back on my usual shit. Tormenting the one I love. A lidl fanfic snippet beneath cut hehehe (a convo between Gilbert and Roderich on the topic of Germany)
[Somewhere in Continental Europe, 1870]
“You can’t be serious about raising him on your own,” Roderich spits acid, “You have no experience or qualifications outside of war, let me do it.”
“If I can manage an army of men, I believe I’m capable of caring for one child.”
“Children are not trained men, Gilbert.”
“You’re the last person I want to be lectured by on this,” Gilbert cuts in and adjusts his position in the chair. “I mean no offence, Roderich, but I rather have Feliciano beneath me than beside me.”
Roderich makes a strangled sound and opens his mouth to retort that Feliciano is perfectly well-adjusted when Gilbert continues.
“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t doubt your efficiency in raising regular children. You could turn a stuttering fool into a credentialed politician and a tone-deaf cripple to the most renowned pianist. You and your country have a culture that mine does not. Your understanding of music is something I couldn’t even dream of achieving, but what you lack is the ability to admire a well-oiled machine. I want Ludwig to not only be a force to be reckoned with within the political spectrum, I also want him unbeatable on the field. I want people terrified at the mere mention he’s coming… And that is nothing you can provide.”
Roderich nearly laughs at Gilbert’s delusion. The nation before him couldn’t seriously believe that Ludwig, a wiry and mutilated little thing, a walking blasphemy against God and Mother Nature herself, covered in sutures and wrapped in bandages that needed to be changed daily, was going to become anything but what he was created of, dead tissue. He searches Gilbert’s face for a trace of self-awareness and is horrified when he doesn’t find it.
“That– Ludwig won’t even survive that long,” Roderich manages to get out, quiet, angry, and small. He can’t help how his voice shakes and rises. He’s furious, but can’t say why, perhaps because he feels bad for the little thing Gilbert has created, so frail yet already carrying the weight of Gilbert’s expectations, he’s angry because he knows better and he doesn’t know how to make Gilbert understand that. “He’s blind and mute; incapable of even feeding or relieving himself despite his age. You haven’t created a machine, you haven’t even created a person, you’ve created a thing whose only purpose is to suffer a slow death.”
Gilbert’s mouth tightens and he drums an impatient finger against the chair’s armrest, “You’re underestimating him.”
“I’m realistic, one of us has to be. That thing is suffering every day,” Roderich begs. “It’s sadistic.”
Gilbert hits the armrest with his fist and Roderich reels back.
“Don’t call him that! He’s not a thing, he’s the future of Europe,” Gilbert sneers at him, all composure finally lost, “You sit here and speak as though he were to die any day now, yet you beg me to resign him to your care?” –Gilbert wrinkles his nose in disdain– “I can see why Feliciano turned out the way he did, you have no perseverance, no dignity or strength, giving Ludwig to you would be to cut his throat. You’ve never struggled in a way that matters, nothing worth having is easily attainable. Ludwig will be great.”
Roderich trembles with withheld fury and he curls his lips to match Gilbert’s crude sneer.
“Fine,” he spits, “If that thing makes it at all.”
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Yall talking bout how the hws nations wouldn't have human friends cuz they'd just keep dying, but have you considered!! Them being a family friend, as in, being friends with a whole family and staying friends with them as generation keep coming and going.
They'd be that weird "aunt"/"uncle" that's always just sorta there and only God knows why they're here but they're fun and love everyone so we'll just keep 'em I guess. They're that distant "family" member that you haven't seen for a long time but they come in and automatically start commenting at "how tall you've gotten!"
Bonus: it's a good way to show how close and connected they are to their people, and how much they care about them.
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