#* strength is what i gain from the madness i survived ! / muse : germany .

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YOUR LOVE TYPE

HETALIA  MUSE  EDITION .

ALFRED :    THE  INSPIRER  ( ENFP ) .

in  love ,   you  are  passionate  and  eager  to  develop  a  strong  bond .    you  like  being  in  a  relationship .    for  you ,   love  should  also  be  playful ,   creative ,   and  affectionate .    you  love  the  dating  and  flirting  phases  of  love .

overall ,   you  are  perceptive  and  bring  out  the  best  in  your  partner .    you  are  good  at  giving  your  partner  what  he  or  she  needs .    however ,   you  tend  to  hold  on  to  bad  relationships  after  they’ve  turned  bad .    it’s  hard  for  you  to  say  goodbye .

best  matches :    INTJ  and  INFJ .

GILBERT :    THE  EXECUTIVE  ( ENTJ ) .

in  love ,   you  seek  relationships  that  you  can  grow  and  learn  from .    you  couldn’t  be  with  someone  who  wasn’t  your  equal .    for  you ,   love  should  always  be  exciting  and  experimental .    you  don’t  want  a  relationship  to  get  stale .

overall ,   you  are  bright ,   energetic ,   and  helpful .    you  light  up  a  room ,   and  many  people  are  drawn  toward  you ,   even  romantically .    however ,   you  tend  to  be  challenging  and  confrontational .    you  won’t  let  a  problem  fester  in  a  relationship ;    you  address  it .

best  matches :    INTP  and  ISTP .

LUDWIG :    THE  DUTY  FULFILLER  ( ISTJ ) .

in  love ,   you  are  committed ,   loyal ,   and  dedicated  to  making  things  work .    you  think  relationships  are  important .    for  you ,   kissing  is  not  purely  physical ;    it’s  always  linked  with  love  or  at  least  infatuation .

overall ,   you  are  honourable ,   a  good  listener ,   and  able  to  take  criticism  well .    you  fight  fair .    however ,   you  also  tend  to  be  stubborn  and  out  of  tune  with  your  partner’s  feelings .    you  don’t  listen  as  well  as  you  should .

best  matches :    ESFP  and  ESTP .

ERZSEBET :    THE  NURTURER  ( ISFJ ) .

in  love ,   you  are  quietly  intense ,   devoted ,   and  tend  to  hold  on  for  too  long .    you  are  committed  above  all  else .    for  you ,   cuddling  and  kissing  is  a  way  to  get  closer  and  a  way  to  take  care  of  your  partner .    you  love  to  be  affectionate .

overall ,   you  are  altruistic  and  eager  to  please  your  sweetie .    you  often  put  your  needs  last  in  order  to  keep  things  going  smoothly .    however ,   you  tend  to  also  be  non - confrontational  and  secretly  frustrated  with  relationship  issues .    you  keep  a  lot  inside .

best  matches :    ESTP  and  ESFP .

KYLE :    THE  PERFORMER  ( ESFP ) .

in  love ,   you  relish  every  moment  and  tend  to  get  caught  up  in  passion .    you  love  to  be  in  love .    for  you ,   kissing  is  how  you  get  in  touch  with  all  your  senses .    you  can’t  have  feelings  until  you  have  that  first  kiss .

overall ,   you  are  creative ,   popular ,   and  flexible .    many  people  would  like  to  be  with  you .    however ,   you  tend  to  dislike  criticism  and  avoid  any  conflict .    one  fight  can  ruin  an  otherwise  perfect  relationship .

best  matches :    ISTJ  and  ISFJ .

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

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MUSE :    LUDWIG  BEILSCHMIDT .

     01 .       ICARUS    -    BASTILLE .                   look  who  makes  their  own  bed    /    lies  right  down  within  it ,                   what  will  you  have  left ?

     02 .       BISMARCK    -    SABATON .                   pride  of  a  nation    /    a  beast  made  of  steel ,                   bismarck  in  motion    /    king  of  the  ocean .

     03 .       NUR  IN  MEINEM  KOPF    -    ANDREAS  BOURANI .                   Ich  kann  in  3  Sekunden  die  Welt  erobern ,                   Den  Himmel  stürmen  und  in  mir  wohnen .

     04 .       DEUTSCHLAND    -    RAMMSTEIN .                   Deutschland ,   dein  Atem  kalt    /    So  jung ,   und  doch  so  alt ,                   Deutschland ,   deine  Liebe    /    Ist  Fluch  und  Segen .

