Sorry for not updating much, but that is because I have had so much to do for my fiction writing class that I didn't have time for a while to work on these projects.
The Projects
Title: Deadlines
Fandom: None, original
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Excess use of euphemisms for coffee, a condom wrapper and a flying coffee pot
Summary: Grigori blames the coffee pot for losing track of time doing homework due in a few hours.
Stage: Revision
Title: Pulse
Fandom: None, original
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Moderate to severe gore, disturbing imagery, death, brutal matricide
Summary: Grigori's mother was never proud of him, no matter what he did.
Stage: Revision
Title: Untitled As Of Yet
Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Rating: PG-13 to R
Characters: Hong Kong, England, China, Japan, Canada
Pairings: EnglandxChina
Warnings: Violence, language, WWII, ideologically sensitive material, young!HK, allusions to child-rape
Summary: None yet
Stage: Note Card
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Projects as of January 26th, 2011
What are projects?
My projects, at least that are relevant to this blog, are any piece of writing that I plan to eventually post here and how they are coming along. I will post one of these updates whenever I feel I need to take inventory of the work I've done, so it could be any length of time between postings on these project updates. Once I post a piece however, they will no longer be mentioned in my project lists. They should show up in a directory post that will put up once I have more things here to be read.
I have an idea!
Good! The latest project post is a good place to share your ideas with me! Feel free to comment and we can talk about it!
Various Stages
The Projects
Title: Pulse
Fandom: None, original
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Moderate to severe gore, disturbing imagery, death, brutal matricide
Summary: Grigori's mother was never proud of him, no matter what he did.
Stage: Critique
Title: Untitled As Of Yet
Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Rating: PG-13 to R
Characters: Hong Kong, England, China, Japan, Canada
Pairings: EnglandxChina
Warnings: Violence, language, WWII, ideologically sensitive material, young!HK, allusions to child-rape
Summary: None yet
Stage: Note Card
My projects, at least that are relevant to this blog, are any piece of writing that I plan to eventually post here and how they are coming along. I will post one of these updates whenever I feel I need to take inventory of the work I've done, so it could be any length of time between postings on these project updates. Once I post a piece however, they will no longer be mentioned in my project lists. They should show up in a directory post that will put up once I have more things here to be read.
I have an idea!
Good! The latest project post is a good place to share your ideas with me! Feel free to comment and we can talk about it!
Various Stages
- Vague Concept
- Note Card
- Researching
- Characterization Practice *only for FanFiction*
- Drabbling
- Writing
- Editing
- Critique
- Revision
- Post
The Projects
Title: Pulse
Fandom: None, original
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Moderate to severe gore, disturbing imagery, death, brutal matricide
Summary: Grigori's mother was never proud of him, no matter what he did.
Stage: Critique
Title: Untitled As Of Yet
Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Rating: PG-13 to R
Characters: Hong Kong, England, China, Japan, Canada
Pairings: EnglandxChina
Warnings: Violence, language, WWII, ideologically sensitive material, young!HK, allusions to child-rape
Summary: None yet
Stage: Note Card
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Practice - Possession
Writing Exercise
Title: Possession
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Prussia, England
Pairings: Prussia/England
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Old fic is old, Prussia being creepy, rape-like scenario without any rape, crack ending, drugging, bondage, human names, yaoi, nudity, language use and again, it's old but not too terribly bad. Tagged as a writing exercise.
Summary: Arthur is a gentleman, Gilbert wants to know what else is there, even if he has to do it by force. There is no sex. PG-13 for language and adult situations.
Gilbert always got what he wanted, at least he thought he did. He'd always been amused by Arthur's occult fascinations and the various things he did to try and keep up his "gentleman" image. Tonight, out of boredom, Gilbert wanted to use his "awesome skills" to destroy that image Arther held so dear. Well, not destroy so much, as remove for awhile. He wanted to see what Arthur was really like, on the inside when no one was watching. He wanted to say that the real Arthur belonged to him. That's what Gilbert really desired, to see what was under the mask.
The house was dark where Arthur lived. He had been working late at the office. Gilbert expected that and managed to sneak into the house unnoticed. He hid in the shadows just beyond the front door, waiting for the British man to walk into his trap. It would just be a matter of time until Gilbert could have what he wished for, what he was determined to possess for his own.
The lock clicked, the sign of someone unlocking the door. The Prussian readied himself to spring forth from the dark when the moment came. Arthur slipped through the door into the dark entryway, completely unaware of what was about to happen to him. Locking the door behind him blocked out any light from the street. He didn't seem worried, it was his own house afterall. The lock was clicked into place and that was what he'd been waiting for.
Seemingly out of nowhere, hands grabbed him, one over his mouth, the other hold his arm behind him. He tried to scream, but was muffled through the hand. That hand had held some kind of cloth that was stuffed into Arthur's mouth. It smelled and tasted strange, like it had been soaked in vodka or another clear alcohol. He was beginning to loosen, the alcohol getting into his blood quickly as he was forced to ingest it. His attacker just stood there, holding him in place. With the rag firmly in place, the attacker moved the hand down to Arthur's neck, placing pressure on the main artery. "Shhh..." With the blood temporarily stopped, combined with the alcohol, he was feeling somewhat sleepy. In a minute or so, he was out cold.
"Perfect," Gilbert murmured to himself and carried his unconscious plaything up the stairs to the bedroom. He'd already brought everything he needed for this adventure with him and set it in place in the room. What a surprise Arthur would have when he awoke! Gilbert laid the man on the bed and removed his clothes quickly, because he figured that it wouldn't be too very long before the Brit woke up.
Once the victim was completely in the nude, he proceed to tie each of his limbs to the bed posts. Soon, it would be very soon when the actual fun began, in the meantime, all Prussia could do was wait.
Arthur's eyes cracked open. His had a mild headache and was unsure of himself. It smelled like he was in his own house, his own bedroom even, but something didn't feel right. He could see, but was still too groggy to know what was going on. He tried to sit up, in order to clear his head, but he noticed he couldn't move at all. He tugged on both arms and both legs with no avail. He was tied in place, it seemed. When his eyes finally adjusted, since the lighting was dim, only a few candles burning provided any light, he could tell that he was completely naked, especially since now he was aware of the air being cold against his skin. "What the-?" he began, but then turned his head to see Gilbert standing nearby, fully clothed in his military uniform. "Gilbert? What the hell is going on? Let me up!" Suddenly, seeing the twinkle in his colleague's eye, the British man felt very scared.
