Soldat und Vater

Sweat saves blood, blood saves lives, and brains saves both. - Erwin Rommel [Indie Human!Germania roleplay blog] [No images used are mine unless stated]

[dem-deutschen-volke]

This came to mind in my discussions with titanessofthenorth in regards to how my Human AU Germania would react to her Scandia - she commented that Scandia would give my Wilhelm a lot of grey hairs …

… and this happened! XD

[nordvei]

soldatundvater started following you

[nordvei]

Norway gave a slight nod to the other as he returned to his coffee, choosing to finish it before speaking, “Hallo.” 

[soldatundvater]

Wilhelm returned the gesture, regarding the other as a very mature-looking young man. Not that Wilhelm could talk, given how he was when he was young, but it was nonetheless a nice thing to see. 

"Hallo," he returned, before realising he was occupying the only seat other than the one the youngster was sitting in at the table, adding: "Excuse me, I can sit elsewhere if you like."

[nordvei]

"You may sit for as long as you’d like, I do not mind. sometimes company is not all that bad as one would think," He calmly replied, setting the cup down on the table. At least this one wasn’t loud. Or annoying. Or kept bothering him. And he was polite. Yes, he couldn’t find a reason to mind at all. 

[soldatundvater]

The German man nodded in silent agreement to the younger's philosophy. "Very true," he said. Neither perhaps knew how similar their thoughts for each other were, Wilhelm himself being relieved that this youngster wasn't loud, annoying or bothersome. Polite. A nice breath of fresh air.

He regarded the boy and said: "If you don't mind me saying so, but you have a slight accent ... though your German is perfect, you are not from this country, am I correct?" This was Wilhelm's way of starting a potentially interesting chat - because honestly he had no idea how else to. And he did not particularly want to sit in silence next to a youngster for the entire duration of his stay. He liked quiet, certainly, but absolute silence, for too long at that, disturbed him.

[nordvei]

therealcapital started following you

soldatundvater started following you

reiji-mizuchi started following you

[nordvei]

Norway gave a slight nod to the other as he returned to his coffee, choosing to finish it before speaking, “Hallo.” 

[soldatundvater]

Wilhelm returned the gesture, regarding the other as a very mature-looking young man. Not that Wilhelm could talk, given how he was when he was young, but it was nonetheless a nice thing to see. 

"Hallo," he returned, before realising he was occupying the only seat other than the one the youngster was sitting in at the table, adding: "Excuse me, I can sit elsewhere if you like."

[soldatundvater]

Besucher?

[soldatundvater]

  The German’s left eyebrow twitched at the correction, but the hand preventing the close of his door and insisting on the Italian - he was Italian, give or take the strange dialect heard, and no one would tell Wilhelm otherwise - was sufficient to make him freeze, staring in bewildered incredulity at the other man. A rising sensation of threat, being threatened, began to churn in his gut, and the German knew it would only be a matter of time before he took matters further into his own hands.

However, Romulus’s cheery demeanour made him hesitate and sigh heavily. Perhaps this man was just mentally challenged. 

"My name is Wilhelm," he said, and after a pause, in which he reasoned that this wouldn’t be enough to make the man go away, added: "Wilhelm Beilschmidt. There. Now we know each-other’s names, please leave. My sons will be coming home soon, and I doubt they will be very happy to see their father being harassed by a strange Ita—fine, Roman man, wearing ridiculous clothes.”

Secretly, Wilhelm hoped his sons would come to give him a hand, but his pride would not allow him to consciously admit this.

[imperivmromanvm-archive-deactiv]

"I would like to meet your sons!" Romulus still forced the door open, smiling at the other. "… I do like this outfit!" His smile turned into a small frown as he looked down.

"You are not wearing anything better than I am. Is it not polite to invite a guest in for some wine? Food? Have you no manners?" He was still frowning and starting to practically force his way through the door.

"You seem like someone I knew once! Complete with the lack of emotions, manners, and a very strange hair cut," Romulus glanced over him for a few moments. "Is your son named Ludwig?"