     05 .       SWEET  CHILD  OF  MINE    -    GUNS  N’  ROSES .                    (s)he’s  got  eyes  of  the  bluest  skies    /    as  if  they  thought  of  rain ,                    i’d  hate  to  look  into  those  eyes    /    and  see  an  ounce  of  pain .

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WORLD WAR ONE .  THE WESTERN FRONT .

feat .  @osterreiich  and  @rexblut .

Ludwig had practically begged for them all to let him go to the front.

He remembers first going to Gilbert.  Neat, tidy uniform, adjustments made in the final moments before he enters the room with an air of confidence.  The stern gaze he forced himself to maintain as he explained his reasons to go to the front, to follow in Gilbert’s footsteps, to prove to him that he could handle it like Gilbert had done for centuries before now.  The firm no he’d received in return that stunned him.  And nervous, Ludwig fixed his fringe, gently brushing it back with a gloved hand, stuttering over his first few words before finally starting to form coherent, persuasive arguments.  Ludwig wanted to win over Gilbert’s favour first…  Relying on Gilbert’s tendency for war and glory to tilt the argument.

It took him a bit longer than he expected, but eventually, he got an answer.

“Fine.  You want to go to the front.  And I’m proud of you for wanting to do that, and I guess I didn’t teach you all that strategy for nothing.  But I’m stationed elsewhere on the front with my troops…  So, you’ll have to ask Johan.  And you know what?  Roderich too.”

Roderich was next, he determined.  Ludwig had mustered all his confidence to convince Roderich to let him out on the front, seeking the desperate approval of entering the war on his own volition.  He’d even taken the chance to ask during a piano lesson with the other nation, taking the opportunity of a calmer environment to persuade him;  keys playing a magnificent tune as they play, a duet unheard by all but the two, something the two could share compared to Gilbert’s strategizing and Johan’s survival skills.  At first, it was an even stronger no than he’d received from Gilbert, but regardless of the initial answer, he did his best to convince his uncle to let him go.  He was determined.

“I want to protect you, Roderich,”  Ludwig would say;  the nickname Roddy remains a decade unused, but he considers using it in his favour.  Gentle coercion, he calls it.  “Please, let me go to the front.  You can’t stop me, realistically, but…  I just want your approval.”

He still doesn’t know if he got a yes or no.

And last was Johan.  Oh, Johan, even more insistent than Gilbert and Roderich combined that his no was the hardest to convince into a yes.  He didn’t bother with formalities, only taking the chance to seek an answer during a friendly spar, a quiet moment between clashing steel against each other.  They’d then spent the next few hours debating the point, with Ludwig wanting to fight and protect his people;  Johan would argue that war is not glorious.  Dear Ludwig would retort that it wasn’t glory he was seeking, merely protection for the people he’d sent to war.  Was he guilt tripping?  Well…

“I sent the blank cheque, Jo Jo.  Please, this is my fault.  I have to do something.”

“No!  You have never been to war before, Ludwig.  You--  have you seen my scars?  Have you forgotten I’ve lived for thousands and thousands of years longer than you?  I would not wish this upon anyone, least of all you.”

Their argument carries on through to dusk.  The tense silence that follows is overbearing.  But finally, an hour after the sun fully sets, Johan relents.

However, it isn’t without terms.

“You will be stationed with me.  I will be in direct contact with Roderich and Gilbert the entire time we’re on the front.  And if you die out there, or if you are severely injured, you will not be returning on any circumstances whatsoever.  Understood?”

His enthusiastic nod is followed with a, “yes sir”.

…

Ludwig was not prepared for the horrors of the Great War.

Icy blue irises widen at the sight of bullets whistling past the top of their trench, colliding with whatever they could find beyond that, the ground flattened and muddy and bloody.  Ludwig scrunches up his nose when he smells the terrible stench;  an unbearable stench, of iron and rot and earth, of gunpowder and smoke, filling his lungs and threatening to make him cough in disgust.  That same smell leaves a lingering taste on his tongue, followed by grains of dirt that he begrudgingly swallowed with his saliva.  He feels so dirty.  No matter how much the rain they got washed over him, it never scrubbed away the dirt on his uniform, the mud splatters on his face;  and now that he looks at his uniform, it’s starting to fall apart, damage evident in the seams around his shoulders.

He glances upwards at the ever-growing height of their trench.  So far, it’s dirt and mud held by wood, further protected by sandbags and set mud and--  Ludwig turns his gaze away.