With a laugh, "About time you woke up, you lazy fucker." Prussia was excited, very excited, his prey had finally come around. "I'm not going to untie you, Arthur, because then it won't be any fun at all." He saw his toy's eyes widen with shock. "What!" Gilbert laughed again, menacingly.
"I'm here to see what's left of you when your gentleman facade is taken away from you..." He sauntered over to the side of the bed and sat on it. "Ready to play, Arty?" He laughed more when the other man struggled against his bonds to try and get free. "I take that as a yes."
"Are you kidding? Get away from me you, bloody wa-!" He was cut off, a gag shoved into his mouth and tied behind his head by gloved hands. "Nope, those sounds won't do at all, Arty..."
The albino German turned to climb on top of Arthur and straddle him. "Well then, let's get started, ja?"
Tears began welling up in Arthur's eyes, afraid of what would come. Who knew what this deranged man would do to him? Whatever it was, Arthur knew he wasn't going to enjoy it. He knew it was going to be a very long night. However, the first thing that bothered him when he was being straddled was his anger at the arrogance to wear muddy boots on his nice clean bed. This feeling subsided as he realized that soon, these sheets wouldn't be clean any longer, no matter how many times he would wash them.
Gloved hands rested on his chest, rubbing in small circles. "Don't cry, Arty... I won't hurt you... physically..." That didn't make the man feel any better, actually, it caused him to start sobbing. Arthur expected to be slapped for that, but when the stinging sensation didn't come, he was rather confused. Opening his eyes, he saw that Gilbert seemed a bit sad. "Shhh, now, Arty, it's gonna be okay... calm down..." What was this, seemingly genuine concern? Why should he be concerned for Arthur's welfare when he was about to rape him? Sometimes Gilbert made no sense.
Taking the glove off of his right hand, he took the now naked fingers to Arthur's face, wiping away the tears. He couldn't understand why he was crying... Was Arthur afraid of him? He shouldn't be, it wasn't unusual for one lover to tie down the other... but then again, he did scare the hell out of him.
What he said was true, though, he wasn't going hurt him or even rape him for that matter. Currently all he wanted to do was cuddle a little bit. Gilbert leaned over Arthur's chest and laid down on him, snaking his arms around the other's back to hold him. Suddenly, Arthur started trembling. "Don't freak out, it's called a hug... What are you? Kiku? Geez, can't a guy get a hug and cuddle?"
Arthur paused in his struggles. What? He was knocked out, stripped and tied down just so Gilbert could give him a hug and some cuddle time? What the fuck is the matter with that man? He tried to complain through the gag, but couldn't get a sound out. Gilbert just pulled him in tighter. This had to be the weirdest hug in the history of the action. "I love you, Arty..."
Endnotes
I chopped off the horrible second chapter in this publication of it because I never intended to write that chapter anyway. I had merely forgotten to select "complete" the first time around and then I felt obligated when someone went "OMG YAY~ Can haz moar?!"
No, I no longer really find myself amused with this pairing and I wrote this sometime last year, but it was kind of fun to write. This was also written before I knew about the glory that is chloroform. I'm half-tempted to go back in and edit out the alcohol portions to replace it with the proper chemical. XD I fail.
This now considered a writing exercise and was just practice. I hate myself so much. OTL
Title: Possession
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Prussia, England
Pairings: Prussia/England
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Old fic is old, Prussia being creepy, rape-like scenario without any rape, crack ending, drugging, bondage, human names, yaoi, nudity, language use and again, it's old but not too terribly bad. Tagged as a writing exercise.
Summary: Arthur is a gentleman, Gilbert wants to know what else is there, even if he has to do it by force. There is no sex. PG-13 for language and adult situations.
Gilbert always got what he wanted, at least he thought he did. He'd always been amused by Arthur's occult fascinations and the various things he did to try and keep up his "gentleman" image. Tonight, out of boredom, Gilbert wanted to use his "awesome skills" to destroy that image Arther held so dear. Well, not destroy so much, as remove for awhile. He wanted to see what Arthur was really like, on the inside when no one was watching. He wanted to say that the real Arthur belonged to him. That's what Gilbert really desired, to see what was under the mask.
The house was dark where Arthur lived. He had been working late at the office. Gilbert expected that and managed to sneak into the house unnoticed. He hid in the shadows just beyond the front door, waiting for the British man to walk into his trap. It would just be a matter of time until Gilbert could have what he wished for, what he was determined to possess for his own.
The lock clicked, the sign of someone unlocking the door. The Prussian readied himself to spring forth from the dark when the moment came. Arthur slipped through the door into the dark entryway, completely unaware of what was about to happen to him. Locking the door behind him blocked out any light from the street. He didn't seem worried, it was his own house afterall. The lock was clicked into place and that was what he'd been waiting for.
Seemingly out of nowhere, hands grabbed him, one over his mouth, the other hold his arm behind him. He tried to scream, but was muffled through the hand. That hand had held some kind of cloth that was stuffed into Arthur's mouth. It smelled and tasted strange, like it had been soaked in vodka or another clear alcohol. He was beginning to loosen, the alcohol getting into his blood quickly as he was forced to ingest it. His attacker just stood there, holding him in place. With the rag firmly in place, the attacker moved the hand down to Arthur's neck, placing pressure on the main artery. "Shhh..." With the blood temporarily stopped, combined with the alcohol, he was feeling somewhat sleepy. In a minute or so, he was out cold.
"Perfect," Gilbert murmured to himself and carried his unconscious plaything up the stairs to the bedroom. He'd already brought everything he needed for this adventure with him and set it in place in the room. What a surprise Arthur would have when he awoke! Gilbert laid the man on the bed and removed his clothes quickly, because he figured that it wouldn't be too very long before the Brit woke up.
Once the victim was completely in the nude, he proceed to tie each of his limbs to the bed posts. Soon, it would be very soon when the actual fun began, in the meantime, all Prussia could do was wait.
