#2p german

[ask-p2-germany]

Well, you certainly haven't changed. Nice arms, btw.

[noell0]

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[askgermanyhetalia]

[I'm currently in Georgia, so have some facts about German-Georgian relations]

German-Georgian relations refer to diplomatic, economic and cultural ties between Germany and Georgia, which have been developing for several centuries. Germany declared the independence of the Georgian Democratic Republic after World War I and was one of the first countries to recognize the newly formed state in 1918, making it a protectorate of the German Empire. Bilateral relations were interrupted due to the forced annexation of Georgia to the Soviet Union in 1922, but were restored on April 13, 1992 after the collapse of the USSR. Georgia has an embassy in Berlin, and Germany has an embassy in Tbilisi.

My personal design for 1p! and 2p! Georgia(old sketches and new)

[heedzhee-art]

oc art (wip) skull emoji

I'm gonna be honest with you 2p Italy got too many headcanons so I'm making him his own thing because he's too good for hetalia fanart and kind of has nothing to do with hetalia at this point because I'm having too many thoughts about his background. and schmalgauzen music has been giving me visions with the italian/german/ukrainian/french cabaret and it's now becoming a fictional character

[lady0ctavia]

When They See Their S/O Crying (2p!Axis)

Headcanons for how I think the 2p!Hetalia characters would act if they walked in on their S/O crying.

2p!Italy: Luciano isn't the best at dealing with people when they cry. His first instinct is to tell someone to, "just calm down!" He finds it annoying, which is something he'd have to work on when in a relationship. So when he sees your tears he has to pause for a moment to think of an appropriate response. He'd walk forward with a tissue and use that to wipe the tears away. He'll ask you what's wrong, and if you can't answer, he'll sigh and hold you in his arms, rubbing a hand up and down your back. He's trying. And if he finds the one who made you cry, they're as good as dead.

2p!Germany: Almost the opposite of Luciano. When Lutz sees you cry, he immediately grabs a hold of you, hugging you so tightly that you think you'll pop. He'll cuddle up with you on the couch with you laying on his chest, running his fingers through your hair, with the other hand resting on the small of your back. You'll lay like this for a while, him letting you cry it out into his shirt until you're ready to talk. Also, chances are he's not letting you go for a long time after the two of you start cuddling, so you better get comfortable.

2p!Japan: You think Luciano is quick to resort to violence when he sees his beloved cry? Wait until Kuro sees your tears. He'll walk forward and take your face in his hands, demanding to know who put you in this state. If you tell him right then and there, he'll whip out his katana and head out the door, telling you, "I'll be back." If not, he'll be a little more demanding, insisting to know who it was. But if you're crying hard enough, he'll instead make you some tea and allow you to rest on his shoulder. However, as soon as you're in a place where you can tell him what happened, he's walking out the front door with the katana, and won't come back until late that night.

2p!Prussia: Despite fighting as a Teutonic Knight, Gillen is a fairly gentle person at heart, so seeing you crying hurts him just as much as it does you. He'll tenderly hold your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumb, and asking you, "Liebe, what happened?" In the softest voice you've ever heard. If you cannot answer him, he'll hold you close and shush your cries, whispering comforting words into your ear in German. After all is said and done, and you're done talking it out, he'll recommend the two of you take a walk together to get your mind off of things, holding your hand the entire time.

2p!Romano: Flavio will be someone to quickly direct you to the couch and sit down beside you, arm around your shoulders as he lets you cry it out. He'd give you little kisses on the side of the head as you sob into his shoulder, holding your hand tight. When you get yourself together he'd go and prepare some coffee for you two (or cocoa if that's what you prefer) and will take the time to sit down and talk through the issue.

[ironicorange]

2P CanUkr is probs my favorite ship dynamic lmao

I See Ukraine as a cocky ass wife and Canada as the most serious looking man ever 🫶 I love them so much

Also they would probably own a German shepherd or Husky

i think 2p Ukraine def owns 3 dogs and one of them is 2p Canada 😳😳😳

[ask2pitaly]

Round Goes the Q&A

Hello 2p!Italy! Here's your question.

Question 54: If you could only eat one cuisine for the rest of your life, what would it be?

- @ask-thelandofsmiles :)))

I'd go with Italian, but that is no interesting answer, and there are no stakes in the long run. So, I'll choose German cuisine instead.

After a few decades spent with Lutz or in Germany for trips, personal or business related, I've grown accustomed to that. So, German, it is.

Next I'll be asking — @ask-aph-hws-iceland

[dykepuffs]

Every now and then I am so angry at the loss of my local community centre.