Instead, Ludwig looks to the boy on his left.  Younger, but not by much;  old enough to convince someone that he’s 18, old enough to fight in the war.  His green eyes are wide and his pale lips are chafed, mud and blood splattered and smudged across his face.  The tale in those eyes says he’s seen thousands of lifetimes.  Ludwig frowns.  How could a human endure the pain and sorrow that comes with such a terrible war, how could anyone handle the pain and sorrow that comes with comrades dying around them?  He could see it in the young boy’s face;  he’s afraid to look up above that trench, to cross No Man’s Land.  Ludwig asks him, “Geht’s dir gut?”, and he gets an unconvincing nod in return.

(A blatant lie, even now?)

Ludwig then turns to the other man on his right.  An older man, in his 30s perhaps.  Stare is steady and breathing is methodical, even;  but Ludwig can see the fear in this man’s eyes, the determination dancing with the other emotion.  He can’t help but ask if the man has a family waiting for him at home.  “Ja…  Berlin.  Mein Frau und mein Sohn leben dort.”  Ludwig only offers his prayer for him to return home to them in the end.  The man gives a smile.

A deep breath.  Silence.  He remembers what Gilbert told him;  silence means the enemy is up to something.  It means they’re planning one of two things.

Silence is deadly.

The men wait in anticipation.  He feels the tension rising as they all glance at one another, all wondering when the mortar fire will rain down on them once again, when the rifle shots will fly by the trench at the smallest hint of movement.  Ludwig can hear his heartbeat in his ears with a steady rising heart-rate  --  it’s terrifying.  There hasn’t been a break in the war so far.  There’s been constant sound and rapid fire and everything was wrong, so wrong, where was the mortar fire?  Where are the shells?

Ludwig turns to the boy who’s entire body was shaking like a leaf, the fear so obvious, so evident;  he reaches a hand to that boy’s shoulder with caution.  He sees the boy flinch but calm.

And then he hears a whistling sound.

Ludwig shoots both his hands up to his ears but they ring with an agonisingly high-pitched sound, staggering to the ground as fast as he can.  Blond strands of slicked back hair fall down to his face as his pike helmet finds its way onto the ground, with him throwing it off with such force;  he can’t hear.  He can’t fucking hear his pike helmet collide with the mud.  He can’t hear the young boy on his left or the father of a young son on his right.  Icy irises stare at the ground wide, trying to focus, trying to see straight, trying to gather himself enough to just kneel down and pick up his rifle, pick up that damned rifle, dammit Beilschmidt if you could just grab it and get back up-- !

He feels a pair of hands pick him up and shake him.  Ludwig feels himself wince but focuses in on the person shaking him;  Johan.

Weary hands reach up to brush his rogue strands out of his face, eyes darting around Johan’s face to find a focus, find out what he’s saying, trying to read his lips and gather what in the hell just happened. A hand reaches to Johan’s face.

Breathe.  In…  And out.

In…

“I’m fine,”  he manages, hearing finally coming back.  His voice cracks and it wavers with just the two words, and it betrays what he’s trying to say to his brother, but he strengthens his resolve and tries it again.  His voice doesn’t waver so much this time when he manages to speak with a clear and concise voice, “I’m fine.”

A glance to his left.  The boy is screaming… But he seems to have no evident injury.  No wounds anywhere. Ludwig looks at him with surprise when it finally registers;  he’s heard plenty about shell shock, the horrible circumstance some men find themselves in when they fight in this dreaded war, and a shell explodes right next to them, loud and ringing and un-apologetically dangerous.  It forced normal men to their knees. It made those same men change so that they’d never be the same again. He just… Never thought he’d ever see it. He never thought he’d find someone suffering from it so much that some might consider the point of no return, this poor kid lost but not dead.  The boy was so young.

How was this fair?

When he turns to his right, he sees the man;  shaken, but still standing, pike helmet re-fixed onto his head as he turns his gaze to the blond next to him, looking him over.  The man seems more concerned about those around him than himself.  He sees the boy on the ground and immediately rushes to his aid, there to try and support him, to try and bring him back to reality;  he remembers that this man is a father.

Ludwig wipes the dirt off his face to the best of his ability.  He reaches for his helmet and brushes off the mud where he can, putting it back on his head with a slow uncertainty, eyes glancing over to Johan--  ah, General Lindemann.  He’s nervous.  Ludwig doesn’t want to admit it, but there’s a sinking feeling in his stomach as the mortar fire continues.

