#germania memorial

[postcard-from-the-past]

Germania Memorial in Neustadt an der Weinstraße in Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany

German vintage postcard

#carte postale #ephemera #vintage #rhineland #postcard #postkaart #der #old #germania memorial #neustadt #photography #historic #photo #memorial #germania #postal #palatinate #briefkaart #ansichtskarte #rhineland-palatinate #tarjeta #postkarte #weinstrae #german #sepia #germany

[stirringwinds]

Do u have any headcanons about Rome or the other ancients

i do! here are some of them:

Rome is the Italybros' father, not their grandfather. Children are sometimes bittersweet omens for nations; your beginning is a harbinger of someone else's end.

When he was still a republic, the Battle of Cannae during the Punic Wars against Carthage was the moment Rome most feared dying for real. As the Carthaginian general Hannibal proclaimed; "I swear to arrest the destiny of Rome with fire and steel"—that put some real fear into young Rome's heart.

Persia (aka the Achaemenid Empire) is at least 3,000 years old—they and modern Iran are the same person. Another ye olde helltalia, like China.

Germania's real name is not Germania: he is one of the many Germanic nations that existed; as historically, Tacitus' concept of "Germania" is more of a Roman construction—they didn't see themselves as a single unified "Germanic" cultural or political entity. So, Tacitus' Germania? Much like Herodotus: father of history, father of lies, perhaps...

Yao's earliest memory is of walking along the Yellow River. It's one thing he has in common with many other ancient nations; rivers feature heavily in their earliest sense of being: Rome (the Tiber), Sumer (the Tigris and the Euphrates), Ancient Egypt (the Nile) and Olmec (the Coatzacoalcos, in modern Mexico) being some examples. Yao thinks of the Yellow River as being both life and death; the fertile silt on the banks that would be the lifeblood of his civilisation, but also the source of devastating floods throughout his history.

Yao rather respected Rome, Persia/Iran and India a lot more than his other neighbours; Rome being called da qin（大秦）or "great qin". Almost a sort of "oh, there's another empire at the opposite end of the (then) known world just like me." Bit of a difference from how at various points, Yong-soo and Kiku got much less flattering names. Today, many things have crumbled under the sword of time, but there's still Roman glassware he has from that long-gone time of the Silk Road that linked Rome and China—as well as all the other cultures in between—together.

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hws rome #hws china #hws carthage #hws iran #hws persia #hws germania #hws india #hws ancient egypt #hws olmec #hws sumer

[apersonwholikeslotus]

This is technically from a wip game i was tagged in months ago but I feel like talking about wip's so (im not doing the tag part i just left the rules so y'all know whats up)

Rules: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

The Bookseller & The Florist - The NedAme fic i've been posting, title is pretty explanatory even if you haven't been reading it.

The Ex - a week or so after Icelands birthday they're throwing a pseudo party for him in Dublin. Feat. Romano going "????" bc him and Norway are absolute opposites but Ire used to date Nor? and is now dating him?

Memories - A Spain fic that exists as two paragraphs and a very vague idea, i want to write for it i just don't know,,, how,,,,?

After the Fall - Germania and family finally heading back North after Odoacer overthrew Romulus Augustus, mostly family centered fluff/some internal-ish angst on Germania's part. (nightmares that he won't talk about, and leave him feeling isolated)

Natalya in Constantinople - title is a placeholder that's a joke off Emily in Paris. Belarus living in Constantinople before it falls, a lot of character/family tree building, less actual story if that makes sense.

Sons of Henrik - Early viking age, All of the Central Germanics/Anglo-Saxons have converted to Christianity and 'abandoned everything we were taught'; Denmark and Sweden feel like their family has turned their backs on them as well and they're angry about it. Norway is very conflicted on exact feelings, arguing that their recently deceased Father (Germania) wouldn't want infighting in the family. Nothing really gets solved. (Inspired by some guys Quora rant about the Saxon Wars triggering the Viking Age, not sure if they're actually connected at all but it was interesting to read at least.)

Scandals - Roderich and Antonio are married, Erzsébet is involved with both of them. It gets out, and nobles love to gossip. (another one of the less fleshed out ones but still)

Father - Brandenburg and Germany get into a fight; mostly centered around a legitimate "your not my dad" feeling. Brandenburg snaps and accidentally tells Germany "well Gilbert wasn't either!" cue Ludwig's entire world crumbling as he finds out his entire family has been lying since he was born.

