kitchen.
The sound of Lutz coming in didn’t stir him until the other had spoken. His eyes zoned on the German and his grinning sarcasm, which he returned by walking over and giving him a small shove in the shoulder. Even though he barely moved, he still felt stronger than he was when he left France. “Of course I have more….I gained weight” he gave a grumble after that, even though on his part, gaining weight was a good thing. He had to buy nearly a whole new wardrobe, which suited his newer and more lean physic. It was thanks to Lutz and his mind numbing workouts that got him to gain what he needed. “Besides, I think I remember you saying something along the lines of ‘finally having someone to arm wrestle with’?” Chuckling, he jerked his head to the staircase and turned around “you can set them at the base of the stairs, I’ll unpack them later, right now I’m hungry and I am pretty sure you are too..”
He raised the flats of his palms in a 'woah there man' stance jokingly, his grin becoming more endearing on his face as he nodded his head and said "Ja. You're the Boss" and went about doing what he was told and dispatching the heavy bags over his shoulders onto the floor by the stairs. If it was at all possible for Francis to get any more attractive in his eyes, then it was through the other's new physique. His newfound strength of body seemed to help with his mind and Lutz couldn't be more pleased with that. He had made his own changes to his lifestyle too, some without even realising it. With one of an intellectual persuasion living in his apartment with a deep love for reading and philosophy, Lutz in turn had gravitated towards his own literature and found himself actually enjoying the feeling of reading a book when your older brother wasn't watching you in scorn and disapproval for your choice, forcing you to put it back on the shelf with your eyes averted. Or worse, if he did approve and ordered you to read it every day and night, only to quiz you on the chapters and become frustrated when you couldn't remember certain parts of the text, deeming you to be a moron... Yeah. It was definitely nicer to see Francis' wry little smile when he would glance over and read Lutz's choice of book that evening than it was to remember Altmann's scowl and jeers. "Hey don't knock it. You almost fractured my wrist the other day," he joked, exaggerating a little before nodding in response. "Ja, I am. You want to order something or is it cooking tonight?" Between the two of them, Lutz was the better cook. France had gotten a little better while he had been staying with him but he was still suspectable to burning toast... or milk... Francis had never fully explained how he managed that feat.
I’m sure you do Lutz ~
(Reblogging cus Lutz is proud to have such an epic boyfriend)