Post by 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞 on Jul 17, 2019 23:47:21 GMT -5
Like the title says. This will be where I'll be putting my Hetalia one-shots. I write 2P Prussia as a muse on Tumblr, and since a friend of mine on there has made me ship a lot of ships with him, I started writing one-shots about those ships. The ship I'm most fixated on at the moment is the ship with her 2P Austria muse. So expect plenty of them here. Either in nationverse or in a high school AU we came up with.
My 2P Prussia (nationverse specifically, though, he is essentially the same in the high school AU)
Names:
2P Prussia = Gilen
2P Austria = Ryszard
2P Hungary = Júlia
2P Germany = Lutz
Nationverse = Basically childhood friends to enemies to angsty pining to friends again tofinally lovers. Ryszard was the cause of Gilen losing his arm. Both want to fix things between them but are scared to delve into their feelings. Once they do fix things, they're dorks in love, determined to make up for lost time by being as affectionate as possible within each other's comfort zones.
High School AU = 100% S-O-F-T. Fluffy pining and mutual crushes. 2P Germany & 2P Hungary shipping them despite them being oblivious to their crushes on each other. Hanging out in the music room and making heart eyes at each other while playing/singing songs together. Have an angsty separation but come back together at high school graduation after-party and have a cute slow-dance. But... they separate again after they find they got accepted to different colleges. They make it work by video-chatting and playing/singing songs to each other. It's dubbed "song-flirting" by 2P Germany & 2P Hungary. They reunite after college and move in together not too long after finally confessing their love for each other. And, yes, they do get married eventually. Everyone cried.
Here are the one-shots. Some are unfinished, while some are finished. They're separated by a horizontal line. All of them except for the last one are set in the high school AU, with the last one being in nationverse. Enjoy~ Comments telling me what you thought about my writing are very much encouraged and appreciated.
Honestly, the sight of Ryszard sitting on the floor with an annoyed pout was the funniest thing Gilen had seen in quite a while. Maybe he didn’t deserve to get shoved off the couch over something so simple as him saying something that irritated Gilen. But there was no malice behind his actions (as always) and Ryszard’s reaction made it all the more hilarious. Gilen wore the proudest smirk ever as he extended his legs to cover the rest of the couch, having no intention of letting Ryszard back on, and rested his cheek against his open palm. It almost as though he was daring him to try. Really, in hindsight, he should’ve thought of a more effective way to keep him off. There was clearly a challenge in his eyes, and knowing Ryszard, Gilen should've known better by now.
Gilen’s gaze followed Ryszard as he got to his feet. He watched as the other stepped closer, a smirk similar to his own now on Ryszard’s face. Gradually, Gilen’s eyes narrowed as Ryszard didn’t stop in his path forward. The smirk dropped a little in suspicion as the other simply stood before him. There was a certain gleam in Ryszard’s eyes Gilen knew all too well — the kind that told him the other was up to something — and could just see the wheels turning in his head. What was he planning to do now? As far as Gilen knew, this couch belonged to him now and him only.
“Hey!” Gilen teasingly snapped as Ryszard climbed back onto the couch. His face grew warm as he positioned himself above him. Gilen pressed his hands against his chest, ready to push him right back on the floor. “What are you doing? Did I say you were allowed back on?”
“I’m afraid I found a loophole in your objection, love.”
Gilen raised an eyebrow. Despite his wary demeanor,one of his hands slowly transferred from Ryszard’s chest to his hair and began to gently thread his fingers through it. The other moved to his back and simply rested on it.
“Oh, really? Why don’t you tell me what it is, then?”
“You said I couldn’t get back on the couch, but neglected to mention anything about getting on you yourself.”
Gilen swore he heard what could only be described as a purr in his voice, which only increased the heat in his face. Well, there went his collected demeanor. Left as quickly as it came.
“O-Oh… That has to be the worst loophole I’ve ever heard.”
Ryszard merely grinned down at him, obviously proud of the reaction he’d brought out. He then shrugged before he nonchalantly replied, “Suit yourself.”
Not giving Gilen a chance to verbalize a witty response, Ryszard wrapped his arms around him and pulled them both into a sitting position. A chuckle could be heard at Gilen’s yelp of surprise. He reached up and placed a hand against Gilen’s cheek, a tender look on his face.
“I’ve never seen a man so beautiful…” His voice was above a whisper as he lightly brushed his thumb over Gilen’s skin.
There Ryszard went and rendered Gilen speechless with a bright red face. He sure had a knack for that even years later.
“Y-You complimenting me like that doesn’t excuse you getting on the couch, you know?” His voice was equally soft. But he didn’t push him away; in fact, Gilen settled his hands right on Ryszard’s shoulders.
Ryszard tilted his head a bit. “Oh? Then please, find it in that golden heart of yours to forgive me.”
“I’ll try to… but that act just might be unforgivable.”
Gilen dared to move his face closer to Ryszard’s, with Ryszard responding by pulling the other closer to him. They simply stayed there in that proximity, bodies nearly touching. Unaware of what each other’s next move could be.
At the sensation of their lips meeting, Gilen’s whole body seemed to fall limp and leaned against Ryszard’s body. He sighed into the kiss, welcoming it. He wrapped
Much to their displeasure, the kiss broke from lack of air and they were left gazing at each other. Eyes drifted around each other’s features. The only sounds were their heavier breathing and thudding heartbeats.
Gilen’s eyes were fixed on the current messiness of Ryszard’s hair at the moment; something he’d grown to love the look of. The way the bangs fell over his forehead and the overall scruffy look. Even if he was normally the cause of it.
