hetalia | Fantiction: From Prussia, with Love

Title: From Prussia, with Love
Author:

awesomeprussian
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia/Austria
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Prussia's language, and bad German because this author was feeling lazy.
Summary: A letter from Prussia to Austria. "Response" to

wordsofrandom's recently posted fic Imaginary Enemy.

I actually wrote this a loooong time ago for an RP between myself and

wordsofrandom , and then she wrote me a fanfic for Christmas (YAY PRINTED COPIES~<3) and I was like, "Kay, if you ever post this, I'm posting the letter I wrote." And she was all, "LOL KAY DO EET~" Something like that, anyway. SO HERE IS THE LETTER~

Prussia has declared war on Austria. By the time you find out, it will already be started.

Sometimes I wonder if being a nation is a bad thing. We have to follow our leaders, no matter what we think or want—maybe we’re blind in that sense. I tried to talk to him and reason that fighting with you would be stupid, I mean, there are much tougher battles out there and bigger plots of land, but it just so happens Austria is on a point we need. Sucks how things work out that way, huh? I guess I always knew this was coming; I was just enjoying myself too much to bother to think about it until it came. I was going to warn you, but I had to look out for my country; my people. After all, this isn’t going to be our last fight, and we both know it. Whoever said “In der Liebe und im Krieg ist alles erlaubt" is full of shit.
[Trans: All’s fair in love and war]

So, for now, forget the “knight” that was Gilbert Weillschmidt, and just see “Prussia”. Hate me, my country, for hurting you, and know that I felt pretty shitty about it. I knew that it was coming for a long time and I never warned you, but I bet you would have hid it as well. That’s our curse. We don't die like humans do, but we don’t have the free will they do, either. We're tied to our nations until the end, and then, sometimes, we get lucky and find something for only ourselves, not them. A chance to be greedy.

Doesn't that just sound appealing? Almost like forbidden fruit. That's what you are, Roderich. Forbidden fruit. Fruit I never should have picked... but I did, and in turn, I let you do the same thing. I ripped it from the tree and took a big fucking bite out of it, and now we're both paying for it my actions.

But you know what? I can't say I regret it.

I was proud being your knight, and I was happy to be by your side. If I could find a way to turn this around, I would. I don't want to think about what I have to do in a few hours, but I know I have to. I'll have to watch you from the other side of the battlefield and convince myself that I hate you, and you'll do the same. We'll fight, and only one will win, while the other sits in the corner licking the wounds of their loss.

But maybe, just maybe, once this is all said and done, we can share that fruit once more. The rest of the world be damned, because I'm addicted and not willing to let go. Not now, not ever.

So, fight hard. Because I know you can, and prove that I wasn’t a knight for some prissy wimp who couldn’t stand on his feet without the awesome me (as hard as that might be to do.)

~ From Prussia, with Love

P.S – Looks like you’re not married anymore, huh? It's better that way. Antonio was the only one who didn’t treat you like shit and left me wanting to break a neck or two. But, I guess that means I can say it now… Prussia aside, never forget, Gilbert Weillschmit will always love you, Roderich, more than anyone or anything in this world. More than his unending rush of awesome and beer combined. Roderich… ist die große Liebe ihn Lebens. (Hey, it's a pretty damn long one, so be happy about that!)

[Trans: Roderich... is the love of his life.]

He’s sorry that he kept smothering you with attention, but he knew that it was his last day with Roderich and wanted him to feel loved and happy… because his previous suitors were shit at it and didn’t realize just how fucking lucky they were to have him.

He’s also… sorry that Prussia has to hurt you, and he’s going to miss your piano, even if it is a prissy nobleman's instrument, and your tea in the fancy girly cups, and the afternoon cake on the decorated glass plates... Everything . But he’s still willing to wait. As long as it takes, until his awesome runs out or the world ends… so he can be with Roderich again, and he hopes Roderich feels the same.

And now, he’s adding this line because he really fucked up last night and shouldn't have given in to what he wanted most, because that was just going to fuck Roderich over more. He just wants Roderich to know that he's sorry. He knows that an apology can't make up for something like he did, but he can only pray that Roderich is willing to forgive... because Gilbert needs him in his life.

But for now...

Fight hard, Austria.

Fantiction: From Prussia, with Love

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