#apersonwhowrites

[serica-e]

Germania x Rome?

Yessss the holy trinity of my fav Rome ships, thank you

~ who gives forehead/nose kisses?

Romulus then again is very affection but I actually love to think of Alrik also liking to sneak up on him to kiss his face, Roró gets too annoying talking? Kiss his face! So he stops because now he is confused and red, never let ur enemies know ur next move

~ who gets jealous the most?

Alrik, Romulus can be possessive, but I think ultimately it's Alrik who gets rlly jealous

~ Takes care of on sick days

Hmm i think when Romulus is sick Alrik just stays in bed with him and cuddles him rather, he knows Romulus hates being taken care of, so he tries to still be there without making him feel self conscious , so it's Romulus who is more attentive.

~ Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

Romulus is annoying what can I say, but Alrik is also a mountain of a man so it does not work.

~ Brings the other lunch at work

Neither, Alrik might bring Romulus something if he forgets to eat and Romulus know Alrik dislikes being bothered while at work

~ Tries to start role-playing in bed

Alrik is kinky but role play just makes him cringe and Romulus learned his lesson the hard way.

~ Embarrassingly drunk dancer

Alrik! I would say Roró but then again, Alrik is immovable so at one point he just stops and start sobbing due to lack of attention, but it would be so funny if when drunk Alrik got a lot more loose!

~ Firmly believes in couples costumes

Roró only buys them to make Alrik cringe tbh

 ~ Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas:   / - buys the most expensive gifts

I am rlly inclined to say Alrik because sugar daddy Alrik is hot but I think this goes more for modern gerrome than Ancient gerrome, I think in ancient times Romulus would bribe him with precious goods.

~ Makes the other eat breakfast

Alrik sometimes even brings it to Romulus in bed! Very filling and well made breakfast, and obv there is wurst because Germans (affectionate)

~ Remembers anniversaries

Alrik,,,, he has a very good memory, Romulus also does but I think Alrik also remembers things like their first kiss as well.

~ Brings up having kids first

I think this is the same situation of persrome lmao, and if they had kids romano would die, we do not want him to die right.

~ Kills the bugs

Romulus is never gonna kill these bugs I just need you guys to understand this, but Alrik does not kill them, he brings them to the backyard.

~ First to define them as a couple

Roró and Alrik dies a bit when he does that because God he is been wanting this for centuries.

~ Who hides their guilty pleasures longer

They have known each others for so long, there really cannot be a lot of hiding, they already know the other guilty pleasure and actively use them against the other.

~ who snorts while they laugh?

Roró! Alrik does not laugh!

#serica answers 🍋

[jannaphia]

We would have lost our memories as well as our tongues had it been as easy to forget as to be silent.

― Tacitus, The Agricola and The Germania

#books #tacitus #agricola

[laudys83]

Flavus walked out of the imperial palace, furious. Gaius, who was waiting for him, gave him a sorry look, clearly knowing what his behaviour meant.

They had visited everyone powerful enough in Rome to allow them to get to Germania and try to bring Ari back so he would be punished for his treason. But, the answer was always the same, and Flavus’ face was more and more grave and desperate: no one wanted to help them. Flavus and Gaius were nothing but traitors too in the Roman eyes.

Flavus thought this treatment was so unfair: he had dedicated his life to Rome, he had always loved being considered as their equal, and he didn’t understand why his brother’s actions had consequences on him - or even on Gaius. All the ones who were so close to them before were turning their back on them, treating them worse than pariahs. Caesar had been their last chance, and it had been a disaster.

Silently, Gaius followed his uncle to a tavern, where they both sat down. Flavus ordered wine, gave some to his nephew before pouring a glass for himself.

“So, it’s over” Gaius bitterly said. “He’ll never get punished for what he has done…”

Flavus shook his head, jaw clenched.

“He will. I swear it to you”

“But… how?”

He downed his glass, filled it up again and downed it once more:

“I’m going there”

Gaius stared at him, dumbfounded.