Ryszard, meanwhile, had his gaze settled on Gilen’s eyes. They always mesmerized him, even on the day they’d first met. How expressive and just how blue they were. One moment, they could be calm pools of water. The next, raging ocean waves. Always beautiful.
The comfortable silence was broken by Gilen’s hushed voice, “I’m so happy I met you.” He moved his hand from the back of Ryszard’s head to rest against his cheek. “I mean… you were my first real friend. We had some rough times, yes. But look at us now, living in the same house together. How amazing is that?”
A small hum came from Ryszard as he tilted his head into Gilen’s touch, his eyes closed. The sincerity and warmth in the other’s voice was so pure. To think he nearly lost such a gem of a man to some high school rumors. He’d kicked himself who knows how many times now for believing them. It was beyond him what intervention must have occured to bring them back together, but he was overjoyed that it had worked nonetheless.
Ryszard’s eyes opened and he smiled a smile reserved only for Gilen, tender and full of fondness. “Believe me when I say the feeling’s entirely mutual, darling.” He then gave him a quick kiss on the lips… Before doing the same to his forehead, nose, and both cheeks.
“Now you’re just spoiling me,” Gilen playfully grumbled, rolling his eyes. He chuckled as he returned his hand to Ryszard’s hair and resumed playing with it.
He looked so serene, almost angelic. Ryszard couldn’t hold back the adoring smile that crept onto his face as he watched Gilen do his best to keep the dance going in his own endearingly tired way. Gilen’s eyes were closed with his cheek pressed against Ryszard’s chest as the old Disney song continued to play from Ryszard’s phone, which was lying on the coffee table. Ryszard would be lying if he himself wasn’t feeling the same amount of tiredness. After all, they’d spent most the day unpacking and setting up their new home. The essential and smaller things were in their proper places, which left the larger items still in their boxes haphazardly around the house. Though, Gilen had vehemently insisted his guitars be taken out as soon as possible. Of course, they had been, settled on their stands in their room now. But sleep could wait for a little while longer. For now, he intended to keep his focus solely on the man in front of him. That is, if Gilen didn’t fall asleep standing up.
At least the cats — Aiden and Johanna — would be waiting for them upstairs, if they weren’t asleep already.
It was dream-like; how utterly perfect things had turned out for them, despite the rougher parts of their time in high school together. To this day, Ryszard regretted believing those students whom had fabricated the rumors that ultimately broke him and his then-best friend up. He could still picture the shocked and confused expression on Gilen’s face at Ryszard recalled the things the other had allegedly planned to do to him. His tone was like a snake’s fangs, dripping with venom. Then, when Gilen attempted to ask what he was talking about, he’d shoved him back and abruptly left him alone. Their reconciliation at the post-graduation party was one of the greatest days of both of their lives. Well, aside from their first meeting.
Sighing contentedly, he said more to himself than Gilen, “I have no clue as to what or who decided to bless me with a magnificent man such as yourself… Regardless, I’m eternally grateful they gave me another chance to be at your side. I—”
Gilen stirred at his voice and drowsily looked up at him. “Whaddya talking about? I’m still awake, y’know.”
“The absolutely, positively, undoubtedly sublime man known as Gilen Wolfgang Beilschmidt. That was what — or who, to be exact — I was talking about.”
Just as expected, a reddish-pink blush spread across Gilen’s pale cheeks. He chuckled a little with a sheepish smile on his face and avoided the other’s gaze. Even after all of their years together as both friends and lovers, Ryszard’s compliments still had the same effect.
“You know I don’t like it when you describe me all exaggerated like that…”
In response, Ryszard reached over and cupped his cheek, causing Gilen to meet his gaze again.
“I only speak the truth, darling.”
“That’s debatable.”
With an amused smirk, Ryszard ultimately leaned in, his head tilted a bit. The expectant look that formed on Gilen’s face with his blush only darkening was always the cutest thing.
Once their lips touched, Ryszard closed his eyes with Gilen following suit. His hand migrated from Gilen’s cheek to the back of his head, where his fingers tangled in the soft locks. Kissing Gilen was always sweet and gentle; something that took some getting used to as Ryszard sometimes lacked both attributes. But it was something he relished nonetheless. It was like coming home after a long time away, warm and safe. There was no mistaking the sheer love Gilen put into kisses (and everything else he did), with Gilen returning the kiss as well as he could despite his worn out state. It was truly commendable.
As the kiss went on, Gilen moved his hands from Ryszard’s shoulders to wrap his arms around him. He lightly grasped two fistfuls of the back of his shirt. Ryszard tightened his grip around Gilen’s willowy frame in response. Their chests were essentially pressed together, obviously trying to be as close as they could.
Much to Ryszard’s reluctance, the need for air became too apparent to ignore, and he broke the kiss. He pulled away and opened his eyes, with the sight of those beautiful, ocean-blue eyes greeting him. He rested his palms against the sides of Gilen’s face with a warm smile..
The song had long since stopped playing. Neither had really noticed.
“As much as I would love to dance the night away with you, sleep is something we all need.” He saw Gilen smile at the Van Halen reference before he nodded in agreement. Just as he’d intended. “So, let’s get ourselves upstairs.”
Thus, Ryszard smirked before lifting Gilen up into his arms, beginning to carry him bridal style out of the living room.
Gilen quickly wrapped his arms around his neck before looking up at him with a “really?” expression before he rolled his eyes. Despite that, he rested his head against his shoulder, his previous tiredness becoming apparent again with a yawn.
“You know I had to,” was Ryszard’s response as he neared the stairs and began to climb them.