Arthur's eyes cracked open. His had a mild headache and was unsure of himself. It smelled like he was in his own house, his own bedroom even, but something didn't feel right. He could see, but was still too groggy to know what was going on. He tried to sit up, in order to clear his head, but he noticed he couldn't move at all. He tugged on both arms and both legs with no avail. He was tied in place, it seemed. When his eyes finally adjusted, since the lighting was dim, only a few candles burning provided any light, he could tell that he was completely naked, especially since now he was aware of the air being cold against his skin. "What the-?" he began, but then turned his head to see Gilbert standing nearby, fully clothed in his military uniform. "Gilbert? What the hell is going on? Let me up!" Suddenly, seeing the twinkle in his colleague's eye, the British man felt very scared.
With a laugh, "About time you woke up, you lazy fucker." Prussia was excited, very excited, his prey had finally come around. "I'm not going to untie you, Arthur, because then it won't be any fun at all." He saw his toy's eyes widen with shock. "What!" Gilbert laughed again, menacingly.
"I'm here to see what's left of you when your gentleman facade is taken away from you..." He sauntered over to the side of the bed and sat on it. "Ready to play, Arty?" He laughed more when the other man struggled against his bonds to try and get free. "I take that as a yes."
"Are you kidding? Get away from me you, bloody wa-!" He was cut off, a gag shoved into his mouth and tied behind his head by gloved hands. "Nope, those sounds won't do at all, Arty..."
The albino German turned to climb on top of Arthur and straddle him. "Well then, let's get started, ja?"
Tears began welling up in Arthur's eyes, afraid of what would come. Who knew what this deranged man would do to him? Whatever it was, Arthur knew he wasn't going to enjoy it. He knew it was going to be a very long night. However, the first thing that bothered him when he was being straddled was his anger at the arrogance to wear muddy boots on his nice clean bed. This feeling subsided as he realized that soon, these sheets wouldn't be clean any longer, no matter how many times he would wash them.
Gloved hands rested on his chest, rubbing in small circles. "Don't cry, Arty... I won't hurt you... physically..." That didn't make the man feel any better, actually, it caused him to start sobbing. Arthur expected to be slapped for that, but when the stinging sensation didn't come, he was rather confused. Opening his eyes, he saw that Gilbert seemed a bit sad. "Shhh, now, Arty, it's gonna be okay... calm down..." What was this, seemingly genuine concern? Why should he be concerned for Arthur's welfare when he was about to rape him? Sometimes Gilbert made no sense.
Taking the glove off of his right hand, he took the now naked fingers to Arthur's face, wiping away the tears. He couldn't understand why he was crying... Was Arthur afraid of him? He shouldn't be, it wasn't unusual for one lover to tie down the other... but then again, he did scare the hell out of him.
What he said was true, though, he wasn't going hurt him or even rape him for that matter. Currently all he wanted to do was cuddle a little bit. Gilbert leaned over Arthur's chest and laid down on him, snaking his arms around the other's back to hold him. Suddenly, Arthur started trembling. "Don't freak out, it's called a hug... What are you? Kiku? Geez, can't a guy get a hug and cuddle?"
Arthur paused in his struggles. What? He was knocked out, stripped and tied down just so Gilbert could give him a hug and some cuddle time? What the fuck is the matter with that man? He tried to complain through the gag, but couldn't get a sound out. Gilbert just pulled him in tighter. This had to be the weirdest hug in the history of the action. "I love you, Arty..."
Endnotes
I chopped off the horrible second chapter in this publication of it because I never intended to write that chapter anyway. I had merely forgotten to select "complete" the first time around and then I felt obligated when someone went "OMG YAY~ Can haz moar?!"
No, I no longer really find myself amused with this pairing and I wrote this sometime last year, but it was kind of fun to write. This was also written before I knew about the glory that is chloroform. I'm half-tempted to go back in and edit out the alcohol portions to replace it with the proper chemical. XD I fail.
This now considered a writing exercise and was just practice. I hate myself so much. OTL
Light My Heart
Title: Light My Heart
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Russia, Lithuania
Pairings: No real pairings
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Disturbing visual of a human cadaver's heart, creepily calm!Russia, trembly!Lithuania, drabble-length, little to no research, bad Hetalia pun, lack actual names in the fic
Summary: Lithuania finds Russia's new mantelpiece interestingly odd. Based off of this curio: Click
A confused face stared at the mantle above the fireplace, beneath which live heat crackled and danced.
“Sir, I...” the face muttered weakly before a more commanding one cut in.
“Yes, Little One?”
The voice didn't look up from the seemingly ancient manuscript in his lap as he reclined in a chair across the room from the mantle. There was a tiny crackling “slap” sound as a page was turned. It was the only sound save for the fire and the nervous panting of the confused face.
After shifting uncomfortably, the owner of the face finally answered, murdering several moments of silence with a sounded breath.
“Th-thing... sir, on... the m-mantle...” was the shy, frightened stammer. "Little One's" eyes could not tear themselves away from the piece before them.
“Is it not obvious, Little One?” the ever-calm voice of “Sir” responded, a mocking tone somewhat present in the taste of the words.
Obvious? Well, it was obviously not a normal thing one would find on their mantle... or so “Little One” believed as he stared at the box. Curtains framed an object in the middle of the transparent box, seeming to hold its contents gently like an infant. Nestled within these “hands”, light emanated from the object. From the curves of the thing, the fleshy valleys and sinuous mountains, anyone who had gone through a high school science class would know that it was-
“Sir, is that...-”
“A heart,” the deeper, more authoritative voice clarified, “Yes, it is.”
“Little One's” shiver was almost audible as a curious, uncertain hand extended towards the keepsake. He wanted to both touch it and yet run away in fear at such a grotesque curio. Honestly, he wasn't surprised that the object was in his host's possession, but one question still remained.
“Who-” was the quiet whisper, only to be cut off by a more dominant sound.
“Mine.”
Endnotes
I didn't use names in this piece because when I was writing it down, I was writing it in my journal for my fiction writing class and "FanFiction" isn't frequently viewed with any kind of love in Academia. I didn't claim the characters as mine in the journal though, just that these two unnamed characters who are not mine happened to pop in my head when I saw this curio. If you're reading this though, it probably wasn't a stretch of your imagination to figure out who they were anyway. Yay for the common bonds of "fandom."
Also, anyone who understands the pun in the story gets a cookie.... Well, not really unless I know you in real life, then I can give you a cookie. Either way, enjoy the blatantly obvious pun. :3
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Russia, Lithuania
Pairings: No real pairings
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Disturbing visual of a human cadaver's heart, creepily calm!Russia, trembly!Lithuania, drabble-length, little to no research, bad Hetalia pun, lack actual names in the fic
Summary: Lithuania finds Russia's new mantelpiece interestingly odd. Based off of this curio: Click
A confused face stared at the mantle above the fireplace, beneath which live heat crackled and danced.
