What have I found. Why have I seen NO ONE talk about this?
Estonia knows this stuff
Besides the piece I've seen before of Prussia during the USSR with Estonia and Latvia basically bringing up the chores and dealing with Russia they have to do, there isn't much about Estonia and Prussia in Hetalia.
In reality Estonia and Prussia (as the Teutonic Order) have quite the history together.
Considering said history, Estonia and Prussia's relationship should look more similar to Lithuania and Prussia.
It's simple really why.
The Teutonic Order crusaded and had a rather fierce war with Estonia, and even after winning Estonia kept doing uprisings and disobeying him. (The Saaremaa Rebellions in which Germans were wiped out on the island, Battle of Durbe in which Estonia ditched The Order and they lost the battle.)
The Order pressed on a religion Estonia didn't want, and enslaved the people to be treated like worthless trash for 600 years.
That is just scratching the surface of Estonia and Prussia, but one thing for certain is that Estonia was fueled by hatred and rage when it came to him.
In 1343-1345 Estonians rose up to renounce Christianity, fight for their freedom and wipe out all German blood on their land
Mahtra sõda. (War)
Estonians burning 300+ Baltic German manors in 1905
Estonians being eager to go into war during WWI because of wanting to get revenge of the Germans for the slavery and suffering prior.
Estonia with Latvia having to fight back and succeeding in winning against the Freikorps and Landwehr in 1919-1920, who had wanted to invade and annex both Latvia and Estonia to create a Baltic German dominated state.
During WWII, remembering St. George's night uprising in 1343-1345, Germans were declared "historical blood-enemies"
This is only keeping it simple and short, there is A LOT to it that fuels
Although I don't imagine with the recent things that Prussia was directly the one at fault, the things he did back as the Teutonic Order does make it HIS FAULT that Estonia (and Latvia too actually) suffered such a horrible history.
So this? This is huge.
Of course there's high doubt Himaruya knows the history behind those two, only having Estonia state how Prussia bullied him as kids, but this means quite a few things.
Estonia and Prussia get along, at least now they do, and Estonia seems to know things that some probably don't.
Prussia after all puts up this persona of being all awesome and with no issues with himself - in reality he's a very broken lonely man.
This clearly though - Estonia says it's so casually even - implies Estonia knows this broken side of Prussia very well. Although way back he wouldn't have cared he now does.
I highly doubt Prussia yet showed or even had such a horribly broken side to him during the crusades era. There is another era Estonia and Prussia have had to be around eachother: The USSR.
It's canon Prussia was/is East Germany and had to work with the Baltics, Lithuania and Prussia of course hate eachother - and knowing Latvia he either just behaved politely or even worked towards just trying to be friendly towards him and maybe even forgive him. (Although that would be very hard, considering all Latvia has suffered because of this man... I imagine Latvia can be pretty forgiving though.)
Estonia though - he's stubborn alright? Even after half a century of being free from the Baltic German's enslavement he was craving for any chance at revenge, to make them suffer. Estonia was like a wildfire with a whole forest as his fuel. He'd definitely not be one to forgive or be kind to the man who is the reason behind everything.
I imagine he kept up his usual facade of "Oh yes I definitely don't want to snap your neck" , acting polite and such, but would still sneak in certain behaviour that would remind Prussia that he does not like him. The reason he'd also just not go all revenge mode is because of how he's been trying to move and be the peaceful nation he wants to be, even in his current situation. He wouldn't want to give Prussia any way to say that Estonia is a bully or a horrible person - wanting to show that he's the better one here.
In the manga we see Estonia actually seem concerned for Prussia and even say to comfort him if he's crying. I don't know, something about this wording and even bringing this up is implying Estonia has comforted Prussia, possibly more than once.
Prussia has allowed himself be to vulnerable around a person he knows has many times wanted his death, and Estonia - instead of tormenting him for his tears and emotions - comforts him. I imagine Estonia almost never cries, the "Men don't cry" having gotten rooted into him too hard and heavily pressing it onto HIMSELF. Back then when it comes to Prussia and Estonia hating him, he could and would have absolutely used this to call Prussia weak and pathetic.
His expression too, he sees very calm about it, relieved to have someone there incase Prussia needs comfort.
He also knows odd things that shouldn't be said around Prussia, something maybe only Germany would know, that is very interesting.