“Shut up and let me sleep.”
“And I love you, too.”
The mere thought of being on a school bus surrounded by other students making enough noise to burst both eardrums was a recipe for multiple debilitating sensory overloads. Anxiety was beginning to bubble up in Gilen’s chest as he approached the bus alongside Ryszard. Júlia was likely somewhere behind them. Lutz was up ahead, talking with his other friends. Taking a deep breath, he fished out his phone from his pocket, pulled his headphones up over his ears, and connected them. Best to enter the bus prepared.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to see Ryszard. Obviously, he’d noticed his anxious state. Ryszard had grown to be quite in tune with Gilen’s anxiety, something Gilen couldn’t thank him enough for.
“You’ll be fine.” His voice was surprisingly gentle. Ryszard then grinned proudly before returning to his usual tone. “Besides, you have me with you! I’ll even let you have the window seat.”
It was truly a heartbreaking sight. Gilen’s tear-streaked face, his breath coming in occasional gasps, and just how tight he held onto Ryszard with his single arm. It was all due to a nightmare, there was no doubt about that. It was a common enough occurrence. But the way Gilen flinched and even moved away from Ryszard when he’d tried to console him at first was… concerning.
With two fingers beneath his chin, Ryszard gently lifted Gilen’s head up so they were looking at each other. Ryszard then cupped his face with both hands and leaned forward until their foreheads touched.
“Sweetheart, I want you to listen to me and listen well, please.” His voice was tender as he brushed his thumbs over Gilen’s cheeks, sweeping tears away. “Whatever your mind made you see and hear isn’t real. None of it is.”
“B-But you… you said you were lying about loving me and you said I was worthless and… and spineless and—“ A sob escaped him at the recollection and tears continued to slide down his cheeks.
Oh, the things the mind can conjure up. I’m so sorry, darling. Every distressed sound that left him struck Ryszard like a slap to the face. He frowned as he drew Gilen against his chest, his head resting on top of his with his arms wrapped protectively around him.
“Shhh, no. No, no, and no,” he murmured as he began to thread his fingers through Gilen’s hair. He felt a hand tightly grip the back of his shirt. “
My 2P Prussia (nationverse specifically, though, he is essentially the same in the high school AU)
Nation Name: Prussia & East Germany
Human Name: Gilen Wolfgang Beilschmidt
Gender: Male
Age: 23 (physically)
Birthday: January 18th
Orientation(s): Demisexual & Panromantic
Appearance:
He stands at 5'9" (175 cm) and weighs around 130 pounds (58 kg) with pale skin. His hair is silver which ends at his mid-back and is wavy, soft, and thick. He has blue eyes with have a sunken in look. His face is diamond-shaped. His body type is ectomorph, meaning his body is slender and lean with long arms/legs with some visible muscle. He’s missing his left arm and has a bronze prosthetic arm in place of the real arm that’s fully functional. He also has two tattoos (a sword going down the side of his upper right arm and black eagle wings on his upper back extending from shoulder to shoulder).
His fashion sense consists of dark colors. He wears solid-colored shirts, band shirts, or flannels. As well as leather jackets or hoodies, and jeans with combat boots or converse shoes. His fashion is likely gained from the East German punk movement of the 1970’s/1980's. As for headwear, he norally wears beanies. He’s almost always wearing a silver chain necklace with an Iron Cross pendant, too. He has the tendency to tie his hair into ponytails using ribbons (blue or black) as well.
Scars:
He has a scar on his left cheek in the shape of a slanted line. This was the first scar he ever received.
He has various faded bullet wound scars all over his body.
He has a medium-sized x-shaped scar going over the middle of his chest represents his nation’s dissolution (February 25th 1947).
He has a scar that starts on the right side of his front above his navel, stretching to the middle, representing the Evacuation of East Prussia (January 1945 - March 1945) during World War Two.
He has a medium-sized bullet wound scar which points downward on the left side of his back below his shoulder blade, representing the Battle of Königsberg (January 1945 - April 9th 1945) during World War Two against Russia.
There’s a jagged scar going down his left side representing the Battle of Zorndorf (August 25th 1758) against Russia, which was known as the bloodiest battle of the 18th century.
There are two scars going down his right forearm representing the Battle of Jena-Auerstedt (October 14th 1806) — and its devastating defeat — against France. The scar representing Jena is a bit shorter than the one representing Auerstedt.
Personality:
Gilen’s an introvert who’s compassionate and selfless with a strong sense of maturity, likely due to his past hardships. His social skills sometimes aren’t the best and anxiety tends to take over regarding social things and how others perceive him. He'd much rather stay at home than go out to events (the only exception would be if a friend or s/o would want to go out). However, if one can get past his shyness, he’s a friendly and loyal person who will put his loved ones above himself. He can be diplomatic if need be and if he can push past his anxiety. But despite his desire to avoid confrontation and talk things out instead, he'll fight if it’s truly necessary. Especially if his loved ones are at risk. Despite his demeanor, Gilen can be surprisingly competitive as well, especially if it's something he's good at or known to be good at.
Though, don’t expect him to always be a benevolent person. He can feel negative emotions, be sarcastic, and be all around done with everyone/everything. He tends to throw himself into his work with sharp focus, often working to the point of exhaustion. This probably stemmed from rigorous training he put himself through after he lost his arm. It's buried deep and he hates acknowledging it, but he does have repressed bitterness and anger towards himself and some specific nations (Russia, Germany, etc) for his transformation from one of Europe's strongest superpowers to only representing half of a nation.