Up until my early 20s, the local community centre was in an old secondary school - It had been replaced by two others after a new estate had been built, then turned into an Approved School, then finally closed - but still belonging to the local authority, so they turned this 1000-pupil school, with an assembly hall with a stage, two gymnasiums, a dance studio, dozens of classrooms and a canteen, into a massive community centre. This wasn't unique either, there was another one similar to it on the other end of the estate, also in an old school (this time, a Victorian one with no field but a big yard), and one in a purpose-built community centre building, of comparable size, about a mile away, and one in an old drill hall maybe two miles away. But, this one was "ours".

And pretty much everything happened there. Every member of my extended family had *something* that they did there, so there was always a chance of running into some auntie or second-cousin and a bunch of their friends too, so a two-hour evening class might end with us all walking up the road to the workingmen's club for a few pints after.

And it wasn’t just sports clubs either (Though, there were sports clubs, both leagues where you could compete and classes where you could learn), there were things like mother and baby groups, support and befriending groups for various people, amateur dramatics (both to play and regular shows for the public to attend), a pictures club that showed classic films on a huge projector screen, loads of language learning ranging from "Spanish for holidays" via "Hindi for your british-born grandkids to get some immersion" and "German for (Local German tech firm)'s employees who intend to work abroad" to "Classical Kurmanji for poets", straightforward further education and night classes where you could learn typing or carpentry or study for your A-Levels... Basically, because the building was vast and already owned by the council for the good of the people living on the estate, it didn't cost much to rent a room for an hour a week and run a club, so all sorts of people would do it. There were the stalwarts that always ran (Children's tap dancing, football, karate, photography, knitting circle) but effectively anyone with £12 per week to spare could hire a room for an hour, run off some posters on the photocopier (2p per page, 5p colour) and have a club - And since it was all in one place, people would read the poster on the signboard and already know where the club was and how to get there - In fact, if they were already here at 5 for Watercolour For Beginners, there was no real reason NOT to hang around for half an hour afterwards, get a coffee in the cafe, then try out Labyrinthine Meditation at 7. All the classes were cheap (the most shocking expensive one was black-and-white photography, at £3.50 a session, because you had to chip in for the chemicals to develop your films and print your prints, and they had sole use of a store cupboard as a darkroom) and so was the cafe and the very small lounge bar.

I moved away pushing 20 years ago and I miss it to pieces, and now it's closed down and the land has been sold off to develop into flats. And the people living there won't have it, and the town I live in now doesn't have anything like it, our village hall is a single room and it sold its cricket pitch decades ago. And with just one room there is a lot more pressure on only having the most popular clubs run, the ones guaranteed to run for 12-week terms with at least 15 participants per session, with "broad appeal".

I just wish there were still more of these in the UK. We have lost a whole lot in losing it, and it remained popular right up to closure... But local authorities are skint and land isn't cheap and maintaining these mid-century buildings that are either falling apart or full of asbestos is expensive.

But think how different our queer culture could be, if this kind of place still existed commonly and universally all over the country!

[hetaliahealing]

draw a circle, that's my last braincell

Name: krem Age: jr millennial Zodiac: ♑︎ Pronouns: they/them XX minors DNI XX

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went mia from tumblr & fandom but i've orbited back. hetalia is & has been my comfort cast since 2010. a blog to scratch the fixation.

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On Tagging:

Not good at alt tags (alt ship names/ hws v. aph) so if you dislike a pairing above, just block the tag I use. I've been trying to use "hws"/"hetalia world series" instead of "hetalia axis powers".

For cw/tw I'll try to tag what I'm aware of as common warnings. But I'll likely not use "cw"/"tw" and just do "blood", "gore", etc. I might not tag "smoking" but I might tag "substances" or "420".

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[ask-p2-germany]

What is this blog about? / What is this fandom?

This is a Hetalia askblog, and centers around Lutz who is my interpretation of Himaruya’s canon design of 2P!Germany. Headcanons are liable to change as I continue to develop Lutz as a character.

Do you have a main blog or other social media handles?

Not at this time, but when I do, I will share it on here!

Do you offer commissions?

Not at this time, but I'll update this when I do!

What art program do you use? What is your tablet?

I use Clip Studio Paint, and my tablet is a Wacom Intuos.

Do you mind if your art is used for RP blogs/posted elsewhere?

My artwork may be reposted with credit. 

Does Lutz have a 2P name or is Lutz his 2P name?

Lutz is a common German nickname for Ludwig. While Lutz has been coined as 2P!Germany’s name for the sake of differentiation, Lukas is my headcanon name for him.