Icy irises gaze absentmindedly in the distance, listening out for the shells, waiting for the silence to consume the battlefield once again.  Cacophonous screams carry through the air from both sides of him, mud and dirt splattering down from the collision of shell against ground, threatening to blind anyone that dares look up while the symphony of fire and destruction.  All the disturbance of earth raises the terrible smell from earlier;  the dust and iron and rot and smoke fill his lungs enough to make him cough.  He hates this more than he can care to imagine...  The boy and man stick beside each other, the father using his paternal instincts to keep him calm enough to handle this constant horror.

Ludwig had never seen the horrors of war until now.

And now that he’s on the Western Front, facing the worst of wars, the war to end all wars, only a few words manage to leave his mouth in the silence that comes.

“Möge Gott uns beistehen.”

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LUDWIG  IN  ROMANCE .

ludwig  is  no  stranger  to  the  idea  of  romance  and  falling  in  love ;    in  fact ,   he  secretly  revels  in  the  idea ,   reading  romance  novels  and  enjoying  romantic  movies  despite  his  generally  stoic  exterior .    however ,   having  grown  up  so  fast  in  such  a  short  time ,   it  is  safe  to  say  that  ludwig  does  not  truly  know  how  to  be  in  a  relationship .

this  is  a  very  complicated  thing  for  ludwig .    compared  to  every  other  country ,   he  is  incredibly  young ,   and  has  much  to  learn  about  the  world  yet .    having  the  blame  for  both  world  wars  heaped  upon  him  and  a  bloody  history  that  extends  from  prussia  as  well ,   ludwig  would  be  pressed  to  admit  that  what  he  knows  of  the  world  is  the  worst  that  world  can  offer ;    the  economic  crises ,   the  disgusting  actions  of  tyrannic  men  believing  they’re  superior ,   the  advancement  of  modern  weaponry ...

as  a  personification ,   ludwig  has  many  historical  factors  that  hinders  him  from  pursuing  a  stable  romantic  relationship  with  someone .    on  top  of  that ,   ludwig’s  bluntness  and  inability  to  express  his  feelings  well  further  increases  the  difficulty .

but  all  this  does  not  change  this  fact ;    ludwig  is  a  romantic  at  heart .

the  best  example  of  this  is  the  buon  san  valentino  episode .    while  very  unsure  and  constantly  trying  to  understand  his  rather  intricate  relationship  with  feliciano  in  a  logical  point  of  view ,   ludwig  aims  to  gift  feliciano  things  that  are  meaningful  to  him .    this  included  heliotropes  and  a  tomato - shaped  ring .    the  episode  itself  is  rather  satire  like  the  rest  of  the  series ,   as  it  displays  germans  having  trouble  with  the  concept  of  romance ...   but  in  reality ,   this  is  accurate  for  poor  ludwig .

remember :    he  has  very  few  friends ,   and  even  fewer  romantic  interests .

while  he  idealises  romance  and  would  enjoy  the  concept ,   he  needs  a  bit  of  guidance  and  support  if  he  is  to  ever  pursue  a  relationship  with  someone .    and  no ,   gilbert  is  not  an  option .    (  after  all ,   where  do  you  reckon  ludwig  got  this  from ...  )

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LUDWIG ,   POST - WORLD  WAR  ONE .

world  war  one  was  a  war  that  ludwig  was  not  prepared  for ,   nor  was  he  prepared  for  the  consequences  that  followed ;    having  been  born  in  1871  thanks  to  gilbert’s  efforts  to  create  the  german  empire ,   ludwig  did  not  have  much  time  between  then  and  1914  to  learn  how  to  accurately  depict  the  consequences  of  his  actions .

this  had  led  ludwig  to  the  brash  decision  that  he  was  going  to  support  austria  in  the  event  that  they  declared  war  against  serbia ,   which  was  in  retaliation  for  the  assassination  of  archduke  ferdinand .

after  world  war  one  had  ended ,   ludwig  had  been  hit  with  a  very  large  demand  for  reparations  across  europe .    while  he  worked  hard ,   his  people  rioted ,   and  they  fought  for  a  government  that  would  answer  correctly  to  what  they  had  gone  through .    the  weimar  republic  of  germany  was  formed  in  the  wake  of  these  riots  and  protests  and  it  was  now  that  they  did  whatever  it  took  to  pay  off  their  debt .    however ,   it  was  not  as  easy  as  “    print  the  money  off  in  huge  quantities    ” ;    germany’s  economy  collapsed  soon  enough ,   and  so  too  did  ludwig’s  health .

despite  all  the  efforts ,   and  the  dawes  plan  (  a  plan  formed  by  americans  to  help  the  germans  recover  )  being  implemented  to  support  germany  out  of  their  crisis ,   the  great  depression  hit  in  1929  and  ludwig  was  back  to  square  one  again .    with  things  looking  grim ,   he  wasn’t  sure  if  there  would  be  any  hope  of  them  paying  off  the  reparations  and  making  it  out  of  the  depression  okay .

then  1932  arrives ...

tl;dr :    ludwig  suffered  as  did  the  people .    when  there  was  a  chance  for  hope ,   he  chased  after  it  with  the  wish  things  would  finally  stabilise .    they  did  not .