If someone’s wronged him or hurt him in the past, don’t expect him to forget or willingly trust them again. If forgiveness is a possibility, it'll be a slow process. It takes him a bit to fully trust someone and to truly be himself around someone because of those past betrayals/losses. In short, he has trust issues. He's hesitant at first because he doesn’t know if he can trust the person. So, he won’t go all out at first and won’t go past his initial quietness with interactions. He'll slowly warm up and eventually open up to them. He also bottles up his anger and any negative emotions, a habit from Prussia's glory days.
At the peak of Prussia’s power, Gilen was an outspoken, authoritative, and confident person. Yet, he could be hard to read, bottled up any emotion he thought made him weak, and held a disregard for others (that is, until Frederick the Great came along). He was only concerned with himself and his nation. However, all of that power and strength depleted once Prussia dissolved and got worse once the 1900's hit and with it World War One and World War Two.
Finally, by the 2000's, he settled into his modern day personality. He’s insecure about his current appearance and personality because of just how much he’s changed throughout his life. He also can’t help but think of himself as lesser/weaker than the other nations. He’s very sentimental and hangs on to his past. So, anniversaries of certain events hit him hard.
Spoken Languages:
English, German, French, Spanish, Italian, Hungarian, Polish, Lithuanian, Latvian, Russian, Ukrainian, Belarusian, Danish, Swedish, Old Prussian, Low Prussian (and the Plautdietsch dialect), German Sign Language, and American Sign Language.
Mental (I'll be sure to research the conditions in order to correctly portray them when they come up in my writing. The only ones I myself have been professionally diagnosed with are generalized anxiety disorder & autism):
SM (selective mutism) (developed during childhood and hardly spoke during childhood as a result, improved slightly as he grew up, but still affects him in modern times)
Autism
PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) (delvoped after World War Two due to Germany's treatment of him along with the general strain World War Two caused him)
GAD (generalized anxiety disorder)
Depression (developed after the establishment of the German Democratic Republic, 1948-1990, it's not as bad as it once was, but still shows itself every now and then in modern times)
Phobias: Aichmophobia (fear of sharp objects) & Phonophobia (fear of loud noises)
Headcanons:
His body's weaker than most nations from Prussia's dissolution, so he has limited energy and sicknesses tend to last longer along with getting sick easier. Injuries also take longer to heal. He gets seasonal allergies as well whenever the seasons change.
In terms of physical abilities, he knows sword-fighting, hand-to-hand combat, and archery. He's surprisingly agile despite his weaker body as well.
His left arm was lost during a battle with 2P Austria somewhere during the peak of Prussia's power. The arm was removed due to wound infection. This was what gave him his aichmophobia, though it's not as severe in modern times. As a result, Gilen developed phantom limb and still has occasional bouts of phantom limb pain in modern day.
After multiple bruisings and even a few arm breaks from the Berlin Wall border guards, Gilen has limited mobility in right arm and can’t use it for as long as he used to or do too much with it otherwise it’ll ache for a while. The same goes for his right shoulder and he can’t rotate his arm all the way around now. He still has some aches and pains if he moves a certain way now or if he moves too fast. He can’t run as far or for too long, either. His arm and shoulder pain always seems to intensify around/on August 13th (when wall construction began) and around/on November 9th (when the wall opened).
April is almost as bad as February, with the Battle of Königsberg/its aftermath (late January 1945 - April 9th 1945) and the Bombing of Königsberg (which gave him phonophobia). Nearly 90% of the city was destroyed, and Gilen was emotionally and physically wrecked for quite a while afterwards, with only 2P Belarus comforting him and taking care of him.
Summer is tied with winter as being Gilen’s least favorite season. The heat causes sensory discomfort and tends to make phantom limb pain worse if/when his prosthetic is off. Plus, he doesn’t get to layer his clothing due to the heat. Some of his scars might end up being more visible with him only wearing short-sleeve shirts or tank tops as well. He also ties his hair either in a long ponytail or in a bun. He gets sunburned really easily, too. He doesn’t go out much at all during it.
He knows sign language (American & German), which he uses when he's in sensory overload, when he's stressed/anxious, or just doesn't have the energy to speak/doesn't feel like speaking.
Due to his autism, he's touch sensitive (especially his scars and the remainder of his left arm) and sound sensitive. Though, he does love having his hair played with.
He can't stand voices being raised at him, likely stemming from Germany's treatment of him during World War Two (resulting in his PTSD among other causes). If a voice is raised at him (regardless if accidentally or intentionally), he'll instinctively cover his ears and shrink back, possibly tearing up as well.
He owns two pets, a raven named Schwartz and a white cat named Aiden.
He can play both the flute (thanks to Frederick the Great) and electric/acoustic guitar. He's rather expert at playing all of them.
His favorite genre of music is 70's/80's rock, first getting into it after returning home after the Berlin Wall was taken down (November 9th 1989). It was very beneficial to his recovery from his time under Russia. In the early 1990's, he got his acoustic guitar and his electric guitar not too long after. Though, he also enjoys 90's grunge music.
Other than his job as representing East Germany and Prussia, Gilen works at a local record store in Berlin.
When it comes to transportation, Gilen most often rides a bike he owns. He also takes public transport from time to time as well.
When it come to romantic relationships, Gilen's a romantic person. He’ll do whatever it takes to make his partner happy, from singing to them/playing his guitars for them or just holding them. He’s a very loving person and hates seeing his loved ones (or anyone) sad since he knows how that feels, so it’s only natural that he’d want to show his partner all of the love possible.