“Sir, I...” the face muttered weakly before a more commanding one cut in.
“Yes, Little One?”
The voice didn't look up from the seemingly ancient manuscript in his lap as he reclined in a chair across the room from the mantle. There was a tiny crackling “slap” sound as a page was turned. It was the only sound save for the fire and the nervous panting of the confused face.
After shifting uncomfortably, the owner of the face finally answered, murdering several moments of silence with a sounded breath.
“Th-thing... sir, on... the m-mantle...” was the shy, frightened stammer. "Little One's" eyes could not tear themselves away from the piece before them.
“Is it not obvious, Little One?” the ever-calm voice of “Sir” responded, a mocking tone somewhat present in the taste of the words.
Obvious? Well, it was obviously not a normal thing one would find on their mantle... or so “Little One” believed as he stared at the box. Curtains framed an object in the middle of the transparent box, seeming to hold its contents gently like an infant. Nestled within these “hands”, light emanated from the object. From the curves of the thing, the fleshy valleys and sinuous mountains, anyone who had gone through a high school science class would know that it was-
“Sir, is that...-”
“A heart,” the deeper, more authoritative voice clarified, “Yes, it is.”
“Little One's” shiver was almost audible as a curious, uncertain hand extended towards the keepsake. He wanted to both touch it and yet run away in fear at such a grotesque curio. Honestly, he wasn't surprised that the object was in his host's possession, but one question still remained.
“Who-” was the quiet whisper, only to be cut off by a more dominant sound.
“Mine.”
Endnotes
I didn't use names in this piece because when I was writing it down, I was writing it in my journal for my fiction writing class and "FanFiction" isn't frequently viewed with any kind of love in Academia. I didn't claim the characters as mine in the journal though, just that these two unnamed characters who are not mine happened to pop in my head when I saw this curio. If you're reading this though, it probably wasn't a stretch of your imagination to figure out who they were anyway. Yay for the common bonds of "fandom."
Also, anyone who understands the pun in the story gets a cookie.... Well, not really unless I know you in real life, then I can give you a cookie. Either way, enjoy the blatantly obvious pun. :3
Friday, December 24, 2010
Tags
Title: Tags
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Russia, Prussia, Germany, cameos by America and England
Pairings: RussiaxGDR!Prussia
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Innuendo, moderate violence, Prussia's mouth and the excessive use of the word "Ruski", also snatches of Russian and German, lack of human names due to the initial prompt
Summary: Russia decides to put a collar on the GDR when East Germany finally requests to become an official satellite state.
"Care to explain why that is around your throat, Bruder?"
Disapproval. Shame. Confusion. More somewhat deserved disapproval. All of these things were clearly evident in Germany's voice as Prussia... German Democratic Republic was brought before a meeting of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. It was 1975... The German Democratic Republic had just forced another "friendship" treaty on the Soviet Union... and became the monster's latest bride1.
"If you want to be added to the satellite system2 so badly, fine," was Russia's calm response as he sorted through the paperwork on his desk, East Germany standing on the other side, glaring in annoyance.
"It's not that I want to, you bastard, Honecker3 says I have to!" The German crossed his arms defiantly, glaring down his straight nose at the taller being. "If you think the undeniably awesome me enjoys this, Ruski, you are sorely mistaken!"
There was an annoyed sigh and a pen was all but slammed down onto the top of the desk. "East, if you're going to do this, da," came the not too terribly happy voice, "There are some stipulations."
An arrogant snort accompanied the response, "Pffft, right, Ruski... Like what? The totally awesomeness that is Prussia should not have to change a thing." Ever arrogant, East Germany still refused to accept his more modern name even when his boss embraced it like it was God. He wasn't entirely prepared for his host's next move.
The much taller man pulled open a drawer on the desk after setting his army of papers aside. East Germany could only stare as he watched Russia rummage through the unknown myriad of objects nestled within the drawer. Pretty soon though, his hand reappeared with a rather flat, thin box that looked like it could hold a disc of some kind, like a small dining plate. "First, you're going to have to act like a satellite, da," was the chillingly calm response as deft fingers flipped open the lid for the German to see what was nestled inside. "I anticipated for some time now that... you'd come to me with this request... so I had this prepared for just such an occasion, кролик мой4..."
"It's a totally awesome fashion accessory emphasizing my superiority as a full-fledged communist state!" the pale East German retorted to his younger, Western brother, looking very undignified. His fists balled together in frustration as his knees closed in on each other like a bratty child about to throw a fit. "It's totally awesome, West!" he insisted as Russia stood a few steps behind him, looking thoroughly amused by the defiant behavior.
"East, you look like a bitch," was West Germany's not-so-gentle way of wording it as he glared at the leather collar strapped around his brother's throat... It wasn't any collar. It was a dog collar... for a pet. There was even a name tag on it. On the top line, it read "кролик" while the second line read "из Pоссии5." Even though, West Germany could not actually read it, per se, he had an idea of what it meant... especially since Russia was involved and smiling away as though it was always his birthday... and Prussia was his present.
"I DO NOT!" The rage in East Germany's voice was ridiculously evident at this point as the older, yet shorter of the two started to stride over to his brother with the intent to strangle him silly... only stopped by Russia's firm grasp on the back of that collar. "Stop, little one, no need for this, da," he said, tone ever calm. Prussia continued to struggle a tiny bit before calming down and shrugging out of the larger man's grasp.
England stood up and sighed, his teacup clicking loudly against the table when he set it down in the sudden silence of the room. "Russia, what are you even doing here? You know this alliance was made to stop you6 from taking over the world, right?"
A childishly happy face giggled in response to the pointed question, "Of course I know, Comrade~ That is exactly why I've brought little East here, da~"
America shifted uncomfortably on the other side of the room next to England before muttering something in the British man's ear. After a moment of listening, England picked up his teacup and looked like he was going to take a drink, only to set it down again and sigh. "What does that have to do with anything, Soviet?" he asked, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
Said uninvited guest brought his hand to his mouth, horribly masking another giggle that was creepily innocent in tone. "Well, little East has finally become one, da," he said, absolutely beaming before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the documentation that made the German Democratic Republic an official Soviet satellite state. "He's mine now, da, and there is nothing you capital-.... you people can do about it," he explained, holding the paperwork up before slipping a transparent copy of it under the newfangled projector machine.