You may not understand but to me this means a shit ton for those two's development oh my god.. This is huge and helps with my thought that Estonia and Prussia could have gone through a long and hard development of mending through their past and becoming friends. Their personalities would make them great damn friends. If only the history wasn't this bad...
yeah gilbert is constantly pulling shit but eduard is at his wit’s end. he only tolerates gil because he kinda sorta understands him (thanks to tolys). maybe he can let go of the far past, but eduard will never forget every time that crazy little bastard has kept him up at night. or the times gil made his life incredibly difficult just by being incredibly stupid. but hey its not gilbert’s fault. he’s here for a fun time, and, unfortunately, a long time as well.
I know aph Estonia week is over, but I have an idea for a PruEst fic:
Eduard is a serious yet sweet student who captures the attention of Gilbert, a notorious slacker who fancies himself a real ladies (and gentleman’s) man, whether this is true or not.
Because he's Gilbert and his method of flirting is to tease and generally be as annoying as possible, his first few attempts don’t go over too well. Eduard is put off by him and just wants to be left alone to do his work in peace.
But you see, Gilbert really likes him, and is hurt by the rejection, whether he'll admit it or not. So he goes to Hungary for advice, who tells him to just be himself and try to start up a normal conversation. He doesn't have to put on a performance all the time.
Nervous, Gilbert tries this and to his surprise it actually works? Eduard likes him??
Long story short they go on a date and become boyfriends not too long after.
This is a PruEst fanfic for @ask-the-icelandic-little , the winner of my give away’s second place! (/owo)/
I hope you like it!
Gilbert stared out the window, attentive to the rain falling on that summer day. He felt melancholy as he watched the drops trickle down the window.
Melancholy and longing were such habitual sentiments in Gilbert; he had missed his youth, his days of foolishness and adventure. At that moment, he was a man with more than thirty years, owner of a percentage of his father's beer brand, shared by him and his brothers. It was a headache, he had to admit. He was too incredible for that job; now he wasn't that incredible, he felt old. He was tired from the stress and rush of work; it was paperwork and more paperwork that seemed never to end. Heaven! What was he thinking? He was only thirty-something! He wasn't old!
He left the window and went into the den; there, he would find his old diaries and objects of the past.
Inside a cabinet, there was a transverse flute; during his high school years, Gilbert participated in the orchestra of his school. And frankly, he loved that, even though at first he didn't like the idea – his father had persuaded him to participate, just as he had done to his other brothers. Musical talent wasn't lacking in the family, it was what their father said with such pride when talking to other entrepreneurs.
Oh, good old days.
He had been in the orchestra where he had known his passion that, unfortunately, it was only that and nothing more.
It was his senior year in high school; ah, at the time he was worried about college entrance exams. He had to study hard; he couldn't walk the books as he had been doing. Gilbert wasn't stupid, far from it, he would try harder, he would have better grades. He depended heavily on his memory and studied the day before the tests, which resulted in reasonable notes.
Anyway, he was serious about giving up the orchestra to focus on his studies.
But when he met him, he changed his mind.
As veterans, they had an obligation to greet the freshmen in the orchestra. He needed another pianist, since his friend Roderich, just like him, was his senior year. So they were making something like auditions and Gilbert was helping. It was annoying, he had to admit. No one was as good as Roderich, and those who were reasonably good didn't play with emotion. Something was missing.
"Next," the Austrian called, "Eduard von Bock."
The albino watched the young man rise from the bench and head for the stage. He was a blond boy with glasses, who was wearing the uniform correctly (unlike Gilbert, who usually wore a plain-coloured t-shirt with a sports coat). At first glance, the albino thought that the other's smile was somewhat convinced.
He played well, he wasn't better than Roderich, but he was thrilled. Gilbert liked it; Hallelujah, something nice! That performance grabbed the viewer, forced him to be attentive and feel welcome in the music. The piano announced with all their might that they should note the talent of the Estonian.
Gilbert was conquered.
After three more people, the Austrian declared the hearings over. After a brief conversation, they decided that Eduard would be the chosen pianist.
"Young master," Gilbert began, watching the notes on Eduard that Roderich had drawn. "Do you really think he started playing recently?"
"That's what he said, why should I doubt it?"
"It seems he's played since childhood," he commented. He laid the papers on the table and smiled. "If it's like that, it'll be better than you with a little more training."
Roderich looked at Gilbert and rolled his eyes; the German merely laughed.