[soldatundvater]

"My clothes are what society would deem 'normal'! And no one in their right mind would allow a random stranger who is trying to force his way into their home and give them food! Are you an idiot?" Wilhelm hissed, further glowering at the string of casually-bestowed insults. Who the hell did this man think he was? He did not know a single thing about him! He was the one being unreasonable and not to mention invasive! How else did he expect a normal human being to react? But the moment the crazy man mentioned his youngest he had crossed the line.

Left with no other option in his mind, the German gave the other a sharp push, aiming to shove him off his doorstep and (preferably) onto his backside on the concrete.

"This is your final warning!" he barked. "Either you get the hell out of my sight or I call the police!"

[soldatundvater]

Besucher?

[soldatundvater]

…How strange. The child didn’t even know if he was lost or not. He must be something of a simpleton, the German man thought, staring at the youngster, unsure how to respond. What on earth does one say to a boy who doesn’t know whether he’s coming or going, or whether he was even meant to be doing either at all? 

Ugh. He didn’t want to be made to think about stupid little things like this. After a few moments of contemplation, giving the Italian a curious look, he asked: “You guess? Can you be a little more sure? Where are you supposed to be right now?”

[fata-per-i-pomodori]

"Well…" He bit his lip, looking up at the man, he thought that he might be causing some trouble for the other, but he can’t help that. He wasn’t really lost but he didn’t know where he was. "I was given directions to come this way….an I am where I’m supposed to be, but I don’t know where here is…" He answered honestly, wondering if that was a reasonable explanation for what was on his mind. 

[soldatundvater]

Wilhelm stared at the youngster. He had no idea what he was getting at, and he was sure it wasn't the fault of his age. The boy genuinely wasn't making sense, and the older man's frown displayed this confusion plainly.

After a pause, he said: "Wait here, I'll get a map," and promptly shut the door, went inside, and came back moments later with a folded map under his arm, which he promptly handed to the Italian. "This should help you get your bearings," he said.

[soldatundvater]

Besucher?

handsofftheharley

The German man silently wondered if his sons were to blame for the recent torrent of visitors as he opened his front door to yet another fitting that category. Oh well. It wasn’t a bother, per se. Simply odd. And something else.

His new visitor was somewhat of a different sort from what he had previously been used. A rebel child - or one trying to pose as such - certainly. Piercings. Necessary? Hardly. He had a feeling the youngster was concealing more evidence beneath his clothes. Ridiculous. Regardless, Wilhelm would be civil. After all, this young man was a perfect stranger.

"Good day," he said, in German of course. "Can I help you?"

[handsofftheharley-moved-deactiv]

He crossed his arms over his chest in an almost stern manner, eyes blank as the door opened. He wasn’t sure what to expect- perhaps hoping for a familiar face in this city, though the chances were slim (he only knew, what, two, three people of German descent? And they all lived in the States), but he waited regardless. A soft sigh fell from his lips when the other answered the door in, of course, German.

"You speak English?" he asked a bit gruffly, almost as if annoyed.

[soldatundvater]

Wilhelm's left eyebrow twitched. A rude English boy. Just his luck. 

"I can," he said. "Very well, actually." He sounded rather cold, but frankly the older man didn't care. You reap what you sow. He continued on to repeat, this time in English: "Can I help you?"

[always-n-forever-love-deactivat]

[soldatundvater]

Besucher?

lagelanden

Wilhelm regarded the tall blonde with mild interest. Thankfully, this one didn’t appear so cluelessly lost or thoughtlessly intrusive as some had been previously. That was a good sign.

"Good day," he said, with a slight curious look. "Can I help you?"

[lagelanden]

The first thing he’d noticed was the German’s appearance. That hair was awfully long. However, he hadn’t come here to judge other people’s fashion choices and approached the other.

"Oh, good morning," he answered, nodding once at the man. "We’re thinking of investing in some companies here. I’m from the Netherlands. The neighbour."

