New Jersey, 1940
Brian leaned back into an uncomfortable plastic chair. Typically, this wouldn't be his scene. He preferred to be at club where the band played so loud that it was heard from the street. He liked to feel the press of strangers bodies dancing alongside each other and trading off partners without hesitation. The lounge where he found himself tonight, unfortunately, provided neither of those. What it lacked in excitement it made up for with the performance of a young up-and-coming singer with a voice like velvet and eyes like ice.
New Jersey found himself once again captivated with how the singer moved about the stage, how the
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The Path to Glory by inkstaineddove, literature
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The Path to Glory
Potsdam, 1756
Gilbert watched the man before him pace the room in rapture. The king's left hand was gripped tight around his cane, his eyes glued on a map of Central Europe and letters from spies detailing intelligence from various foreign courts. He cursed under his breath. "She's still fucking upset about Silesia." He grumbled.
Gilbert sat up straight. A wicked grin cut across his face. "Don't you worry about a thing, Fritz! If we were able to kick her ass last time then we'll be able to do it again! You're the best military strategist they've seen! The Austrians must be clutching their pearls knowing they'll be facing off against Prussia
The Difference Between Nations by inkstaineddove, literature
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The Difference Between Nations
Alfred sighed, staring at his reflection in the mirror. "Do we really have to go to this? It sounds so lame, dude." He adjusted his bowtie and attempted to flatten down his cowlick. He rolled his eyes, frustrated at its persistence to defy gravity. "A ball sounds really old and stuffy and like something that should've been left in the eighteen hundreds."
Arthur stood at the sink, putting on some cologne. "We don't have to, but I'd prefer we're not the only two nations that skipped. People are talking about us enough between Trump and Brexit. We don't need any more bad press." He straightened up and put on his diamond cuff links. "It's a good
Washington, D.C., 2017
Alfred sat on a park bench in Lafayette Square. He looked around. His new boss had wanted him to get closer to Russia, normalize relations with the other nation. Try and make his job easier. Alfred didn't know how he felt about it. They'd been at war - and it was war because did the Cold War ever end or was it just a really long stalemate? - for decades now, getting closer and closer to a century. He sighed and tried to get a cigarette out while making sure to not spill his Starbucks all over his lap. It was hard work, but he eventually did it.
"You still smoke? I would've thought you quit considering all those anti-s
The von Katte Affair by inkstaineddove, literature
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The von Katte Affair
Potsdam, 1730
Two sets of black toed boots clipped through the halls of the plainly decorated palace. The shorter of the two men talked animatedly about the state of the military. The taller one nodded along, only half paying attention since he'd heard this speech yesterday.
They were making their way towards the garden to watch one of the regiments run through its drills when a courtier stopped them. "Your majesty! Your majesty! I bring grave news from the border!" He skidded to a halt before the two men, almost crashing into the albino.
Frederick William assessed the courtier with annoyance. "What is it? Out with it, I don't have all day
He was always obnoxious, arrogant, way too prideful and stubborn. He was a prince. He was my prince. I should've expected as much and yet, he still found different ways to surprise me. Like that bullshit with von Katte, but that's later. We gotta get to the early stuff.
He pissed me off. God, I couldn't stand him for the longest time. His vader was my boss so that had something to do with it, for sure. Frederick William only wanted compliance. I was the first person he got it so completely from, never questioned what he demanded of me. Vader, Germania, he died when I was pretty young. I was always eager to please my kings, wanting them to se
The Tale of Ol' Blue Eyes by inkstaineddove, literature
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The Tale of Ol' Blue Eyes
New Jersey, 1940
Brian leaned back into an uncomfortable plastic chair. Typically, this wouldn't be his scene. He preferred to be at club where the band played so loud that it was heard from the street. He liked to feel the press of strangers bodies dancing alongside each other and trading off partners without hesitation. The lounge where he found himself tonight, unfortunately, provided neither of those. What it lacked in excitement it made up for with the performance of a young up-and-coming singer with a voice like velvet and eyes like ice.
New Jersey found himself once again captivated with how the singer moved about the stage, how the
The truth of the matter was that Gilbert Beilschmidt was dying.
The strange thing was, this no longer terrified him. He'd had years to come to terms with his newfound mortality. He used to fear death, but now, the thought of it was comforting like an old friend. There was no point in fighting against it or trying to run. The Grim Reaper got us all in the end. Not even his weird quasi-nation status had exempted him like West and Gilbert had previously believed.
If Prussia was being honest, he thought it sucked. Finding that out had sent him into a rage. Glasses were shattered, items were thrown across the room. Material objects could be dest
1947 - Geneva, Switzerland
There was a silence amongst the three nations sitting in the frigid hallway. Germany, Prussia, and Austria didn't dare speak a word to each other for the longest time. Tension crackled amongst the three men. None of them knew what to say, what would be appropriate in their situation. Austria and Prussia remained silent to withhold their blame. Germany remained silent out of fear until the panic and anxiety of not knowing overtook. A rush of words began to pour from his lips.
"Why aren't Italy and Japan here?" The German man asked frantically. He rose and began pacing. The heel of his shoes made a clip that echoed
Elizabeth fluttered her eyes open, delirious. Where was she? She assessed her surroundings. A worn out mattress with springs poking into her spine and legs beneath her, flickering subway lights above, broken glass surrounding the floor. It looked like everything around her had exploded.
Exploded. Yes, that's exactly how the world ended. It went out with a bang not a whisper. It was a war. Of course it was a war, it was always a fucking war. She ground her teeth together. The memories made her as mad as they had when it had been happening. America, England, and South Korea were allied against Russia, China, and North Korea. If she closed her
In Which We Realize We Love Each Other by inkstaineddove, literature
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In Which We Realize We Love Each Other
"Oh for fucks sake!" High-heeled feet stomped down the stairs as the curses continued. The language being spoken switched from English to Dutch then back to English again. Elizabeth stormed into the dining room, hung up her phone, and slapped it down on the table. Connecticut, being in his ready position, handed her a cup of coffee without so much as a thanks.
New York sat down at the table and glared at the mug. "I fucking hate that rat bastard." It was the first Tuesday of the month which meant she had gotten off the phone with the Netherlands, her dearly estranged father. "He can go choke on a sack full of dicks and then drown in the cum