Where did Lutz's scars come from?

That has been answered here.

May other askblogs interact with you?

Certainly! I will try my best to answer IC asks when received

I will keep this post pinned and add more answers when needed. o/

[astralartefact]

Crym and Punishment Sometimes murder is allowed as a treat. (Not for you though, peasant)

Nobody knows who Crym is so just pretend she's 2P and call this piece 2Crime 2Punishment... Incidentally a good alternate name for Yorda Hark Adopadypse

There's this funny thing about Y:DA that plagues my mind ever since I noticed it. I won't go into their context, but there are several nods and references to CrimePun in Y:DA like for starters

Konogg distracts the player with a silver watch just like Raskolnikov before he murders a woman

Glagg grows delirious and paranoid after his 'perfect plan' causes an unplanned death just like Raskolnikov after he murders a woman's sister

Themes of Social Hierarchies and Atonement

and of course

There is a quest literally called Crime & Punishment

and once you notice that you might start to see certain things about the story that will clear up to you that Yoko Taro is a crazy person wtf wtf wtf. Here? Here out of all places? Right in front of my Quirky Video Game Cross-Over?? Did you really think anybody would take this seriously enough to notice any of this???

And I'm perfectly fine with being that guy who shouts into the void that "actually Y:DA is the best, just read this 15-page essay I wrote about how this thing and this thing actually reference a book you don't care about and then three jumps of moon logic later we find ourselves discussing the social mobility of minorities and video games as an art form because I guess that's my life now" only to be told "Bro, It's not that deep" - There is just one problem:

The quest is not called "Crime & Punishment" in Japanese. It's vaguely resembling it in a "X and Y" scheme, but as far as I can tell (using google) it's only called Crime and Punishment in English and German (not in French though) which means my case for "this is defo on purpose" - the only metric of good writing besides "did i like it" - is relying on interpreting a piece of media, which as we all know is not a thing you do with video games.

This situation however also means that one of the following has to be true:

YT meant to do all these CrimePun references and expected people to pick up on them without namedropping the book and the Eng & Ger Localisations knew that (bc of translation notes or something like that) and added a direct reference bc the original quest name was similar anyways.

YT didn't mean to do that and the Eng & Ger Localisations either on their own or together realized that Y:DA had parallels to the book and decided to write CrimePun references into this quest line on their own.

This is just a massive coincidence and everybody involved referenced themes and details of a book that was then also mentioned in two seperate translations by name purely on accident.

Needless to say it's definitely the last one which makes me boo boo the fool as we all know Yoko Taro is a loser and has never used subtext in his life. But if I were ever able to ask him and/or the localisation (who kind of have to know bc they translated it) anything, I would ask them if Y:DA is referencing this book on purpose or not... (YT wouldn't answer that and laugh at me. And then he would call the cops to get me out of his house.)

Anyways, some final notes:

For the background I painted over a woodcut print of the Pulkovo Observatory bc I was lazy and backgrounds are hard. I will accept the withdrawal of my 'Mediocre Art Hobbyist' card for the sin of not being a real artist

Crym's outfit is supposed to resemble Raskolnikov's with his stupid little hat, but we all know that guy's clothes would not color match

....i am indeed actively working on a y:da video essay... i'm sorry in advance... i don't even care about anybody watching it i just want to talk about my favorite piece of video game ever (yes it has gotten that bad please call help)

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

I read about Austria's character sheet, can you demonstrate how he threw the chair to the windows, is it out of rage bc Luciano was stealing his thunder or was it for the clout or FUCKING BOTH

BOTH!

The loud cries and curses of warriors locked in battle accompanied by the cracking of wood and bones were common noises in the Schwarze Welt Hotel. What wasn’t so common was the classic rock rifts that flittered between the briefest lulls of conflict.

Within its rebellious cords was a loud, proud, German-accented voice singing his curses about the unfairness of being a 2p. Especially an Austrian 2p.

No one paid Jon much mind as he sang, too busy with their own contest of strength, except to either throw the occasional insult or object his way.

Before the black-haired Jon could feel even a shred of frustration from the lack luster attention and sing another verse. A loud yell of “SILENZIO!” paused the room like an awkward, frozen, Disney, animation frame.

All eyes, even Jon’s, were now on Luciano as he stood in front of the staged podium. A snarled smile split his tan face as three knives sat interlaced in the fingers of his gloved left hand. “You-a idiots all sita down NOW!”

When no one moved to follow Luciano’s order, his smile grew as he flicked his wrist. Sending the sliver blades flying like Aries’ birds.