“I thought Caesar said no…”

“He did. But I can’t stay there and do nothing. I can’t stand being treated like a traitor when I’ve done nothing wrong. I need to satisfy my honour. And there’s only one way to do so”

He locked eyes with Gaius, this one stared back at him, at his determined look, but half smiled in disbelief.

“You’re not seriously thinking about what I think you’re thinking about, right?”

“I’m going to go there” Flavus asserted. “I’m going to find him, I’m going to capture him and to bring him back to Rome”

“Uncle Flavus, you cannot do that. Not on your own”

A soft smile stretched Flavus’ lips:

“I won’t be alone. You’re coming with me. Maybe, when he’ll see you, he’ll realise what he had done”

Gaius swallowed hard: he had never even left the city of Rome and, now, his uncle was proposing him to travel through the Empire to get to Germania.

“Won’t it be dangerous?”

“I’ll protect you”

“What if we fall on barbarians?” Gaius insisted.

“Don’t worry” Flavus placed his hand on his. “Trust me, alright? Nothing will happen to you. Everything will be fine”

Gaius stared at him but nodded after a few seconds.

They left the city at night, discreetly, heading North, to Germania. As long as they remained in Italy, Gaius was reassured: they were spending the nights in taverns, riding all day long. His mood changed when they left their frontiers, even though they were still in the Empire. He became more tense, less willing to chat with his uncle. Even Flavus started withdrawing, focused on his mission and on what he was going to say to justify his presence in Germania to Tiberius, the man who has replaced Varus as prefect.

He still felt something when they penetrated the Germans territory: he had very few memories from his life before Rome. But, he remembered how he had been clutching his mother, how he had cried for days when the Romans had taken him away. But it were not them he had hated: all of his resentment had been transferred on his parents. They were the guilty ones, in his eyes.

He chased all of his bad memories when he ended up seeing the fences that delimited the Roman camp. Finally, they were there. His heart hammered in his chest but he managed well to pull the wool over Tiberius and Germanicus’ eyes. Waiting for him, Gaius visited the camp, hoping no one will recognise him, but all he got were banters, mostly due to his young age.

Tiberius had decided to let Flavus settling in, time he caught Arminius, and he ordered a soldier to lead him to an empty tent, ironically the one where Arminius used to sleep in. Flavus cleaned himself, the smell of his horse soaked in his clothes, in his skin, after all these weeks spent on it. As he looked for Gaius, he heard soldiers speaking between themselves, and one name made him startle, made his heart stopped beating for a second before galloping like a panicked horse.

Maroboduus.

Marbod.

He was here.

He was here for the thing.

He had to see him. He needed to see him.

Flavus grabbed the arm of the man who said his name and interrogated him on the location of Marbod’s camp. He couldn’t wait before seeing him, but he let Gaius falling asleep in their tent, before sneaking out of the camp.

As soon as he was far enough, he spurred his horse, galloping as fast as he could, to him, to his man, to Marbod. He only slowed down when he saw the fires, to not look like a threat, arranged his hair, his uniform, and stepped in the camp. Two guards stopped him.

“I come to see Marbod” he said, in German, and the two guards looked at each other. One of them went in the tent, while the other motioned Flavus to get down from his horse, holding the rein.

Only a few seconds passed, but, to Flavus, they sounded like hours. From outside, he could hear the chatting, the laughs, then the silence, and Marbod’s voice. A shiver ran up and down his spine, so violently he thought he was gonna throw up, or cry.

It was him. More manly, but it was him. His calm voice, his very special sense of humour, nothing had changed.

The guard with him made him walk in the tent: it was filled with people, but Flavus could only see him. The feelings he had never forgotten about hit him as hard as a slap in his face. Marbod’s voice hadn’t changed, but his physical features had: he had now long hair, a long beard covering half of his face. Flavus never thought he could find him more handsome than before and though, he did. The way Marbod stared at him, speechless, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, made him half smile proudly, and kind of reassuringly: he had not forgotten about him. His look was loving, lustful, especially when he ogled him. Flavus could have been surprised he did, surrounded by his men, his wife laying by his side, but he actually couldn’t care less.

At this moment, it was just the two of them, and the world disappeared.

