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 Problem of Fanfiction by inkstaineddove, journal
The Problem of Fanfiction
Edit: I think this is being lost in translation so I want to state it plainly here. I write for my own pleasure. This has been my go-to outlet since I was 9. You can see all the cringey, just-for-me poetry and fics from when I was 11-14 on here. I'm not asking for more favorites because that's my only motivation. I'm not even asking you to go favorite my stuff. I'm bringing up the point that fanfiction is often under appreciated in fandom spaces to the point where a lot of authors get turned off especially if they're beginners or new to a fandom.
I've been writing and publishing fanfiction since I was in fourth grade. The fandoms have change
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 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
From New World to Old: 1983 Doomsday by mdc01957, literature
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From New World to Old: 1983 Doomsday
From New World to Old
Or,
A 1983 Doomsday Tale through the Nations' Eyes
Schloss Vaduz, Principality of Liechtenstein, Alpine Confederation. 8 July 2016.
If there were one word that Amelia F. Jones could describe the past few hours, it’d be “overwhelming.” That’s not entirely true though, the American thought to herself as she fidgeted the blue, if rather modest cocktail dress she wore. I can think of more than one word. Sighing, she strained to smile as she watched her hosts give a brief history of the ballroom they were in and that of the castle surrounding it.
It wasn’t as though the Survivor-Nation could
The Girl From the New World: 1983 Doomsday by mdc01957, literature
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The Girl From the New World: 1983 Doomsday
The Girl From the New World
Or,
A 1983 Doomsday Tale through the Nations' Eyes
St. Gallen–Altenrhein, Switzerland, Alpine Confederation. 8 July 2016.
Facing the deceptively picturesque waters of Bodensee, there seemed to be nothing particularly notable about the airfield aside from an occassional fighter or helicopter from the Alpine Air Corps. Today however was different, with police and Alpine Militia alike keeping journalists – and potential troublemakers – behind barricades far from the premises. All while a small welcoming party assembled on the tarmac, complete with a small detachment of Landespolizei straight from
A Splintered Secret: 1983 Doomsday by mdc01957, literature
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A Splintered Secret: 1983 Doomsday
A Splintered Secret
Or,
A 1983 Doomsday Tale through the Nations' Eyes
Outskirts of Linz, Austria, Alpine Confederation. 2 July 2016.
Roderich Edelstein watched with a mix of trepidation and curiosity as a car came to a halt the front of his house. It was a black Steyr sedan of a more recent type coming out of the assembly lines rather than the sort of refurbished car left over from before Doomsday still common on the roads. The discreet, almost invisible markings on the side however marked its passenger as part of the World Census and Reclamation Bureau, that peculiar organization that answered to the second retread of the League of Nati
St. Valentine's Flowers: an AU Hetalia Tale by mdc01957, literature
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St. Valentine's Flowers: an AU Hetalia Tale
St. Valentine's Flowers
Or,
A Snapshot of Another, Forgotten World through the Nations' Eyes
Over the skies of the Austro-Hungarian Crownlands. 14 February, A.D. 1916
“Seriously, Roderich?!” the Kingdom of Prussia chuckled, smirking with disbelief as his cup of coffee threatened to spill onto the carpeted floor. “You forgot what day it is?”
“A Monday, ja?” The Austrian half of the Crownlands allowed a frown to line his face even as he forced back the urge to strangle the German. “And as much as I appreciate you accompanying me back, Gilbert, that is the last time I let you drag my person around Koni