Gasps of pain and the spray of blood from his three unfortunate examples moved many of the nations into their seats. Their eyes remaining on the unstable Mafioso.

All but the Austrian 2p named Jon. His vampiric teeth ground at the loss of his audience. Red eyes full of hot ire as they danced around the calming crowd.

“Austria~” Purred Luciano, his former charge. “Sita down or else.”

Jon’s furious red met Luciano’s cocky magenta before slowly lifting into mischievous bloody half-moons.

“I can’t” Jon grabbed his chair with tight fists. Before lifting and hurling it like an Olympian with a shot put. Shattering an innocent glass window and sending the chair down many floors. “Unfortunately, I have no chair. There is nowhere to sit mein Arsch”

All were stunned by the wannabe vampire, listening to the sound of sirens and brief screams from the confusion stories below.

Slowly, chuckles started to rise like a returning tide before they became a tsunami of laughter. All while Luciano only shook his head in disappointment at his former tormentor.

“Then sita on the floor.”

[hetaliakinfessions]

not looking for anyone, but. do any other hetalia fictives struggle w/ the fear of existing anywhere that isn't explicitly for you, b/c of how hostile people can get? i'd ask for help coping, but ngl, it's not at all unfounded, so. ig i just wanna hear that i'm not alone in this, b/c it's so scary to see discourse start when it feels like could go in that direction. another confession blog that used to feel safe just stopped feeling like it is b/c the mod just kept letting stuff through. i hate admitting to feeling scared but i hate worrying we're alone in this even more

- alsa kallweit, primary Preußen (aka "1p non nyo" of germanic prussia) n quaternary Prūsai (aka "2p nyo" of old prussia/baltic prussia)

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[pruszided]

Another colour - Prologue

"The life. What a beautiful thing! You can feel, experience, decide! Of course if you're on it's good side. We don't mean it in a peasant-noble relation, the thing is with the universe. Like the basic universe. With basic nations, who don't must to behave for a higher dictator, beacuse the universe is stabil and still. It's 1P!.They say, basic countries have an opposite. Let's just call it 2 Personality or 2P!. These 2 Personalities growing parallely with their pair, but their will and personality is different. Therefore, they must do the important decides and events that the 1P!-s, or their bonds will start breaking. Now the 2P!-s started to make own decisions,and avoid what the basic universe did. That's why the bonds between the two universe started to break, and the universe slowly dissapeares. That's beacuse of the parallel-rule. The parallel-rule means a copy of actions, for example America and Russia fought with each other in the Cold War, so 2P! America and 2P! Russia must fought in the Cold War. There are other universes, like Nyotalia,but those don't have such strong bonds as 2P!, and that's the reason why's 2P! universe is similar to 1P!"

That's what 2P! Italy thought, who we will call Luciano Vargas from now. He don't want to get lost and being in the nothing, or just not exist.He and his brother, Flavio Vargas, started recruit countries to an organization, named Alleanza Axis. Their first goal was to made the Axis Powers again. Japan, Honda Kuro'd be for the eastern, Germany, Lutz Beilschmidt'd be responsible for the european recruits. The two italian just show up, when one of their allies fails. Anyways, they just speak with other nations.

-Do you think we can get Lutz? - Luciano asked his brother. The blonde, bespectacled italian just made his hair perfect, the sunny weather doesn't bothered his white trouser and buttoned shirt that covers his pink T-shirt. A scarf was around his neck,and his shoes shined brown.

-Haven't you called him Lutzie before? - Flavio stopped brushing, and looked at his brother, at his military outfit and head which had a black general hat on. The black boots and gloves just made him even morely like a fascist general.

-Do you think, I still am a flattering dick? - The words were sharp.

-Oh,of course not brother! Just from 1939 till 45! Then you stood up to your own legs, and impressed even me too. - The blonde teased.

-Should I agree with you, or hit your face?- He asked.

- The decide is only in your hands~- They arrived to Germany. Luciano calmly stepped front of the ringer, but knocked. No response.

-Knock-knock,Lutzie! Your dear italian, Luci, arrived! - The brown haired was kinda mad, but he knew thet Prussia lives here too. It's the time to tease Flavi a bit.

- Did you forget Klaus? Though you flattered to him so much. - He said with a strong voice.Lutz opened the door, behind him stood his brother quietly.

-If it's another partisan beater action, I'm in. - Said the german. Under his left eye was a huge scar. His combed back blonde hair was covered by a hat. His jacket hanged on his shoulder, so his white athlete seemed. He wore black military trousers and boots.