#barbarians fanfiction #marbod #flavus #marbod x flavus #barbarians netflix

[j-ellyfish]

I have this feeling Hima might come back to talk about HRE (+ Italy and Germany) one day, as a subplot for some comic special or new movie, just imagine 👀

Whether it's 'Hre is Germany with amnesia after having a near-death experience' or 'Germany has only Hre's body and a different soul'

Who knows, I feel like at this point fans have been left 'on their own' for so long when it comes to that, and formed their own highly specific view on the subject, that no matter what Hima decides to do with it now, it'd be quite disliked by some.

It took as little as Hima mentioning HRE as one of Germany's brothers to cause a bit of drama and retcon the text, after all 😅 Like okay, I'll give the benefit of the doubt that it was a "printing mistake" but huh. Kinda sus.

Personally, I believe they share the same soul at least partially, but a different body. Even if they look so much alike, so does Germania yet he has no body nor soul tie to HRE or Germany.

I think the resemblance is due to them representing more or less the same territory and people. And so, a bit of HRE's soul was reworked into Germany's because they were brought to life by the same groups of humans, like sharing the same national identity despite being divided into pre-unitary States still. Germany has some vague fragments of memories that belong to HRE, but they're so few, far away and blurry in the back of his mind that he can barely tell if they're real or memories of dreams he had, or memories of products of his imagination when he was a child ... And it's impossible to put them together to "awaken" HRE, especially now that Germany built his own experiences, memories and history on top of the few HRE leftovers he was born with.

Basically, when HRE came back from the war as a sick human, the immortal/personification side of his soul flew out of him and ended up fusing with the new personification, Ludwig, who was forming in the ground and not yet spawned.

I like to think that Germany does have an extremely blurry memory of HRE's perception of Chibitalia too, but since HRE thought he was a girl, Ludwig just has this very vague memory of a little girl in a maid dress whose face is too blurry to remember, and rational as he is, he simply assumes it's the memory of some random dream he had a long time ago and doesn't put any thought on it.

#hetalia #aph hre #aph germany #ask #ary spoke

[faintvibes]

Bakery AU: Electric Boogaloo

drops this

Explanation under the cut!

Every now and then, as is the circle of life, I inevitably come back and redesign/generally remake my bakery au, so I humbly offer its latest reincarnation.

The general premise is that a bunch of dead nations (incl Prussia, because he doesn't live through the cold war this time round) try a risky experiment that's meant to bring them back to life- and it does! But they get reincarnated as humans, with no memory of their lives as nations. The remaining Nation Energy they have joins them together in their new lives through a telepathic link.

The story mostly centers around Beilschmidt Bakery- a business in Magdeburg that Almaric's (Germania's) parents decided to purchase above other candidates because of the coincidental (or so they thought) name match-up. In reality, this is a business Prussia established in the 1880s that he largely left up to locals to run, but would take Germany to as a young boy as an escape from politics. (Germany has not visited it since Prussia's death- but once he does, he's in for a surprise!)

Almaric and Gilbert work at the bakery full-time, with the plan being that Gilbert will one day inherit it. Kallisto, Navid, and Ixchel (Ancient Greece, Ancient Persia, and Thule- an Inuit culture originating in Alaska that spread across Canada for 600 years). Jules and Hazael (Knights Templar and Hospitaller) are Gil's friends from high school, who work part-time at the bakery to help pay for their education to become a music therapist and paramedic respectfully.

**I'm aware, by the way, that Ixchel isn't an Inuit name, but rather a Mayan one! There is a reason for this, both in her nation life and human one!! It's difficult to explain without going into my whole perspective on Indigenous Nations in the Americas- so I'll just say that in her human life, she's named after someone her parents were friends with but lost contact, and this is similar but not the same as the story about her name in her prior life. Hopefully that makes sense :)

Of those not working at the bakery: Romulus (Ancient Rome) is a Roman archaeologist and as a result travels a lot, Lotte (Ancient Gaul) is the Director of the Royal Archives in the Netherlands, and so lives in the Hague, Ephraim (Ancient Judea) works as a history conservator at the Jewish Museum Berlin, and Nermin (Ancient Egypt) travels the globe searching for answers on why they're Like That.