Even though it takes him a bit to get used to physical affection, some of his favorite things to do with a partner are slow-dancing, playing with his partner’s hair, and just relaxing close together while watching a movie or something. The thing he’ll do the most is subtle little touches, like resting his head on their shoulder, touching hands/holding hands, etc. It gives him a sense of security more than anything.
Gilen cannot flirt to save his life. He’s way too shy and awkward if he ever tries. But if he’s flirted with? He’s a blushing mess. But if he’s been with someone for a while, expect little flirt-like remarks every now and then.
Human Name: Gilen Wolfgang Beilschmidt
Gender: Male
Age: 23 (physically)
Birthday: January 18th
Orientation(s): Demisexual & Panromantic
Appearance:
He stands at 5'9" (175 cm) and weighs around 130 pounds (58 kg) with pale skin. His hair is silver which ends at his mid-back and is wavy, soft, and thick. He has blue eyes with have a sunken in look. His face is diamond-shaped. His body type is ectomorph, meaning his body is slender and lean with long arms/legs with some visible muscle. He’s missing his left arm and has a bronze prosthetic arm in place of the real arm that’s fully functional. He also has two tattoos (a sword going down the side of his upper right arm and black eagle wings on his upper back extending from shoulder to shoulder).
His fashion sense consists of dark colors. He wears solid-colored shirts, band shirts, or flannels. As well as leather jackets or hoodies, and jeans with combat boots or converse shoes. His fashion is likely gained from the East German punk movement of the 1970’s/1980's. As for headwear, he norally wears beanies. He’s almost always wearing a silver chain necklace with an Iron Cross pendant, too. He has the tendency to tie his hair into ponytails using ribbons (blue or black) as well.
Scars:
He has a scar on his left cheek in the shape of a slanted line. This was the first scar he ever received.
He has various faded bullet wound scars all over his body.
He has a medium-sized x-shaped scar going over the middle of his chest represents his nation’s dissolution (February 25th 1947).
He has a scar that starts on the right side of his front above his navel, stretching to the middle, representing the Evacuation of East Prussia (January 1945 - March 1945) during World War Two.
He has a medium-sized bullet wound scar which points downward on the left side of his back below his shoulder blade, representing the Battle of Königsberg (January 1945 - April 9th 1945) during World War Two against Russia.
There’s a jagged scar going down his left side representing the Battle of Zorndorf (August 25th 1758) against Russia, which was known as the bloodiest battle of the 18th century.
There are two scars going down his right forearm representing the Battle of Jena-Auerstedt (October 14th 1806) — and its devastating defeat — against France. The scar representing Jena is a bit shorter than the one representing Auerstedt.
Personality:
Gilen’s an introvert who’s compassionate and selfless with a strong sense of maturity, likely due to his past hardships. His social skills sometimes aren’t the best and anxiety tends to take over regarding social things and how others perceive him. He'd much rather stay at home than go out to events (the only exception would be if a friend or s/o would want to go out). However, if one can get past his shyness, he’s a friendly and loyal person who will put his loved ones above himself. He can be diplomatic if need be and if he can push past his anxiety. But despite his desire to avoid confrontation and talk things out instead, he'll fight if it’s truly necessary. Especially if his loved ones are at risk. Despite his demeanor, Gilen can be surprisingly competitive as well, especially if it's something he's good at or known to be good at.
Though, don’t expect him to always be a benevolent person. He can feel negative emotions, be sarcastic, and be all around done with everyone/everything. He tends to throw himself into his work with sharp focus, often working to the point of exhaustion. This probably stemmed from rigorous training he put himself through after he lost his arm. It's buried deep and he hates acknowledging it, but he does have repressed bitterness and anger towards himself and some specific nations (Russia, Germany, etc) for his transformation from one of Europe's strongest superpowers to only representing half of a nation.
If someone’s wronged him or hurt him in the past, don’t expect him to forget or willingly trust them again. If forgiveness is a possibility, it'll be a slow process. It takes him a bit to fully trust someone and to truly be himself around someone because of those past betrayals/losses. In short, he has trust issues. He's hesitant at first because he doesn’t know if he can trust the person. So, he won’t go all out at first and won’t go past his initial quietness with interactions. He'll slowly warm up and eventually open up to them. He also bottles up his anger and any negative emotions, a habit from Prussia's glory days.
At the peak of Prussia’s power, Gilen was an outspoken, authoritative, and confident person. Yet, he could be hard to read, bottled up any emotion he thought made him weak, and held a disregard for others (that is, until Frederick the Great came along). He was only concerned with himself and his nation. However, all of that power and strength depleted once Prussia dissolved and got worse once the 1900's hit and with it World War One and World War Two.
Finally, by the 2000's, he settled into his modern day personality. He’s insecure about his current appearance and personality because of just how much he’s changed throughout his life. He also can’t help but think of himself as lesser/weaker than the other nations. He’s very sentimental and hangs on to his past. So, anniversaries of certain events hit him hard.
Spoken Languages:
English, German, French, Spanish, Italian, Hungarian, Polish, Lithuanian, Latvian, Russian, Ukrainian, Belarusian, Danish, Swedish, Old Prussian, Low Prussian (and the Plautdietsch dialect), German Sign Language, and American Sign Language.