East Germany crossed his arms, blushing furiously at this entire thing. He hated this. Sure, Honecker would be so proud that they had finally joined the Soviet Union officially, but Prussia was not happy in the slightest. He'd have been able to tolerate it more if Russia hadn't been so determined to show him off to the rest of the world as some sort of prize or trophy.... especially with this stupid collar strapped around his throat... replacing the Teutonic cross that he used to wear.
"I can't believe you, Bruder," West Germany growled, looking none-too-pleased with this situation as he made sure to stand far away from said brother. If they were within reach, they'd have probably been strangling each other.
Russia happily slipped an arm around East Germany's middle, pulling him in as he pointed out some of the finer points of the documentation to the audience of anti-communist countries. The irony was not lost on him and he'd laugh about it later when he'd had something... no, several somethings to drink. The pale German squirmed some but did not struggle, it wasn't like he could escape anyway. He glared ballistic missiles at his blond baby brother, who shot them right back.
"West! It's not like I wanted this!" he protested, only to receive a tighter squeeze around his midsection and kiss to his temple as "punishment".
"Of course you did, da, your boss just wanted to make you happy~"
If the elder of the German brothers had the will left in him, he'd have turned and elbowed that "Soviet bastard right in that big-ass nose". Unfortunately though... East Germany was not as strong as he used to be... not with Russia constantly looking over his shoulder to see what he was doing. "Bastard..." he muttered weakly, almost going limp in the taller man's grasp with a defeated sigh.
Every time he moved... the tag jingled a bit, only adding to his disgrace.
"You fucking Soviet bastard!" There was a loud thump against a heavy wood door, like the pounding of a very angry, insistent fist. "Open this fucking door right now!" There wasn't a peep heard from the other side. It was so quiet in there... The pounding fists slowed down as the heavily accented voice became much more desperate. "Please, Russia, open the door! W-west is here!"
"Hey! Ruski!" East Germany shouted as he walked into the elder man's office. This was a normal occurrence. Usually, this was when Russia would put his paperwork down and smile before pulling East into his lap for a hug, one hand toying with the tag on the German's collar. Not today...
"Hey! The awesomeness that is me is talking to you!" East Germany put his hands on his hips as he stood in front of Russia's paper-covered desk. There were more papers there than East had ever seen as Russia practically slaved over them. There was still no response as the taller man continued to work diligently, groaning and sighing periodically as though he didn't even notice the German.
East glared and crossed his arms, rapidly losing his patience. He was not used to being ignored and anything other than the center of attention. Ever since he'd "become one", he had gotten to be very spoiled by the Russian7, receiving attention and affection whenever he wanted it. It helped him warm up to the Soviet rather quickly.
With a theatrical sigh that would make the biggest divas cry in their inadequacy, East tapped the desk in annoyance. "Oi, Ruski. I'm talking to you... Pay attention to the awesome me!" the silver-haired man demanded with an adorably pouting frown. The only response was Russia looking up from his papers for a second, face completely blank like a robot before gazing back at the work to continue what he had been doing. Maybe there was a hint of fear in those cold eyes, maybe just a hint8.
There was a hurricane of documents in the room before they fluttered to the floor softly like dry leaves in the fall. Russia stared at his suddenly barren desk in confusion before a certain German crawled onto it, smirking like a kitten that had just blatantly misbehaved. "East, what are you-" an almost robotic voice began, only to be silenced by a sharp tug on the front of his jacket as a dog tag jingled.
East Germany gave the front of the coat another tug, freeing the clasps. Red eyes sparkled as their owner pulled himself onto the taller man's lap. "What's it look like, you dumb Ruski~?" the German's harsh voice teased, "You're about to get epically laid by the fucking awesomeness of Prussia!9"
A once confused expression turned to an irritated one as a hand gripped the leather collar around East Germany's throat. "Hет10." The next thing East Germany knew, he was in the hallway with a heavy oak door slammed in his face. The pale German could only stare at the closed door in indignant awe. Russia had never refused him before! Something was wrong here...
Russia hadn't quite been himself at all lately. He'd become much quieter and was more prone to isolating himself from the others in his home. He was also starting to look much thinner than he was before. No matter what East Germany, the Baltics, or his sisters did... Russia just wasn't eating. It was as though he had lost all enjoyment for the things he used to love doing and everyone was starting to notice11.
East couldn't help but be scared today.
He didn't know what was going on with Russia as far as the politics and the like went, but he knew that taller man was not around as much anymore... Normally, East would have just been bored, but it wasn't like this time.
This time... the consequences where much more serious. A heavy hand... an angry hand, landed on East Germany's shoulder and squeezed.
"Bruder..." a clearly enraged, yet... restrained voice addressed him and pulled on the elder German's shoulder. "Enough, you're coming home. Now!12"
There was more banging on the door and scratching as well, leaving bloodied marks where nail and flesh had torn trying to get in. "Russia! Help, you bastard!"
Restraint left the younger German as he tossed his weakened, dependent sibling to the ground with a strong shove. East Germany squeaked some at hitting the richly carpeted floor, silvery hair shaken up and hanging in his face. "I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE!" he cried out, looking up at his brother with begging... pleading eyes like an innocent animal.
All of his protests only earned a kick to the stomach, stunning East Germany long enough for the Western counterpart to land an equal blow to his face. "You are coming home once and for all, Brüderlein13," the younger man spat as his brother placed a shaking hand over his split open cheek, blood starting to seep through his fingers like a thin slime, "Regardless of the cost."
West Germany glared down at the smaller man, feeling all sorts of hateful emotions towards him. "I'm ashamed of you, being that communist bastard's pet all of these years," he growled, roughly toeing the pale being on the floor over to lie him on his back, "You're pathetic. You're not even German anymore." Those boot-covered toes moved over, pressing down on East Germany's vulnerable throat. The elder brother immediately began gasping for air as the windpipe was forced almost closed. "I will erase all of this," a gloved hand gestured at the finely decorated hallway and pointed accusingly at the door to Russia's office, "From you."