As for why Prussia dies: I'm running with the theory that Prussia becomes East Germany in canon- and that he does not in this au, but everyone assumes he does since he doesn't die/fade/whatever immediately upon becoming dissolved. In reality, his survival is due to being used to changing nature (another headcanon of mine, but I'm of the perspective- first of all, that Prussia was originally the Baltic Prussians- that the representative of the Baltic Prussians, rep of the Teutonic Knights, rep of the [independent] Prussia, and rep of the Prussia that's part of Germany all required reps of entirely different natures. Baltic Prussia/Old Prussia was a collection of tribes operating under one culture but never one organisation, meaning the representative would be more like the ancients typically were, residing over a culture but not one specific nation/tribe/organisation of people. Holy orders like the Teutonic Knights organised in small pockets within countries and territories, so being the representative of that is, again, different. And then, of course, being an independent, fully-fledged nation is another form of representative. And being a representative of territory within a nation is different again. So Prussia (the person) is clearly an adaptable little gremlin and hard to kill, even when he probably should have been- long aside over!) which means that even though he no longer represents a territory, people, or culture, he exists anyway because fuck you. Rather, he adapts to being your average everyday human, losing his immortality and boosted healing factor- but this isn't something immediately noticeable. It IS noticeable, however, when he dies and doesn't eventually get back up again. And starts decaying away.

Russia buried the body and never told a soul what happened. The rest of the world continued thinking Gilbert, as East Germany, was just trapped behind the iron curtain. This fell apart with the Berlin Wall, when Russia just would not cough him up. It became quite clear Russia did something- but no one knew what. Even the other Soviet states hadn't a clue, just that he'd disappeared years ago and no one ever saw him again. Most of them thought he probably escaped, though Russia didn't react as though he'd escaped, because it seemed like the most reasonable explanation. Now, it was clear that Russia had done something- and, they believed, still doing something, because it's not like nations die permanently when they still represent something. The reunification of Germany was partly out of the hope that it would put him out of his misery- though the thought that he might be alone and suffering, somehow managing to survive, continues to haunt Germany.

As a funky little bonus, here's the last time I made a reference for this au:

Left most of the lads as heads this time because I knew that I don't have the energy to do all of them rn.

*Ixchel has the funky little aura thing going on because in this version they all had individual powers, and hers just happened to project outwardly. Mithridates (to memory) is Navid- except the name felt a bit too on the nose, and I didn't realise Ancient Persia had a rep until I came back to the project this time around, so a lot of changes on that front. (Same with Ancient Egypt!)

#Gilbert would ABSOLUTELY keep the line on his old apron #but every time I look at it the second-hand embarrassment kills me and I just couldn't do it this time #so pretend it's there ig #YES Jules and Almaric's hair are health and safety violations waiting to happen #BUT Jules only works the counter n Almaric does his hair differently when he puts on one of those hair nets for food prep so it's probs alr #hetalia #hws prussia #hws germania #hws rome #hws knights templar #hws knights hospitaller #hws ancients #hetalia au #hetalia fanart #hetalia headcanons #hws medieval trio #I just think they're neat #hetalia bakery au #tw: death

[the-masters-pieces]

I don't know how many lines I traced, contours of your face I erased, memories I tried to put out of my mind, or how many wrinkles on foreheads I found and sometimes find looking directly at your brows to mend and mold words for us to ride on the same wavelength, on this plane we levitate on an existing place and frame of being and can't wait. So for those in the back who are stammering and snickering and jaw jacking and whispering, SILENCE! DUH MASTUH SPEAKS! Time and time again those who ridiculed the sirens screamed. Those who put the time in squeam in their seats when the relentless rocks tic away the tops of hourglass ceilings before it's their turn to reveal what's been on everyone's mind and none dare to or few aware who put the words together because they fear the mobs abilities, the all's reactive volatility and for us what that means. The red streaks on white flags, the scarlet necks induced by intoxicants, the burns from broken threads on flesh, the joviality inflamed in instantaneous flashes, the havoc caused by one simple universal answer. When is it time to pay back or for payback? Cowardice aside, terror acknowledged, fairness and humanity and measurements of philanthropy bubble to the top the ash blotting out all light an eruption so very nigh, what then have you to say, and how? The four generations prior, the forefathers higher the tens upon tens mounted on top of 2000? The Christians? The Arabs? The Vikings? The Indians? The Persians? The taoists? Run! Head for the mountains. Where in Germania is Zion or Zoroaster? Who fills Americas cup, now? I don't know how many lines my eyes traced blurred by my tear bubbling eyes, or contours of alphabet symbols tainting my cries in language that speaks to ancestors that ain't e'en mine, for reasons that stoke the fires nat Turner 'nother page and not for lack of trying for there to be a peaceful solution but there is none to be found. Silence is golden but to cut through the shit I need the diamonds.

