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hetalia2008-11-29 10:13 am
tuica.livejournal.com) wrote in hetalia2008-11-29 10:13 am
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[FANFIC] Jena-Auerstädt
this is where it pays to have Prussia as your study-focus. writin' to-do about ma' man Gilbo! this probably won't be the last of it, i have too much knowledge that is useless until i apply it to fandom endeavors.
Title: Jena-Auerstädt
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tuica
Character(s): Prussia
Rating: PG-13 for some post-violence
Summary: France had walked away, a smug smile on his face. Prussia could not so much as lift his head from the ground and spit after him.
She was on her knees, knelt over him, her body a shield, hiding his face from the world. He lay on his side, curled nearly in a fetal position. Her head, with the loose, delicate strands that he so admired, pressed to his shoulder. She was sobbing and her small body was trembling.
He groaned, wishing desperately to sob with her. But his eyes were stubbornly dry, only his mouth brought forth blood. There was a great pressure in his chest.
Prussia parted his lips and forced out a whisper. "I will not die, my queen." Had the blood not choked back that prideful tone of his — had he listened to the young officers — had he run forward — had he protected her — had he only pushed that bastard back—
Queen Luise, her sobs now tiny, exhausted, drew herself closer to him. And stilled his thoughts with the soft touch of her hand to his feverish face.
"I will...talk to the man," she promised him in return. "I will...go...now...beg him to stop hurting you." Prussia hurt more, hearing that word — beg. But seeing her like this was far worse. On her knees in his own blood, his brave warrior queen, who still wanted to fight for him, to die for him.
"I will go..." she said again. But first she lay like that a little while longer, shielding him and resting on him, still. And they hurt in silence, two soldiers fallen on the field.
Notes:
- the battles of Jena and Auerstädt (October 14, 1806) pitted Napoleon I's forces against Prussia's and resulted in such a catastrophic defeat for the Prussian state that it could not fight against the French again until 1813; the army was reduced to a handful of harried fugitives and Napoleon occupied the major German cities, raining abuses upon Prussia's towns and villages.
- the loss was incredibly demoralizing for the Prussian people and especially for their much beloved Queen Luise, wife and involved advisor of King Friedrich Wilhelm III.
- she met with Napoleon I personally to appeal to him; he was unmoved. (i saw the dress she wore on this one occasion! it was absolutely gorgeous and looked brand-new, since she very understandably didn't wear it again.)
- one good thing that came out of this was that the defeat gave momentum to a group of young officers and reformers who began drastically reorganizing the state and the military, giving birth to the precise, capable force for which Prussia is known.
- when it comes to national stories and national tragedies, there's always an element of romanticism and legend-making, but somehow for Prussia, this heightened emotion is never far from the truth - it offers a glimpse into the Prussian heart, which (if you're under the impression that Prussia was little more than a tough military posing as a state) is in fact quite sentimental and poetic.
Title: Jena-Auerstädt
Author:
tuicaCharacter(s): Prussia
Rating: PG-13 for some post-violence
Summary: France had walked away, a smug smile on his face. Prussia could not so much as lift his head from the ground and spit after him.
She was on her knees, knelt over him, her body a shield, hiding his face from the world. He lay on his side, curled nearly in a fetal position. Her head, with the loose, delicate strands that he so admired, pressed to his shoulder. She was sobbing and her small body was trembling.
He groaned, wishing desperately to sob with her. But his eyes were stubbornly dry, only his mouth brought forth blood. There was a great pressure in his chest.
Prussia parted his lips and forced out a whisper. "I will not die, my queen." Had the blood not choked back that prideful tone of his — had he listened to the young officers — had he run forward — had he protected her — had he only pushed that bastard back—
Queen Luise, her sobs now tiny, exhausted, drew herself closer to him. And stilled his thoughts with the soft touch of her hand to his feverish face.
"I will...talk to the man," she promised him in return. "I will...go...now...beg him to stop hurting you." Prussia hurt more, hearing that word — beg. But seeing her like this was far worse. On her knees in his own blood, his brave warrior queen, who still wanted to fight for him, to die for him.
"I will go..." she said again. But first she lay like that a little while longer, shielding him and resting on him, still. And they hurt in silence, two soldiers fallen on the field.
Notes:
- the battles of Jena and Auerstädt (October 14, 1806) pitted Napoleon I's forces against Prussia's and resulted in such a catastrophic defeat for the Prussian state that it could not fight against the French again until 1813; the army was reduced to a handful of harried fugitives and Napoleon occupied the major German cities, raining abuses upon Prussia's towns and villages.
- the loss was incredibly demoralizing for the Prussian people and especially for their much beloved Queen Luise, wife and involved advisor of King Friedrich Wilhelm III.
- she met with Napoleon I personally to appeal to him; he was unmoved. (i saw the dress she wore on this one occasion! it was absolutely gorgeous and looked brand-new, since she very understandably didn't wear it again.)
- one good thing that came out of this was that the defeat gave momentum to a group of young officers and reformers who began drastically reorganizing the state and the military, giving birth to the precise, capable force for which Prussia is known.
- when it comes to national stories and national tragedies, there's always an element of romanticism and legend-making, but somehow for Prussia, this heightened emotion is never far from the truth - it offers a glimpse into the Prussian heart, which (if you're under the impression that Prussia was little more than a tough military posing as a state) is in fact quite sentimental and poetic.