-Now, the problem is with not us, but with our universe. - Flavio cleared the theme for them.

-Excuse me? - Asked Lutz, while he and Klaus came out to the italians.- I think, you shouldn't watch any more american horror.

-We have bonds with our white pairs, and those bonds are started to break, so our world will soon dissapear. - Summarized the brown haired. - We want to make an organization and you are the first to needed.- He looked up on the germans. The height difference didn't scared him. He knows Lutz enough to influence him. So it only added to his confidence.Lutz and Klaus looked at each other and nodded.

-Understanded! - Luciano knew it will be succesfull. Since Lutz is like his puppy.

-Nice. - He turned to his brother. - Please, go with Klaus, and get England, while I and Lutz go to Japan. - He instructed them.

-Okay, okay boss,we know you missed the sadistic wild man, but bye bye, then we leave! - Flavio grabbed the arm of the prussian, and they dashed front of west. Klaus' crossed-pattern cloak and braided hair floated beacuse of Flavio's speed. Gilbird just flied next them. With his boots, he only beated the dry mud.

-Your brother is kinda energetic. So you actually missed me? - They started going to Japan's house.

-Yep. - Luciano flattered a bit. - I got used to the name Axis.-I haven't heard of Japan for a long time. - Luciano placed his hands on his nape.

- What do you think, how much will it be difficult to get Japan back?

-He is a stubborn wanker, I have to say. But I think, he would like to unite again. Even if you count in many other nations too. - Italy nodded. - And you will be the leader.

-Who else? Continue, I want to hear how you remember me.

-The head of the organization, us, Axis Powers will be. That's the reason you're sure that Japan is obtainable. - Luciano smiled. - I think I remember correctly.

-Oh yes. Do I became so visible?

-Just logical. - Lutz made a tiny, but proud smile too.

-So I wasn't that before, thanks. - He played with the words.

-Well not really. In the Second World War you barely helped with anything. - That was offensive to the italian.

-That was only beacuse of my white pair! - The german went to the italian's nerves, so he chuckled.

-Of course you put all the fails on that Feliciano guy. - Germany actually grined now.

-Oh, so that's the case. Just don't forget my plans was the key to the success. - They teased, but Luciano enjoys these situations. When he must improvize he relys on his instinct, even in serious moments. But his allies need a bit time.

They arrived to the eastern nation. The italian thought of how could he get Japan out of the house. At the end, he decided just to speak.

-Hello Japan! The Axis is here again. - No response.

-Well then, we go in! - He streched for his pocketknife. Germany searched for a weapon too."Japan is strong, and doesn't really like when he's bothered" Italy knew. He liked his eastern ally, but Kuro was still disturbing for him. He haven't showed this out though.

The house was silent. It is clean, but empty. Kuro knew they will come, he felt the falling of the world after all. Anyways, hist timing must be good, otherwise Italy and Germany will win, and he won't tolerate that! Luciano is more dangerous, he will be the first to eliminate. The german isn't that big deal, especially if he's alone.

Japan heard the steps from the anteroom. They were silent, but not mute. Kuro has a two bunked house, and he waited at the stairs to attack. Luciano has felt the trouble. He stood with his back towards the stairs, and Lutz opposite to the stairs. Italy gave him his knife, for himself he got a dagger.

The japanese jumped forward. Germany averted the cutting, then sepped back from the fight scene.

-What's that, Japan? Have you missed the training?- He was happy he finally could see Kuro.

-I missed it, but you I didn't. - He said. -Let's see how you improved, Italy! -He gripped the katana's hilt.

-I'd be happy! - Responsed the brown haired while he started attacking. Fortunately, he learned how to fight without the syncron between his moves and voices.Japan countered and tried to cut. Luciano just dodged. He has no chance against the katana alone.Then they started it again, the only difference is Italy added himself two more knives.

Germany sneaked to the first floor. He knew Japan has more katanas, which they had trained with. In his room he found it fast. Then he hurried back to help Italy. The guy just jumped another. They didn't looked at each other, that would be too obvious. Instead of it the italian started to step to the wall, so the german can get closer.They both treaded in the japanese's rythm. Lutz wanted to do a fast hit with the katana's side, but Japan was clever.

He knew that the blonde went away, so he payed attention. At some times, when he felt like, he watched over his back. That happened now too, but Germany had enough time and skill to finally attack the black haired man.

-Pretty, but loud. - He criticized the work of the team.-Hah! Got you! - Luciano was malevolent. -Indeed. - He sight. - You became more skilliful. - The red eyepair was still arrogant.