Through duh mind o' duh mastuh

Rafael Smoki duh mastuh Washington el

[emotionalsupportcatboy]

Day 1: Writer & Artist | Rome x Germania

CW: Fluff, T Rating

AO3 LINK

Sunlight shone through an open window, speckling warm, brown hair with soft, golden light as it did so. Rome was almost never serious about anything, or, rather, he was never outwardly serious about anything. Germania had known his rival long and intimately enough that there was always more going on behind the other man's bright, mischievous eyes than it seemed, but at a time like this, there was just something about the Italian's look of pure concentration that seemed so different.

Rome's artwork was always beautiful. Germania knew that from the many paintings his half-friend-half-enemy had enthusiastically forced upon him in the past, but he had never seen Rome in the midst of painting like he was now. His eyes were trained to his work, and the slightest smile was on his face. One that was absentminded, had no malice or punchline behind it, and left the slightest crinkle in the corner of his eye. Until now, Germania realized, he had never really imagined Rome in this kind of genuine happiness.

Of course, Germania knew that was ridiculous. Everyone was capable of that, and a man as laid back and playful as Rome certainly was no exception, but the way he seemed at peace. The way he seemed so relaxed. It was as if Germania was spying on him, and the other man was completely unaware, thinking he was alone. The blond wouldn't have been surprised, though, if that really was the case. Maybe he had forgotten Germania was in the room. Maybe that's why Germania had been able to steal such a long glance at him without him realizing. Maybe Germania just didn't look at him enough, and that was why he never saw this man, his form carved expertly out of marble, so vulnerable like he was now.

Germania felt the urge to reach out and touch the Empire's sun-kissed hair and just barely resisted. It looked soft. Beautiful on him, for once, even. He knew Rome certainly wouldn't mind, but Germania wasn't into men that way. Even if he was, he wasn't looking forward to the smug look and teasing words he had come so quickly to despise.

"Looking at me instead of the painting?" 

Germania's eyes met Rome's. The latter wasn't teasing him for once, and Germania was surprised to find that Rome even sounded a little disappointed. He felt his cheeks grow warm at being caught staring. Perhaps, in this moment, they had both dropped their guard.

"My eyes can do what they please." Germania snapped, before turning away from Rome altogether. He waited for the sound of Rome's brushstrokes to resume before stealing another quick glance.

-----------------

"Oh, come on, Germania! Can't you even just look at me??"

"Germania, Germania, you're not even writing anything anyway!"

"Did you forget how to use my alphabet? If you want, I can teach you, but it'll come with a price."

"Come on, let's fight!"

It had gone on like this for longer than Germania, as patient as he was, could take. In life, he had been less inclined to writing than Rome had been. He had always been much more focused on the here and now than the memories of the past or the opinions of the people of the future. Traditions and stories were just fine being told orally in his culture, and he hadn't found much use in recording the history of his people or the cultures of those around him.

When he had joined the other ancient nations in heaven, he had found that to be quite a mistake.

Thousands of years later, he learned that his memory had become clouded. There were bits and pieces that he struggled to recall. Gaps in events that he could once upon a time recall in great detail. Even his own language had begun to twist and mend with modern German due to centuries upon centuries of disuse. 

He would never admit it to anyone, especially not Rome, but he regretted now that he did not record his own history, and as a result, he had taken up writing not to long ago. He had had the time now, after all. Germania had no bosses or wars to worry about, and so much time to spend in peace with his (admittedly) closest companion at his side. That last part always made him happy, even if Rome could be quite annoying, just like he was now.

"I don't want to fight. Can't you see I'm busy?" His voice had come out snappier than he had intended. The notebook he hovered over was still blank. He had been staring at it in silence for awhile, now. Occasionally he wrote something, but he would soon erase it not long after. His writer's block was undeniable, but Germania was stubborn, and he wanted to write something.

But then Rome sighed behind him, and Germania could feel the warmth of the other man as arms wrapped around him and a lightly stubbled jaw pressed against his cheek.