The heavy door opened... just a crack at first as West Germany was trying to force his brother down the stairs with another well-aimed kick to roll him down the steps like a corpse. The blonde, whose slicked back hair was beginning to fray paused, looked back at the door, still snarling angrily. The crack had grown into its full cavernous potential, a tall shadow lurking within.
East Germany began to feel relieved as the boot was pulled from his throat, leaving him coughing and spitting out blood onto the carpet. Russia was there... he'd save him now, right? He'd save East Germany from his own brother. "P-please..." he gasped, holding his throat weakly as blood still dripped from his mouth.
No, there was no salvation for East Germany. Russia stood there, silently watching with no expression on his face other than one might call... haunted. He observed as West bent down, ripping the leather collar from his brother's throat with a grunt. The thoroughly beaten man on the ground began to panic once he realized no one would save him.
Metal tags jingled as they hit the ground at Russia's feet, their leather strap broken and tattered. Another plea could be heard right before something of a decent size could be heard rolling down the stairs, screaming until whatever it was stopped at the bottom. Purple eyes only stared at the red spots staining the shiny tags14.
Footnotes
1. There were several "friendship" treaties that the GDR forced upon the USSR. The last one was in 1975 and essentially married the two states together.
2. The GDR was the last state added to the Soviet Satellite system, partially because other satellites like Poland and Czechoslovakia still saw the East Germans as the Nazis that had previously invaded and tortured their people.
3. Honecker = referring to Erich Honecker, who was one of the former leaders of the German Democratic Republic from the mid-60's to the late 70's. He stressed absolute loyalty and submission to the Soviet Union. He bothered the USSR over many years demanding official, guaranteed protection and attention from its parent state.
4. кролик мой = "my bunny" affectionately in Russian, from my minimal, pre-university knowledge.
5. из pоссии = "of Russia
6. The North Atlantic Treaty Alliance or NATO was formed to prevent Soviet influence from spreading.
7. The USSR doted on one of its more crucial... or at least, prestigious satellite states. It didn't last very long, but the two states did all sorts of favors for each other. Specifically, the GDR helped in rearmament for the Soviet Union.
8. In the 1969, the USSR began to fear being outflanked by a possible alliance formed with the NATO countries and communist China. This caused them to begin to pull back from their satellite states in the late 70's. The growing problem of the Cold War and possible nuclear warfare further drove a wedge in the relationship.
9. East Germany still pursued relations with the USSR, even when they started to pull away. Honecker even stated that his foremost foreign policy goal was "the strengthening of bilateral ties between the two states." How much more obsessive can you get?
10. Hет = No. As the USSR pulled away, it left its satellites to their own devices which... partially at least, eventually lead to the entire Soviet structure falling apart.
11. More references to the USSR's pullback and the stress Russia himself might have felt. If you thought you were going to wake up with a mushroom cloud for a house, you'd be stressed too.
12. The reunification between West Germany and East Germany happened at a rapid-fire pace that was very painful for the East Germans. The West Germans treated them as second-class citizens and all but erased their culture and history from record. Where East Germans were quiet, hard-working and had progressive views on equality in the work place, the West Germans were loud, boisterous, proud, relatively sexist and easily overwhelmed the more gentle culture. "Goodbye, Lenin" is a good example of the this "nostalgia" feeling... jokingly called "Ostalgie" for the German word for "east".
13. Brüderlein = Brother dear, dearest brother, beloved brother, etc.
14. The USSR, which eventually became the Russian Federation, did absolutely nothing as West Germany "reunified" ( read: hostile cultural takeover ) with East. They just watched as their ally was all but torn apart by their sibling state.
Finally, a vast amount of information was taken from the following sources, cited in MLA format. They are both very long and very meaty, so only read if you wish, but I recommend them to anyone who enjoys RusPru. If you look at the access dates, yes, yes, I did have them on hand for awhile before writing this... for no particular reason...
Also this fic was written next to irrelevant of the status of the Kaliningrad Oblast, which was officially added to Russia's landmass in 1946 after World War II and remains in the control of the Russian Federation to this day.
Bibliography
Cordell, Karl. "Soviet Attitudes Toward the German Democratic Republic." Political Quarterly 61: 3 (1990): 285-298. EBSCOHost Humanities International Complete. Web. 12 Oct. 2010.
Johnson, Erin. "East German Nostalgia after the Fall of the Berlin Wall." Confluence: The Journal of Graduate Liberal Studies 15:1 (2009): 126-143. EBSCOHost Humanities International Complete. Web. 12 Oct. 2010.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Russia, Prussia, Germany, cameos by America and England
Pairings: RussiaxGDR!Prussia
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Innuendo, moderate violence, Prussia's mouth and the excessive use of the word "Ruski", also snatches of Russian and German, lack of human names due to the initial prompt
Summary: Russia decides to put a collar on the GDR when East Germany finally requests to become an official satellite state.
"Care to explain why that is around your throat, Bruder?"
Disapproval. Shame. Confusion. More somewhat deserved disapproval. All of these things were clearly evident in Germany's voice as Prussia... German Democratic Republic was brought before a meeting of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. It was 1975... The German Democratic Republic had just forced another "friendship" treaty on the Soviet Union... and became the monster's latest bride1.
"If you want to be added to the satellite system2 so badly, fine," was Russia's calm response as he sorted through the paperwork on his desk, East Germany standing on the other side, glaring in annoyance.
"It's not that I want to, you bastard, Honecker3 says I have to!" The German crossed his arms defiantly, glaring down his straight nose at the taller being. "If you think the undeniably awesome me enjoys this, Ruski, you are sorely mistaken!"
There was an annoyed sigh and a pen was all but slammed down onto the top of the desk. "East, if you're going to do this, da," came the not too terribly happy voice, "There are some stipulations."
An arrogant snort accompanied the response, "Pffft, right, Ruski... Like what? The totally awesomeness that is Prussia should not have to change a thing." Ever arrogant, East Germany still refused to accept his more modern name even when his boss embraced it like it was God. He wasn't entirely prepared for his host's next move.
The much taller man pulled open a drawer on the desk after setting his army of papers aside. East Germany could only stare as he watched Russia rummage through the unknown myriad of objects nestled within the drawer. Pretty soon though, his hand reappeared with a rather flat, thin box that looked like it could hold a disc of some kind, like a small dining plate. "First, you're going to have to act like a satellite, da," was the chillingly calm response as deft fingers flipped open the lid for the German to see what was nestled inside. "I anticipated for some time now that... you'd come to me with this request... so I had this prepared for just such an occasion, кролик мой4..."