Mental (I'll be sure to research the conditions in order to correctly portray them when they come up in my writing. The only ones I myself have been professionally diagnosed with are generalized anxiety disorder & autism):
SM (selective mutism) (developed during childhood and hardly spoke during childhood as a result, improved slightly as he grew up, but still affects him in modern times)
Autism
PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) (delvoped after World War Two due to Germany's treatment of him along with the general strain World War Two caused him)
GAD (generalized anxiety disorder)
Depression (developed after the establishment of the German Democratic Republic, 1948-1990, it's not as bad as it once was, but still shows itself every now and then in modern times)
Phobias: Aichmophobia (fear of sharp objects) & Phonophobia (fear of loud noises)
Headcanons:
His body's weaker than most nations from Prussia's dissolution, so he has limited energy and sicknesses tend to last longer along with getting sick easier. Injuries also take longer to heal. He gets seasonal allergies as well whenever the seasons change.
In terms of physical abilities, he knows sword-fighting, hand-to-hand combat, and archery. He's surprisingly agile despite his weaker body as well.
His left arm was lost during a battle with 2P Austria somewhere during the peak of Prussia's power. The arm was removed due to wound infection. This was what gave him his aichmophobia, though it's not as severe in modern times. As a result, Gilen developed phantom limb and still has occasional bouts of phantom limb pain in modern day.
After multiple bruisings and even a few arm breaks from the Berlin Wall border guards, Gilen has limited mobility in right arm and can’t use it for as long as he used to or do too much with it otherwise it’ll ache for a while. The same goes for his right shoulder and he can’t rotate his arm all the way around now. He still has some aches and pains if he moves a certain way now or if he moves too fast. He can’t run as far or for too long, either. His arm and shoulder pain always seems to intensify around/on August 13th (when wall construction began) and around/on November 9th (when the wall opened).
April is almost as bad as February, with the Battle of Königsberg/its aftermath (late January 1945 - April 9th 1945) and the Bombing of Königsberg (which gave him phonophobia). Nearly 90% of the city was destroyed, and Gilen was emotionally and physically wrecked for quite a while afterwards, with only 2P Belarus comforting him and taking care of him.
Summer is tied with winter as being Gilen’s least favorite season. The heat causes sensory discomfort and tends to make phantom limb pain worse if/when his prosthetic is off. Plus, he doesn’t get to layer his clothing due to the heat. Some of his scars might end up being more visible with him only wearing short-sleeve shirts or tank tops as well. He also ties his hair either in a long ponytail or in a bun. He gets sunburned really easily, too. He doesn’t go out much at all during it.
He knows sign language (American & German), which he uses when he's in sensory overload, when he's stressed/anxious, or just doesn't have the energy to speak/doesn't feel like speaking.
Due to his autism, he's touch sensitive (especially his scars and the remainder of his left arm) and sound sensitive. Though, he does love having his hair played with.
He can't stand voices being raised at him, likely stemming from Germany's treatment of him during World War Two (resulting in his PTSD among other causes). If a voice is raised at him (regardless if accidentally or intentionally), he'll instinctively cover his ears and shrink back, possibly tearing up as well.
He owns two pets, a raven named Schwartz and a white cat named Aiden.
He can play both the flute (thanks to Frederick the Great) and electric/acoustic guitar. He's rather expert at playing all of them.
His favorite genre of music is 70's/80's rock, first getting into it after returning home after the Berlin Wall was taken down (November 9th 1989). It was very beneficial to his recovery from his time under Russia. In the early 1990's, he got his acoustic guitar and his electric guitar not too long after. Though, he also enjoys 90's grunge music.
Other than his job as representing East Germany and Prussia, Gilen works at a local record store in Berlin.
When it comes to transportation, Gilen most often rides a bike he owns. He also takes public transport from time to time as well.
When it come to romantic relationships, Gilen's a romantic person. He’ll do whatever it takes to make his partner happy, from singing to them/playing his guitars for them or just holding them. He’s a very loving person and hates seeing his loved ones (or anyone) sad since he knows how that feels, so it’s only natural that he’d want to show his partner all of the love possible.
Even though it takes him a bit to get used to physical affection, some of his favorite things to do with a partner are slow-dancing, playing with his partner’s hair, and just relaxing close together while watching a movie or something. The thing he’ll do the most is subtle little touches, like resting his head on their shoulder, touching hands/holding hands, etc. It gives him a sense of security more than anything.
Gilen cannot flirt to save his life. He’s way too shy and awkward if he ever tries. But if he’s flirted with? He’s a blushing mess. But if he’s been with someone for a while, expect little flirt-like remarks every now and then.
Names:
2P Prussia = Gilen
2P Austria = Ryszard
2P Hungary = Júlia
2P Germany = Lutz
Nationverse = Basically childhood friends to enemies to angsty pining to friends again to
High School AU = 100% S-O-F-T. Fluffy pining and mutual crushes. 2P Germany & 2P Hungary shipping them despite them being oblivious to their crushes on each other. Hanging out in the music room and making heart eyes at each other while playing/singing songs together. Have an angsty separation but come back together at high school graduation after-party and have a cute slow-dance. But... they separate again after they find they got accepted to different colleges. They make it work by video-chatting and playing/singing songs to each other. It's dubbed "song-flirting" by 2P Germany & 2P Hungary. They reunite after college and move in together not too long after finally confessing their love for each other. And, yes, they do get married eventually. Everyone cried.
Here are the one-shots. Some are unfinished, while some are finished. They're separated by a horizontal line. All of them except for the last one are set in the high school AU, with the last one being in nationverse. Enjoy~ Comments telling me what you thought about my writing are very much encouraged and appreciated.