"Oh, come on, Germania. You've been sitting like this for hours now."

"It hasn't been more than an hour and a half."

"Either way, that's a long time of absolutely nothing!" He said, squeezing Germania tighter. The blond grumbled in feigned annoyance. "Shouldn't you take a break? I find when I cant think of what to draw or paint, a walk outside or an invigorating sparring session usually does the trick!"

Unfortunately, Rome made a good point, and Germania couldn't exactly argue, so he chose to stay silent.

"Come on. We used to fight so often! You aren't so old that you've forgotten how to lift a sword, have you?"

"Get off of me, idiot."

And then Rome let out a soft chuckle, his warm breath tickling the shell of Germania's ear and sending a tingle down his spine.

"Make me."

Of course, Germania wanted Rome off of him. That was the only reason he decided to do what he did next. Not because he wanted to spar with Rome, not because he thought this was fun. It was annoying and Germania did not like the way Rome spoke so closely to his ear.

Before Rome could realize what was happening, Germania was able to ram his head against the side of the Roman's jaw. Rome gasped in surprise, and Germania took the chance while he was stunned to jab him sharply in the side with his fingers as he rose from his chair and turned to face him. When Rome went to defend his side, Germania grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulling him around and forcing him up against the wall beside the work desk. Germania glared into the other man's soft, brown eyes, his forearm pressed up against Rome's chest to pin him there.

"For an empire, you're shockingly easily conquered." 

"For a man who shits in the forest, you're shockingly well groomed." And there was that stupid, shit eating grin back on the Roman's face again. The one Germania could hardly bare to look at. One that he absolutely hated.

"Be quiet."

"Or what? You can't make me do anything, Germania~!"

The blond's eyes only narrowed as he glared into Rome's. Those eyes. Those stupid, soft brown eyes. Those eyes that turned just the right shade of honey when the light hit them at the right angle. They made Germania forget what was happening around him, and he barely heard Rome as the former empire rambled on. A warm feeling was building up inside of him — something that only grew in intensity and he wanted so eagerly to release.

"...Woodland shitter! Pant's wearer! Uncivilized-"

And then, when Germania felt as if he was about to melt, he finally thrust forward, closing the distance between them and locking his lips roughly with Rome's. The former empire made a little sound of surprise before gently setting his hands on Germania's hips, causing the blond's heart to flutter as the Roman kissed him back.

When had their rivalry become romance? Germania struggled to recall, and the way his lover's tongue rolled against his was making it less than possible to think about much of anything but Rome himself. It seemed like one day they were acquaintances, then another they were enemies, before one night they were on an elegant Roman balcony, kissing over the moonlit Mediterranean, and then they were dead. First he went, not too much longer after conquering Rome's western empire before Rome finally submitted to the Turks in 1453. When they reunited again in paradise, their true feelings permitted to be acknowledged after thousands of years of nationhood, it didn't take them long to fall into each others' arms and stay there ever since.

Perhaps it didn't matter when it began. Back then, after all, it wouldn't have mattered at all to Germania. All that was was the here and now; Perhaps, Germania thought, he ought to not push away his younger self entirely.

When they pulled away from each other, Rome's hand was on his cheek, and he allowed himself this time to lean into his warmth.

"Oh my, where did that come from, my love?"

"The worst part of me."

"And what part is that, Germania?"

"The part that got attached to a stupid fucking Roman."

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[subjects-of-the-king]

Debate between Augustus and Charlemagne

Myself: Hello, and welcome to another session. This time, rather than hosting an interview, we have brought in Roman Emperor Augustus Caesar and King Charlemagne the Great of the Carolingian Empire. As they are two of the most noteworthy rulers of their respective eras, they have both come to argue for the superiority of the time periods in which they reigned. We wish to welcome you both to the year 2022 and to this debate. Augustus, you may speak first, as you lived and ruled first.

Augustus: It is an honor. During my reign, we Romans never expected our empire to collapse. I was initially shocked when I found out that in your time, the Roman Empire is a distant memory. Rome is now the capital of a small country. After seeing your society, however, I saw that our legacy persists. Look at your cities. Look at your architecture. None of it would exist if not for our own innovations two thousand years before this new era. Perhaps most of all, your government and its politics are undeniably Roman in influence.