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LUDWIG’S  VARIOUS  HEADCANONS .

these  are  all  headcanons  that  are  a  bit  too  small  for  a  larger  post .

1 )    ludwig  knows  how  to  play  piano  better  than  the  flute .    having  tried  to  pick  up  playing  the  flute  at  the  insistence  of  gilbert ,   and  failing  miserably ,   ludwig  turned  to  something  he  thought  might  be  easier  on  him  as  an  instrument .

2 )    as  the  current  economic  superpower  in  europe ,   ludwig  feels  a  heavy  burden  on  him  while  also  finding  a  sense  of  pride  in  his  major  turnaround .    he’s  proud  that  his  country  has  made  much  progress  since  the  world  wars ,   but  with  his  economy  being  the  largest  in  europe  also  means  other  economies  are  relying  on  him .

3 )    gilbert  and  ludwig  have  dividing  views  on  whether  east  germany  is  now  at  the  same  living  standard  as  west  germany .    though ,   they  both  agree  (  obviously  )  that  german  reunification  was  a  good  thing  for  the  country .

4 )    ludwig’s  relationship  with  alfred  as  nations  can  best  be  described  as ...    not  very  confident .    this  is  largely  in  thanks  to  trump’s  election  into  office .

5 )    while  ludwig  has  many  healthy  coping  mechanisms  for  inconveniences  and  even  bigger  troubles  (  see :    dogs ,   exercise ,   baking ,   talking  it  out  to  gil  ) ,   his  ultimate  vice  is  beer .    luckily ,   he  only  uses  beer  to  cope  in  the  worst  situations ,   which  are  hard  pressed  to  cause  given  the  history  he’s  lived .

6 )    it’s  hard  to  earn  a  (  genuine  )  smile ,   or  even  a  laugh  from  ludwig .

7 )   ludwig  is  ticklish .    really ,   really  ticklish .    but  it’s  only  in  one  very  specific  spot  and  he  is  never  going  to  tell  a  soul  about  it ,   so  you’ll  have  to  guess .

8 )    ludwig  has  felt  like  he’s  had  to  prove  himself  since  he  was  formed  as  the  german  empire ,   having  the  legacy  of  prussia  shadowing  over  him .    and  remember  it  wasn’t  exactly  considered  a  good  legacy  either ;    the  kingdom  of  prussia  isn’t  known  for  its  politics  or  arts ,   but  its  war  strategy  and  brutal  efficiency  that  stems  from  frederick  the  great’s  rule .    he’s  just  glad  that  people  trust  him  now .

9 )    speaking  of  trust ,   with  angela  merkel  considered  the  most  trustworthy  when  it  comes  to  world  affairs ,   ludwig  in  turn  has  confidence  in  himself  that  he  will  do  what’s  best  for  the  earth .

10 )    the  fastest  way  to  ludwig’s  heart ;    just  be  friends  with  him .

11 )    he  will  kick  your  ass  in  monopoly .    actually ,   he’ll  kick  your  ass  in  most  board  games  that  require  a  good  sense  of  logic  and  strategy .    but  if  you  really  want  ludwig  to  Suffer ,   convince  him  to  play  something  like  cards  against  humanity  or  what  do  you  meme .    quite  a  bit  of  the  humour  is  lost  on  him .

12 )    though  not  a  huge  gamer  like  gil  is  (  who  canonically  plays  fps  games  ) ,   he  will  occasionally  indulge  on  playing  a  video  game  he  finds  interesting .

13 )    though  he  doesn’t  say  it ,   he  still  looks  up  to  gilbert .

14 )    while  he  enjoys  the  beaches  that  europe  has  to  offer ,   ludwig  has  always  had  a  small  desire  to  see  what  other  continents  have  in  the  ways  of  beaches .    he  hopes  to  travel  to  australia  to  see  the  famed  bondi  beach  (  and  the  gold  coast  as  well  )  someday .

15 )    ludwig’s  hugs  are  to  die  for .    if  you  get  one  from  him ,   then  you’re  so  damned  lucky .    (  yes ,   this  means  that  feliciano  is  the  luckiest  person  on  earth .  )

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