The albino followed closely the piano lessons Eduard received from Roderich; after all, the Austrian wanted perfection from the blonde. He noticed everything in him; his way of speaking was full of conceit (Gilbert couldn't judge, he himself spoke the same way, only more self-centered), whenever he said something clever, he had that mania to move his glasses with his finger, he insisted on improving and, therefore, practiced immensely... And his voice? Beautiful. Gilbert overheard him and thought it was an angel.
He had forgotten about his wallet in the auditorium, so she had to go back. Before he opened the door, he had heard the piano. He knew it was Eduard by instinct.
Slowly he opened the door, as the Estonian had not noticed in the presence of the albino. The red-eyed boy stepped into the room. As Eduard was concentrating on music, Gilbert's presence was as if he were a ghost; such a thought made him laugh low. Now that he thought, it was even a surprise the other did not notice. Gilbert's laughter, even low, was noticeable ... Anyway, the German sat in one of the seats of the audience, listening carefully to the training of the blonde.
He played the piano happy, free of obligations; At half-and-half, he made some mistakes, Gilbert noted, but the blond didn't care.
It was then that, between Eduard's lips, a spell came out; no, it wasn't witchcraft. It was a sweet song that, in the glasses owner's voice, left him bewitched.
It was like an angel, at least Gilbert thought as he listened. It was amazing, incredible! Even more incredible than him! And that was rare!
When Eduard stopped playing, he finally noticed the albino's presence.
"Ah... Gilbert, I didn't notice you were there," he informed him, rising from the piano and arranging everything. The German said nothing. "It's all right? Your face is red."
It was true; Gilbert's face was red – and it was even more noticeable from his clear skin. But it wasn't the only thing that was altered. His heart was beating fast, uncontrolled by the new emotions that had come from nothing.
"I-I'm fine!" Exclaimed Gilbert, clearly nervous. He didn't know how to deal with those warm, comfortable feelings within him.
After that, he stumbled into his wallet and left as quickly as possible. Nowadays, Gilbert laughed at those memories. He had acted like an idiot.
It was at that moment that he knew that he had fallen in love with the angelic pianist.
In the days that followed, Gilbert was struggling to appear normal and agreeable. After all, he had to win over the other's heart... Or at least try. It wasn't easy, because he was in such state of nervousness, only saying things without nexus or silly.
"Hey," he had called once, trying his best to start a conversation. "Do you like birds?"
"Oh, yes," Eduard replied, accompanied by a smile; still unaccustomed to these emotions, Gilbert fumbled for his cell phone.
"Do you want to see mine?" He asked.
Gilbert heard a friend's laughter and, feeling his cheeks burn reddish like his eyes, he realized what he had said.
"I-I mean, it's a real bird!" He turned to Francis, embarrassed. "Hell, Francis, don't ruin what I said!"
It had been a shame, though Eduard hadn't cared about it and liked meeting Gilbird!
He remembered that day very well; the two of them had arranged to meet in the downtown park and, taking advantage of the heat, ate an ice cream. This was part of Gilbert's fantastic plan: once Eduard got dirty with ice cream, he would wipe his face like those romantic movies he secretly saw.
But that wasn't what had happened.
"Oh, your face is dirty," Eduard commented, and without warning he wiped the tip of the other's lips; out of the force of habit, he had to admit, from a very young age Eduard had tended his childhood friend Raivis in that way.
Except that the albino wasn't expecting that and it turned red again; if one of his best friends were there, he would say, with all certainty, "you're as red as a tomato, Gil!"
"Oops, sorry," laughed the Estonian, making Gilbert even more awkward.
Thanks to Gilbert's efforts, they got close, having a few fights back and forth, such as when Gilbert ate the other's tart or when Eduard had put a picture of the albino sleeping in the library on Facebook, or when, already very comfortable in the presence of Eduard, Gilbert hugged him from behind without warning. The Estonian had been so embarassed and rightly; the older one was impulsive at the time. Maybe he still was...
The sound of thunder woke him from his tender memories. He looked at the narrow window of that room; it was blurry and he could only see the flashes of thunder. Near the window was an old cage, already a little rusty; Gilbert smiled bitterly. Maybe he should buy a new bird. Yes, a new pair of wings for him to fly away from that old passion. He couldn't be stuck in the past.
But fate had other plans; the albino's cell phone vibrated and, already annoyed to think that it was some of his brothers who wanted to know about that document Gil was procrastinating to do, he picked up the phone. But to his surprise, it was a message from a former partner in the orchestra, the ex-violinist Erzesébet. A solidarity event would be organized by the school and all alumni were invited.