"It's a totally awesome fashion accessory emphasizing my superiority as a full-fledged communist state!" the pale East German retorted to his younger, Western brother, looking very undignified. His fists balled together in frustration as his knees closed in on each other like a bratty child about to throw a fit. "It's totally awesome, West!" he insisted as Russia stood a few steps behind him, looking thoroughly amused by the defiant behavior.
"East, you look like a bitch," was West Germany's not-so-gentle way of wording it as he glared at the leather collar strapped around his brother's throat... It wasn't any collar. It was a dog collar... for a pet. There was even a name tag on it. On the top line, it read "кролик" while the second line read "из Pоссии5." Even though, West Germany could not actually read it, per se, he had an idea of what it meant... especially since Russia was involved and smiling away as though it was always his birthday... and Prussia was his present.
"I DO NOT!" The rage in East Germany's voice was ridiculously evident at this point as the older, yet shorter of the two started to stride over to his brother with the intent to strangle him silly... only stopped by Russia's firm grasp on the back of that collar. "Stop, little one, no need for this, da," he said, tone ever calm. Prussia continued to struggle a tiny bit before calming down and shrugging out of the larger man's grasp.
England stood up and sighed, his teacup clicking loudly against the table when he set it down in the sudden silence of the room. "Russia, what are you even doing here? You know this alliance was made to stop you6 from taking over the world, right?"
A childishly happy face giggled in response to the pointed question, "Of course I know, Comrade~ That is exactly why I've brought little East here, da~"
America shifted uncomfortably on the other side of the room next to England before muttering something in the British man's ear. After a moment of listening, England picked up his teacup and looked like he was going to take a drink, only to set it down again and sigh. "What does that have to do with anything, Soviet?" he asked, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
Said uninvited guest brought his hand to his mouth, horribly masking another giggle that was creepily innocent in tone. "Well, little East has finally become one, da," he said, absolutely beaming before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the documentation that made the German Democratic Republic an official Soviet satellite state. "He's mine now, da, and there is nothing you capital-.... you people can do about it," he explained, holding the paperwork up before slipping a transparent copy of it under the newfangled projector machine.
East Germany crossed his arms, blushing furiously at this entire thing. He hated this. Sure, Honecker would be so proud that they had finally joined the Soviet Union officially, but Prussia was not happy in the slightest. He'd have been able to tolerate it more if Russia hadn't been so determined to show him off to the rest of the world as some sort of prize or trophy.... especially with this stupid collar strapped around his throat... replacing the Teutonic cross that he used to wear.
"I can't believe you, Bruder," West Germany growled, looking none-too-pleased with this situation as he made sure to stand far away from said brother. If they were within reach, they'd have probably been strangling each other.
Russia happily slipped an arm around East Germany's middle, pulling him in as he pointed out some of the finer points of the documentation to the audience of anti-communist countries. The irony was not lost on him and he'd laugh about it later when he'd had something... no, several somethings to drink. The pale German squirmed some but did not struggle, it wasn't like he could escape anyway. He glared ballistic missiles at his blond baby brother, who shot them right back.
"West! It's not like I wanted this!" he protested, only to receive a tighter squeeze around his midsection and kiss to his temple as "punishment".
"Of course you did, da, your boss just wanted to make you happy~"
If the elder of the German brothers had the will left in him, he'd have turned and elbowed that "Soviet bastard right in that big-ass nose". Unfortunately though... East Germany was not as strong as he used to be... not with Russia constantly looking over his shoulder to see what he was doing. "Bastard..." he muttered weakly, almost going limp in the taller man's grasp with a defeated sigh.
Every time he moved... the tag jingled a bit, only adding to his disgrace.
"You fucking Soviet bastard!" There was a loud thump against a heavy wood door, like the pounding of a very angry, insistent fist. "Open this fucking door right now!" There wasn't a peep heard from the other side. It was so quiet in there... The pounding fists slowed down as the heavily accented voice became much more desperate. "Please, Russia, open the door! W-west is here!"
"Hey! Ruski!" East Germany shouted as he walked into the elder man's office. This was a normal occurrence. Usually, this was when Russia would put his paperwork down and smile before pulling East into his lap for a hug, one hand toying with the tag on the German's collar. Not today...
"Hey! The awesomeness that is me is talking to you!" East Germany put his hands on his hips as he stood in front of Russia's paper-covered desk. There were more papers there than East had ever seen as Russia practically slaved over them. There was still no response as the taller man continued to work diligently, groaning and sighing periodically as though he didn't even notice the German.
East glared and crossed his arms, rapidly losing his patience. He was not used to being ignored and anything other than the center of attention. Ever since he'd "become one", he had gotten to be very spoiled by the Russian7, receiving attention and affection whenever he wanted it. It helped him warm up to the Soviet rather quickly.
With a theatrical sigh that would make the biggest divas cry in their inadequacy, East tapped the desk in annoyance. "Oi, Ruski. I'm talking to you... Pay attention to the awesome me!" the silver-haired man demanded with an adorably pouting frown. The only response was Russia looking up from his papers for a second, face completely blank like a robot before gazing back at the work to continue what he had been doing. Maybe there was a hint of fear in those cold eyes, maybe just a hint8.
There was a hurricane of documents in the room before they fluttered to the floor softly like dry leaves in the fall. Russia stared at his suddenly barren desk in confusion before a certain German crawled onto it, smirking like a kitten that had just blatantly misbehaved. "East, what are you-" an almost robotic voice began, only to be silenced by a sharp tug on the front of his jacket as a dog tag jingled.
East Germany gave the front of the coat another tug, freeing the clasps. Red eyes sparkled as their owner pulled himself onto the taller man's lap. "What's it look like, you dumb Ruski~?" the German's harsh voice teased, "You're about to get epically laid by the fucking awesomeness of Prussia!9"
A once confused expression turned to an irritated one as a hand gripped the leather collar around East Germany's throat. "Hет10." The next thing East Germany knew, he was in the hallway with a heavy oak door slammed in his face. The pale German could only stare at the closed door in indignant awe. Russia had never refused him before! Something was wrong here...
Russia hadn't quite been himself at all lately. He'd become much quieter and was more prone to isolating himself from the others in his home. He was also starting to look much thinner than he was before. No matter what East Germany, the Baltics, or his sisters did... Russia just wasn't eating. It was as though he had lost all enjoyment for the things he used to love doing and everyone was starting to notice11.