-You felt the anomalies, or? - Lutz started to prepare himself to the leaving.

-Yes. - He collected his weapon. - I will be back in a moment. - He went up with the katana.

-That was nice, Lutz. -Luciano smiled slyly. Then Kuro came back, and they started planning.

-Ah, Klaussi! Why don't you open to anyone? You know, that's only trouble for you! - Romano said Klaus' problems while they went to England. Prussia shrugged.

-Do you want to upgrade your arm? It seems complex. - Thought the blonde. - If it clogs, or anything, it is sure difficult to lead. - He tried to avoid the fashion. But nah, Klaus' long, dry silver hair, the crossed white cloak, what was at his breastplate, and his knee armor and boots deserve a minimalist styled clean robot arm too! Klaus losted his right arm, and a soldier needs both of their arms! Germany made one for him with Romano's help.

-Would be good. - He moved his fingers one by one. - I think an oiling is enough. Flavio usually supported his brother, but with Klaus, he liked to spend the time, so he walked happily next the prussian. However Klaus loved the silent. And around the odd italian he couldn't get that. But he was kinda satisfied, all of the questions got him in the theme.

-Warning, England is dangerous. He put poison into everything ,he wants to kill his victims in a clean way. - He warned the prussian.

-Maybe he poisons himself day by day..-Klaus looked at the soil.

-Hm? - Flavio checked the soil too.

-He confuses the strangers, that the food is tasty, he shows it, and it has no effects on himself. His immun is strong enough.

-Yep. It would be problematic to search for am unpoisoned food among the many poisoned.

-Yeah. - He looked up at the islandcountry's house. Plain gardenhouse with brown treebarrier.

- We are here.The blonde rang and the freckled english came at the door just in the moment. His floured face and apron meant he was baking.

-Oh,welcome, Prussia, Romano! - He stood out of the entrance. - Come in! They stepped in, the bakery scent hit their nose. England leaded them to his kitchentable and sat.

-What do you bake? - Asked Flavio,while he pulled out a chair for himself and one for Klaus.

-Flan cookie, but it takes much time to be ready. But I have cupcakes! - He jumped up from his place, what he occupied a half minute ago.

- Anyways, what brought you? - He asked while searching. It was a bit strange, beacuse Romano saw another tray of cupcakes, but the english haven't brought those.

-If you pay attention, we will tell. - Out of contect, the italian liked the pink upper what covered a light pink shirt. His trousers was black, his shoes were brown, though his favourite were the blues - the eyepair and the tie of the english - on the costume.

-Well, tell me about it. - He spinned back with a tray. Flavio haven't heard of poisoned cookies stories of England in these days,so maybe he'll take one.

-You are an active magic user, I'm sure you felt our world is starting to collapse, aren't you? - He took his eyeglass off.

-Yep, but why bothers it you? We can't force all the nations to do what their pairs doing. Plus I think, we can't open a gate to our white pairs so easily. We're not enough.

-Everyone has a little magical talent, that's like... When your hunchs are right.- Said Klaus. - Romano, Italy, me, Germany, Japan, Norway, Romania, and you, we all have a stronger magical power than the average.

-Yup! - He didn't waited Klaus to over. - This many people can make an open gate at least for a half hour! Is it promising? - The italian winked.

-May be right. However, I don't see we could do it. - He took a cupcake. - For a plan like this, you need all the countries, sillies~

-That's why we came to you. Many nations like you, plus you're a mage. - Argued the prussian.

-Aww, you are so shallow! - He started to get nerved. - What will I get?

-Hmm.. For example you could live in a stabil world Oliver, where you could do anything. Happy people, strong economy... - The first naming. The freckled smiled at the blonde.

-Here am I compeletly satisfied. I don't care how Arthur ruined Great-Britain.-Oliver liked this life. Though, he doesn't want to get lost, a life with regrets is much more repulsive.

-Everything will be the same. We promise you always stay Oliver Kirkland. - Klaus joined.

-You don't leave, until I say okay, am I right? - He sighed. - One condition. - He started smiling sorryly. The prussian and the italian looked calmly.

-Take a cupcake. - He pushed the tray towards them. - We are countries, a bit of cookies doesn't hurt, right? - Indeed doesn't, thought Flavio. But Klaus..Klaus isn't a complete nation now. He may suffer, if he's poisoned.Romano looked at Prussia, who nodded.Flavio took a pink, Klaus choosed a brown.

-Then,good appetit. - They bit into the cookie. Nothing. No side taste,effect just the sweetness.

-How's it taste?