Honestly, the sight of Ryszard sitting on the floor with an annoyed pout was the funniest thing Gilen had seen in quite a while. Maybe he didn’t deserve to get shoved off the couch over something so simple as him saying something that irritated Gilen. But there was no malice behind his actions (as always) and Ryszard’s reaction made it all the more hilarious. Gilen wore the proudest smirk ever as he extended his legs to cover the rest of the couch, having no intention of letting Ryszard back on, and rested his cheek against his open palm. It almost as though he was daring him to try. Really, in hindsight, he should’ve thought of a more effective way to keep him off. There was clearly a challenge in his eyes, and knowing Ryszard, Gilen should've known better by now.
Gilen’s gaze followed Ryszard as he got to his feet. He watched as the other stepped closer, a smirk similar to his own now on Ryszard’s face. Gradually, Gilen’s eyes narrowed as Ryszard didn’t stop in his path forward. The smirk dropped a little in suspicion as the other simply stood before him. There was a certain gleam in Ryszard’s eyes Gilen knew all too well — the kind that told him the other was up to something — and could just see the wheels turning in his head. What was he planning to do now? As far as Gilen knew, this couch belonged to him now and him only.
“Hey!” Gilen teasingly snapped as Ryszard climbed back onto the couch. His face grew warm as he positioned himself above him. Gilen pressed his hands against his chest, ready to push him right back on the floor. “What are you doing? Did I say you were allowed back on?”
“I’m afraid I found a loophole in your objection, love.”
Gilen raised an eyebrow. Despite his wary demeanor,one of his hands slowly transferred from Ryszard’s chest to his hair and began to gently thread his fingers through it. The other moved to his back and simply rested on it.
“Oh, really? Why don’t you tell me what it is, then?”
“You said I couldn’t get back on the couch, but neglected to mention anything about getting on you yourself.”
Gilen swore he heard what could only be described as a purr in his voice, which only increased the heat in his face. Well, there went his collected demeanor. Left as quickly as it came.
“O-Oh… That has to be the worst loophole I’ve ever heard.”
Ryszard merely grinned down at him, obviously proud of the reaction he’d brought out. He then shrugged before he nonchalantly replied, “Suit yourself.”
Not giving Gilen a chance to verbalize a witty response, Ryszard wrapped his arms around him and pulled them both into a sitting position. A chuckle could be heard at Gilen’s yelp of surprise. He reached up and placed a hand against Gilen’s cheek, a tender look on his face.
“I’ve never seen a man so beautiful…” His voice was above a whisper as he lightly brushed his thumb over Gilen’s skin.
There Ryszard went and rendered Gilen speechless with a bright red face. He sure had a knack for that even years later.
“Y-You complimenting me like that doesn’t excuse you getting on the couch, you know?” His voice was equally soft. But he didn’t push him away; in fact, Gilen settled his hands right on Ryszard’s shoulders.
Ryszard tilted his head a bit. “Oh? Then please, find it in that golden heart of yours to forgive me.”
“I’ll try to… but that act just might be unforgivable.”
Gilen dared to move his face closer to Ryszard’s, with Ryszard responding by pulling the other closer to him. They simply stayed there in that proximity, bodies nearly touching. Unaware of what each other’s next move could be.
At the sensation of their lips meeting, Gilen’s whole body seemed to fall limp and leaned against Ryszard’s body. He sighed into the kiss, welcoming it. He wrapped
Much to their displeasure, the kiss broke from lack of air and they were left gazing at each other. Eyes drifted around each other’s features. The only sounds were their heavier breathing and thudding heartbeats.
Gilen’s eyes were fixed on the current messiness of Ryszard’s hair at the moment; something he’d grown to love the look of. The way the bangs fell over his forehead and the overall scruffy look. Even if he was normally the cause of it.
Ryszard, meanwhile, had his gaze settled on Gilen’s eyes. They always mesmerized him, even on the day they’d first met. How expressive and just how blue they were. One moment, they could be calm pools of water. The next, raging ocean waves. Always beautiful.
The comfortable silence was broken by Gilen’s hushed voice, “I’m so happy I met you.” He moved his hand from the back of Ryszard’s head to rest against his cheek. “I mean… you were my first real friend. We had some rough times, yes. But look at us now, living in the same house together. How amazing is that?”
A small hum came from Ryszard as he tilted his head into Gilen’s touch, his eyes closed. The sincerity and warmth in the other’s voice was so pure. To think he nearly lost such a gem of a man to some high school rumors. He’d kicked himself who knows how many times now for believing them. It was beyond him what intervention must have occured to bring them back together, but he was overjoyed that it had worked nonetheless.
Ryszard’s eyes opened and he smiled a smile reserved only for Gilen, tender and full of fondness. “Believe me when I say the feeling’s entirely mutual, darling.” He then gave him a quick kiss on the lips… Before doing the same to his forehead, nose, and both cheeks.
“Now you’re just spoiling me,” Gilen playfully grumbled, rolling his eyes. He chuckled as he returned his hand to Ryszard’s hair and resumed playing with it.
He looked so serene, almost angelic. Ryszard couldn’t hold back the adoring smile that crept onto his face as he watched Gilen do his best to keep the dance going in his own endearingly tired way. Gilen’s eyes were closed with his cheek pressed against Ryszard’s chest as the old Disney song continued to play from Ryszard’s phone, which was lying on the coffee table. Ryszard would be lying if he himself wasn’t feeling the same amount of tiredness. After all, they’d spent most the day unpacking and setting up their new home. The essential and smaller things were in their proper places, which left the larger items still in their boxes haphazardly around the house. Though, Gilen had vehemently insisted his guitars be taken out as soon as possible. Of course, they had been, settled on their stands in their room now. But sleep could wait for a little while longer. For now, he intended to keep his focus solely on the man in front of him. That is, if Gilen didn’t fall asleep standing up.