[soldatundvater]

The German was rather relieved to hear the Dutch man's purpose - and more so that he was Dutch, not a strange Italian or anything of that sort. Business. His forte. Good.

Nodding in understanding, Wilhelm replied.

"I see. Ah - " His lip curled. "Unsere Cousin." He didn't mean it nastily. Rather he was glad they had at least one thing in common. It made him feel less... Nevermind. Getting back to business. 

"So - what company are you affiliated with?" he asked. "Mine deals with general insurance."

[soldatundvater]

Besucher?

handsofftheharley

The German man silently wondered if his sons were to blame for the recent torrent of visitors as he opened his front door to yet another fitting that category. Oh well. It wasn't a bother, per se. Simply odd. And something else.

His new visitor was somewhat of a different sort from what he had previously been used. A rebel child - or one trying to pose as such - certainly. Piercings. Necessary? Hardly. He had a feeling the youngster was concealing more evidence beneath his clothes. Ridiculous. Regardless, Wilhelm would be civil. After all, this young man was a perfect stranger.

"Good day," he said, in German of course. "Can I help you?"

[soldatundvater]

Besucher?

lagelanden

Wilhelm regarded the tall blonde with mild interest. Thankfully, this one didn't appear so cluelessly lost or thoughtlessly intrusive as some had been previously. That was a good sign.

"Good day," he said, with a slight curious look. "Can I help you?"

[soldatundvater]

Hm. You kids and your crazy stories. 200 years my pale white German behind. But even if you were, the wrinkles would come sooner or later, trust me.You’ll look in the mirror one day and think ‘Oh God what’s happened to me’ just like the rest of us.

[notanotherfem]

You could be a bit more polite… Oh please I didn’t even count my childhood I’d be like 500 if I did but not like you’d believe you grumpy German geezer.

[soldatundvater]

...Excuse me. I don't know a single rational-minded human being who would even consider such a notion, let alone believe it, little girl. The fact of the matter is: no matter how old you are now, you are going to start showing it someday, whether you like it or not. Insulting me is not going to change that. Act the age you claim to be, why don't you.

[letzterkoenig-deactivated201407]

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[soldatundvater]

Hey, I would! ;^; Please don't do that!! You're an awesome Gilbert RPer.

[soldatundvater]

Thank you. Give it time, child. Nobody can escape that, no matter how well you’re ‘kicking’ now. And I’m pretty good with numbers, I think I could comprehend it.

[notanotherfem]

Don’t mention it! Well I’ve been around for at least 200 years or something but keep it on the D.L. because hey humans aren’t supposed to know.

[soldatundvater]

Hm. You kids and your crazy stories. 200 years my pale white German behind. But even if you were, the wrinkles would come sooner or later, trust me.You'll look in the mirror one day and think 'Oh God what's happened to me' just like the rest of us.

[soldatundvater]

Oh - no, I was just passing by. You think you won’t get old too, young lady? Let’s see you get through five pizzas in a week at my age.

[notanotherfem]

Well let me know if you need anything, okay? Excuse you I’ll have you know I am kicking pretty well at my age which is probably one you wouldn’t be able to even comprehend.

[soldatundvater]

Thank you. Give it time, child. Nobody can escape that, no matter how well you're 'kicking' now. And I'm pretty good with numbers, I think I could comprehend it.

[soldatundvater]

…Hm. Ach, young people these days and their poor diets…

[notanotherfem]

[oh strange man hello]

 Can I help you, sir? Don’t you judge me old man…

[soldatundvater]

Oh - no, I was just passing by. You think you won't get old too, young lady? Let's see you get through five pizzas in a week at my age.

[notanotherfem]

So I think this is the fifth pizza I’ve ordered this week…

My name is Amelia Jones, and there is nothing wrong with me.

[soldatundvater]

...Hm. Ach, young people these days and their poor diets...

[one-prussian-remaining]

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