-Delicious. - Flavio said his opinion, Klaus nodded again.

-Than this was a mixed. Ops! - The guests questioningly looked at England.

-Now I started to make mixed trays of poisonous and normal cupcakes. And I got a poisoned one, while you got a sweet cupcake~

-Do you have different versions? - Prussia asked.

-I have sour, salty,bitter,and tasteless. Don't ask, I wanted to try!

-And why did you gave us cupcakes? - He took back his eyeglass.

-I tested your braveness and trustness. So, what should I do to support your plan? - He propped up his chin with his wrist.

-Alleanza Axis. Just recruit the mages amd the western nations.

-Okie-dokie! ~ - Then they went to an other room to talk about the plan and the organization.

Maybe the story went too fast. I have like 5 more chapters, but those include my OC, Magnetica too. Oh, and it's not even close to the end!

@aster-riskite here you go father

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As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 29

Note: This story is based vaguely during the mid 1200s in Eastern Europe where the Teutonic Knights fought the Northern Crusades to try and convert the native pagan population to Christianity. As a result, this story will have heavy religious themes all throughout. It should also be noted that, while referencing real-life events and locations, I am not striving for full historical accuracy. This is for the sake of the story I am telling.

Once again, this series will have heavy religious themes throughout, including discussions of bible stories, doctrine, and scripture verses, as well as critical analysis of Christian doctrine and beliefs. So, if you don't like that, you will want to skip out on this.

Gillen walked around the infirmary, beginning to busy himself with organizing materials on the shelves, wincing every time he lifted his right arm. Biting his lip, he lowered the arm and grimaced.

I know I shouldn't be up and about, but I'm tired of lying in bed. I remember (y/n) was the same way.

He chuckled to himself upon remembering how (y/n) would get so stir-crazy she would start taking walks with Gilbert around the fortress, despite his wishes for her to stay in bed.

I used to be so annoyed with her. We discussed and debated religious topics and challenged one another's views, though I cannot say her critiques were unfounded, especially looking back. The girl is quite brilliant in her own way, I'll give her that. I feel she was probably right about a few things.

He internally mused with a fond smile as he raised a hand to rest on his shoulder, a dull pain beginning to form in the muscle. He grunted, a scowl forming as he further assessed the damage on his body. As he did so, he heard someone enter the room and looked up to find Gilbert walking toward him.

"You really should stay in bed. Or at the very least refrain from doing anything with that arm," Gilbert stopped before him, arms crossed over his chest. He appeared tense, though Gillen wasn't about to ask why.

"I know. I just don't like feeling stagnant, that's all," Gillen replied while taking a seat on one of the beds, still resting a hand on his shoulder. "I am starting to think I won't be able to fight anymore."

"Nonsense!" Gilbert shook his head and waved a hand in the air dismissively. "You just need to heal up!"

"Gilbert, you performed the surgery yourself. You saw the damage. The arrow went straight through the muscle and was left in too long before removal. After I'm fully healed, I have no doubt I will be able to return to my medical work. But as for fighting, I fear our days of dueling are behind me."

Gilbert's expression seemed sad, his lips pressed into a thin line before responding. "I'm sorry that it took so long to get to you. We wanted to get to you earlier, but other knights were..." He trailed off before taking a seat next to his brother.

"You have no reason to feel ashamed, Gilbert," Gillen reassured his brother. "You, (y/n), Albrecht, and even Captain Nikolaus all made the right call. I was relatively fine after the bleeding had initially stopped, but other knights were lying on death's doorstep. You were right to make them the priority."

"Thank you," Gilbert breathed out. "Sorry, that's just been on my mind."

"Understandable, but I must say, I think I may be a little grateful, in a way," Gillen wondered aloud. Gilbert seemed confused.

"Grateful? How?"

"Gilbert, you remember I was initially preparing to go to the German Hosue of Saint Mary in Jerusalem, right?" Gillen asked, to which Gilbert nodded, prompting Gillen to continue. "I only ever wanted to be a doctor. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy sword-fighting and dueling, especially with you. But I can't say I ever liked fighting."

Gilbert seemed gloomy, but accepting regardless. "It can be nasty business, true. But someone has to do it," He stated with a shrug of his shoulders.

Just then, a thought crossed through Gillen's mind. "Gilbert, what are your thoughts on the Teutonic Knights?"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, are we doing things the right way? Particularly when you take into account the commandment of Thou shalt not kill?"

Gilbert quickly went from confused to exasperated. "Oh come now, Gillen, we've been over this. Remember what I said? There are exceptions to this commandment. Don't let (y/n) get into your head."