East couldn't help but be scared today.
He didn't know what was going on with Russia as far as the politics and the like went, but he knew that taller man was not around as much anymore... Normally, East would have just been bored, but it wasn't like this time.
This time... the consequences where much more serious. A heavy hand... an angry hand, landed on East Germany's shoulder and squeezed.
"Bruder..." a clearly enraged, yet... restrained voice addressed him and pulled on the elder German's shoulder. "Enough, you're coming home. Now!12"
There was more banging on the door and scratching as well, leaving bloodied marks where nail and flesh had torn trying to get in. "Russia! Help, you bastard!"
Restraint left the younger German as he tossed his weakened, dependent sibling to the ground with a strong shove. East Germany squeaked some at hitting the richly carpeted floor, silvery hair shaken up and hanging in his face. "I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE!" he cried out, looking up at his brother with begging... pleading eyes like an innocent animal.
All of his protests only earned a kick to the stomach, stunning East Germany long enough for the Western counterpart to land an equal blow to his face. "You are coming home once and for all, Brüderlein13," the younger man spat as his brother placed a shaking hand over his split open cheek, blood starting to seep through his fingers like a thin slime, "Regardless of the cost."
West Germany glared down at the smaller man, feeling all sorts of hateful emotions towards him. "I'm ashamed of you, being that communist bastard's pet all of these years," he growled, roughly toeing the pale being on the floor over to lie him on his back, "You're pathetic. You're not even German anymore." Those boot-covered toes moved over, pressing down on East Germany's vulnerable throat. The elder brother immediately began gasping for air as the windpipe was forced almost closed. "I will erase all of this," a gloved hand gestured at the finely decorated hallway and pointed accusingly at the door to Russia's office, "From you."
The heavy door opened... just a crack at first as West Germany was trying to force his brother down the stairs with another well-aimed kick to roll him down the steps like a corpse. The blonde, whose slicked back hair was beginning to fray paused, looked back at the door, still snarling angrily. The crack had grown into its full cavernous potential, a tall shadow lurking within.
East Germany began to feel relieved as the boot was pulled from his throat, leaving him coughing and spitting out blood onto the carpet. Russia was there... he'd save him now, right? He'd save East Germany from his own brother. "P-please..." he gasped, holding his throat weakly as blood still dripped from his mouth.
No, there was no salvation for East Germany. Russia stood there, silently watching with no expression on his face other than one might call... haunted. He observed as West bent down, ripping the leather collar from his brother's throat with a grunt. The thoroughly beaten man on the ground began to panic once he realized no one would save him.
Metal tags jingled as they hit the ground at Russia's feet, their leather strap broken and tattered. Another plea could be heard right before something of a decent size could be heard rolling down the stairs, screaming until whatever it was stopped at the bottom. Purple eyes only stared at the red spots staining the shiny tags14.
Footnotes
1. There were several "friendship" treaties that the GDR forced upon the USSR. The last one was in 1975 and essentially married the two states together.
2. The GDR was the last state added to the Soviet Satellite system, partially because other satellites like Poland and Czechoslovakia still saw the East Germans as the Nazis that had previously invaded and tortured their people.
3. Honecker = referring to Erich Honecker, who was one of the former leaders of the German Democratic Republic from the mid-60's to the late 70's. He stressed absolute loyalty and submission to the Soviet Union. He bothered the USSR over many years demanding official, guaranteed protection and attention from its parent state.
4. кролик мой = "my bunny" affectionately in Russian, from my minimal, pre-university knowledge.
5. из pоссии = "of Russia
6. The North Atlantic Treaty Alliance or NATO was formed to prevent Soviet influence from spreading.
7. The USSR doted on one of its more crucial... or at least, prestigious satellite states. It didn't last very long, but the two states did all sorts of favors for each other. Specifically, the GDR helped in rearmament for the Soviet Union.
8. In the 1969, the USSR began to fear being outflanked by a possible alliance formed with the NATO countries and communist China. This caused them to begin to pull back from their satellite states in the late 70's. The growing problem of the Cold War and possible nuclear warfare further drove a wedge in the relationship.
9. East Germany still pursued relations with the USSR, even when they started to pull away. Honecker even stated that his foremost foreign policy goal was "the strengthening of bilateral ties between the two states." How much more obsessive can you get?
10. Hет = No. As the USSR pulled away, it left its satellites to their own devices which... partially at least, eventually lead to the entire Soviet structure falling apart.
11. More references to the USSR's pullback and the stress Russia himself might have felt. If you thought you were going to wake up with a mushroom cloud for a house, you'd be stressed too.
12. The reunification between West Germany and East Germany happened at a rapid-fire pace that was very painful for the East Germans. The West Germans treated them as second-class citizens and all but erased their culture and history from record. Where East Germans were quiet, hard-working and had progressive views on equality in the work place, the West Germans were loud, boisterous, proud, relatively sexist and easily overwhelmed the more gentle culture. "Goodbye, Lenin" is a good example of the this "nostalgia" feeling... jokingly called "Ostalgie" for the German word for "east".
13. Brüderlein = Brother dear, dearest brother, beloved brother, etc.
14. The USSR, which eventually became the Russian Federation, did absolutely nothing as West Germany "reunified" ( read: hostile cultural takeover ) with East. They just watched as their ally was all but torn apart by their sibling state.
Finally, a vast amount of information was taken from the following sources, cited in MLA format. They are both very long and very meaty, so only read if you wish, but I recommend them to anyone who enjoys RusPru. If you look at the access dates, yes, yes, I did have them on hand for awhile before writing this... for no particular reason...
Also this fic was written next to irrelevant of the status of the Kaliningrad Oblast, which was officially added to Russia's landmass in 1946 after World War II and remains in the control of the Russian Federation to this day.
Bibliography
Cordell, Karl. "Soviet Attitudes Toward the German Democratic Republic." Political Quarterly 61: 3 (1990): 285-298. EBSCOHost Humanities International Complete. Web. 12 Oct. 2010.
Johnson, Erin. "East German Nostalgia after the Fall of the Berlin Wall." Confluence: The Journal of Graduate Liberal Studies 15:1 (2009): 126-143. EBSCOHost Humanities International Complete. Web. 12 Oct. 2010.
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