At least the cats — Aiden and Johanna — would be waiting for them upstairs, if they weren’t asleep already.
It was dream-like; how utterly perfect things had turned out for them, despite the rougher parts of their time in high school together. To this day, Ryszard regretted believing those students whom had fabricated the rumors that ultimately broke him and his then-best friend up. He could still picture the shocked and confused expression on Gilen’s face at Ryszard recalled the things the other had allegedly planned to do to him. His tone was like a snake’s fangs, dripping with venom. Then, when Gilen attempted to ask what he was talking about, he’d shoved him back and abruptly left him alone. Their reconciliation at the post-graduation party was one of the greatest days of both of their lives. Well, aside from their first meeting.
Sighing contentedly, he said more to himself than Gilen, “I have no clue as to what or who decided to bless me with a magnificent man such as yourself… Regardless, I’m eternally grateful they gave me another chance to be at your side. I—”
Gilen stirred at his voice and drowsily looked up at him. “Whaddya talking about? I’m still awake, y’know.”
“The absolutely, positively, undoubtedly sublime man known as Gilen Wolfgang Beilschmidt. That was what — or who, to be exact — I was talking about.”
Just as expected, a reddish-pink blush spread across Gilen’s pale cheeks. He chuckled a little with a sheepish smile on his face and avoided the other’s gaze. Even after all of their years together as both friends and lovers, Ryszard’s compliments still had the same effect.
“You know I don’t like it when you describe me all exaggerated like that…”
In response, Ryszard reached over and cupped his cheek, causing Gilen to meet his gaze again.
“I only speak the truth, darling.”
“That’s debatable.”
With an amused smirk, Ryszard ultimately leaned in, his head tilted a bit. The expectant look that formed on Gilen’s face with his blush only darkening was always the cutest thing.
Once their lips touched, Ryszard closed his eyes with Gilen following suit. His hand migrated from Gilen’s cheek to the back of his head, where his fingers tangled in the soft locks. Kissing Gilen was always sweet and gentle; something that took some getting used to as Ryszard sometimes lacked both attributes. But it was something he relished nonetheless. It was like coming home after a long time away, warm and safe. There was no mistaking the sheer love Gilen put into kisses (and everything else he did), with Gilen returning the kiss as well as he could despite his worn out state. It was truly commendable.
As the kiss went on, Gilen moved his hands from Ryszard’s shoulders to wrap his arms around him. He lightly grasped two fistfuls of the back of his shirt. Ryszard tightened his grip around Gilen’s willowy frame in response. Their chests were essentially pressed together, obviously trying to be as close as they could.
Much to Ryszard’s reluctance, the need for air became too apparent to ignore, and he broke the kiss. He pulled away and opened his eyes, with the sight of those beautiful, ocean-blue eyes greeting him. He rested his palms against the sides of Gilen’s face with a warm smile..
The song had long since stopped playing. Neither had really noticed.
“As much as I would love to dance the night away with you, sleep is something we all need.” He saw Gilen smile at the Van Halen reference before he nodded in agreement. Just as he’d intended. “So, let’s get ourselves upstairs.”
Thus, Ryszard smirked before lifting Gilen up into his arms, beginning to carry him bridal style out of the living room.
Gilen quickly wrapped his arms around his neck before looking up at him with a “really?” expression before he rolled his eyes. Despite that, he rested his head against his shoulder, his previous tiredness becoming apparent again with a yawn.
“You know I had to,” was Ryszard’s response as he neared the stairs and began to climb them.
“Shut up and let me sleep.”
“And I love you, too.”
The mere thought of being on a school bus surrounded by other students making enough noise to burst both eardrums was a recipe for multiple debilitating sensory overloads. Anxiety was beginning to bubble up in Gilen’s chest as he approached the bus alongside Ryszard. Júlia was likely somewhere behind them. Lutz was up ahead, talking with his other friends. Taking a deep breath, he fished out his phone from his pocket, pulled his headphones up over his ears, and connected them. Best to enter the bus prepared.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to see Ryszard. Obviously, he’d noticed his anxious state. Ryszard had grown to be quite in tune with Gilen’s anxiety, something Gilen couldn’t thank him enough for.
“You’ll be fine.” His voice was surprisingly gentle. Ryszard then grinned proudly before returning to his usual tone. “Besides, you have me with you! I’ll even let you have the window seat.”
It was truly a heartbreaking sight. Gilen’s tear-streaked face, his breath coming in occasional gasps, and just how tight he held onto Ryszard with his single arm. It was all due to a nightmare, there was no doubt about that. It was a common enough occurrence. But the way Gilen flinched and even moved away from Ryszard when he’d tried to console him at first was… concerning.
With two fingers beneath his chin, Ryszard gently lifted Gilen’s head up so they were looking at each other. Ryszard then cupped his face with both hands and leaned forward until their foreheads touched.
“Sweetheart, I want you to listen to me and listen well, please.” His voice was tender as he brushed his thumbs over Gilen’s cheeks, sweeping tears away. “Whatever your mind made you see and hear isn’t real. None of it is.”
“B-But you… you said you were lying about loving me and you said I was worthless and… and spineless and—“ A sob escaped him at the recollection and tears continued to slide down his cheeks.
Oh, the things the mind can conjure up. I’m so sorry, darling. Every distressed sound that left him struck Ryszard like a slap to the face. He frowned as he drew Gilen against his chest, his head resting on top of his with his arms wrapped protectively around him.
“Shhh, no. No, no, and no,” he murmured as he began to thread his fingers through Gilen’s hair. He felt a hand tightly grip the back of his shirt. “