"But what if she was right? What if the Order's way of spreading Christianity is wrong? How can we know if we are truly justified?" Gillen questioned, appalling Gilbert.

"Do you hear yourself? Gillen, our orders from God Himself," His voice was quiet with disbelief, as if unable to process what he was hearing.

"Orders that contradict His doctrine?" Gillen met his brother's gaze, a tense silence building between the two before Gilbert broke it, sighing and hardening his expression.

"It’s not up to us to try and decipher every last bit of doctrine, Gillen. Besides, the Holy Scriptures were written in the past. We're living in the present, and in the present, God wants us to convert these pagans by any means necessary. And if that means executing those who refuse to abide by the one, true God, then it must be so. Gillen, this was what God has asked of us to do." There was a desperation in Gilbert's eyes and an ironclad resolve in his tone as he spoke. A resolve that did not seem to phase Gillen in the slightest, his deadpan expression returning. The tension in the air was so thick one could cut it with a knife.

"What God has asked us to do, or the Pope?" Gillen shot back.

"The Pope operates as God’s voice here on Earth. His voice is God’s voice. End of story. And for all you know, God may have changed his mind on–"

"If God is a truly perfect, all-knowing, omnipotent being, then He wouldn't have to change His mind on some of His most basic doctrines. And I think we need to remember that the Pope is just a man. Man is fallible, inherently flawed, and prone to making mistakes. How are we supposed to know that this isn’t so much God's will as it is the Pope's?" The words fell out of Gillen's mouth so naturally, surprising both him and Gilbert. But he knew where, or rather who, this was coming from. Gilbert's mouth hung open before responding, his words now shocked and almost horrified. All before transitioning to anger.

"Do… Do you have any idea what you’re saying? Gillen this is heresy! How can you say all of this? You know what you signed on for when you joined the Teutonic Knights! To fight for Christ!"

"Like I just said, Gilbert, I didn't choose to fight for Christ, I wanted to heal! I wanted to be a guardian and a doctor, not a soldier! I was dragged in here," Gillen sighed. "And I'm starting to question the legitimacy of our mission."

"Gillen, where is all this coming from?!"

Gillen looked away and to the floor. His mind felt like clay. Changing and taking a new shape with every impact. And his heart felt heavy, already knowing that Gilbert wasn't going to like the answer to his question. Gilbert narrowed his eyes.

"It's her, isn't it?"

"It's more than that, Gilbert. It's... It's complicated," Gillen's brow furrowed, as if trying to come up with a better answer. One that would satiate his brother.

"But it doesn't have to be. Gillen, just talk to me," Gilbert pleaded, his voice weak as he pressed a hand to Gillen's back.

Gillen looked at his older brother and became equal parts worried and unsettled by what he saw. He appeared to be on the verge of... Well, he couldn't quite tell what, exactly. Not tears, but the man certainly seemed to be reaching a limit of some kind. He sounded desperate. Like he was scared of losing something.

"Gilbert, do you think it makes sense for me, a doctor, to stay with an Order that is hurting people? Granted, the pagans in the land have given us nothing but trouble. But at the same time, we kill people. And (y/n)..."

"What about (y/n)?" Gilbert tensed.

"She hates it." He relented. "And when I come to think about it, I'm not sure I've ever been at ease about it either. I have tried so hard to harden my heart when I go into combat. And for the longest time, that did the trick. But when we went to save (y/n)... Gilbert, I wanted nothing more than to kill the man who took her. But when I raised my sword, I saw the look in her eyes. I saw fear. And I don't want to be one who causes that, not to her. Not to anyone."

Gilbert's eyes softened, though he still appeared unstable. "You need to forget about her, Gillen. She will be leaving tomorrow morning, whether you like it or not. Regardless of how any of us feel, she needs to go. Captain’s orders."

Gilbert got up to leave. As he walked away, he left his younger brother with only a few, final words. "Denken Sie daran, wo Ihre Loyalität liegt, Gillen. Und bitte, mach keine Dummheiten."

Upon leaving, Gillen laid back on the bed, staring at the curved ceiling above him. Almost mindlessly, he uttered his thoughts aloud.

"Ich weiß bereits, wo meine Loyalität liegt. Entweder jetzt oder nie."

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Translations:

"Denken Sie daran, wo Ihre Loyalität liegt, Gillen. Und bitte, mach keine Dummheiten." - "Remember where your loyalties lie, Gillen. And please, don't do anything stupid."

"Ich weiß bereits, wo meine Loyalität liegt." - "I already know where my loyalties lie. It's either now or never."

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