Charlemagne: Listen to this heathen. Augustus never stood for the Roman Republic. He violently seized power and became the first Roman Emperor.

Augustus: Listen to you, Charlemagne.

Charlemagne: I know all about you, Augustus. Medieval kings, among which I was one, learned about the Romans. You, on the other hand, lived many centuries before I was born.

Augustus: The people who have welcomed us to their era have given me plenty of details about you, too, Charlemagne. You think that you were the equivalent of a Roman emperor such as myself.

Charlemagne: I was a Roman emperor. Pope Leo III crowned me to be one.

Augustus: That was completely illegitimate. You were not a Roman. Rather, you were a mere barbarian. Furthermore, the pope could never bestow you with such a title. We Romans crucified people like yourself.

Charlemagne: It is obvious that you know nothing of the history that followed your life. You were the first emperor of Rome, and you clearly know not even how the empire that you once controlled would change after your death. Many rulers that would succeed you later in Roman history came from other places the empire had conquered. In addition, your domain would become Christian under future emperors.

Augustus: The Roman Empire may have lost its ways, but it was not under me. I ruled the empire when it was at its greatest. You, on the other hand, did not create a realm anywhere near as glorious. We Romans dominated Europe as well as territories in Africa and the Middle East. Your conquests never extended beyond Gaul and Germania. Those Germanic peoples that you incorporated into your domain were nothing but uncivilized barbarians. No matter how hard the Romans tried, Germania could never be tamed.

Charlemagne: When the empire that you ruled in your lifetime was falling apart centuries later, the lands that it controlled descended into chaos.

Augustus: You only prove my point. Barbarians such as yourself ruined the grand civilization that we Romans built.

Charlemagne: Rome may once have been grand, but it was the indulgent line of emperors that you started who destroyed it. My empire saved European civilization. The Carolingian Empire promoted great advancements in culture and society. Speaking of society, you cannot deny the numerous slaves that yours became dependent on.

Augustus: We mostly had slaves. You mostly had serfs. If you want to discuss society, we Romans pioneered representative government.

Charlemagne: In this era that we have voyaged to, few would refer to Roman society as such.

Augustus: That has become clear to me, but we still laid the foundations. In almost every society of your time, including the empire that you led, the people had no representation.

Charlemagne: If you care so much about the people having a voice in their government, then you would not have destroyed the Roman Republic.

Augustus: If you want to criticize me for that, then you yourself would have given your people a voice. I seized power so that I could become the first Roman emperor, but I still never destroyed the Senate.

Charlemagne: Perhaps, like monarchs throughout history, we mainly used our power to enrich ourselves. Maybe we should stop arguing and have a drink.

Augustus: That might not be such a bad idea. We can bond over stories of how we crushed our enemies. I also hear there is a war in eastern Europe that we can discuss. Weaponry has come a long way since we lived, but the tyrants who invade sovereign states have not.

Charlemagne: I heard about the same thing. Information travels quickly these days. Let us go, Augustus. The liquor in this new era is really something.

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[beardedmrbean]

A jury took less than an hour to find a former Birmingham police detective guilty in the “love triangle” shooting death of a woman she found with her common law husband.

Alfreda Fluker, 42, was convicted of capital murder in the 2020 Germania Park slaying of 43-year-old Kanisha Nicole Fuller, and attempted murder of Mario Theodore White, who was Fluker’s police partner and common-law husband.

“Nobody is above the law,’' said Jefferson County District Attorney Danny Carr following the verdict. “Today justice was served, and we hope that the family of Kanisha Fuller can find peace and live on in her memory.”

The jury of three women and nine men began deliberations Friday morning.

Within 10 minutes of deliberations, they asked Jefferson County Circuit Judge Alaric May to clarify the difference between attempted murder and first-degree assault in the White charge, but had no questions regarding the charges involving Fluker.

Fluker, a mother of three daughters, remained stoic as the verdict was read. The judge had cautioned family members on both sides to refrain from showing any emotion in the presence of the jury.

Fuller’s family cried silently, and Fluker’s family appeared stunned at the capital murder verdict.

Sentencing is set for February. Fluker will be sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.

Jefferson County Assistant District Attorneys Eric Hamilton and Will McComb prosecuted Fluker.

Fluker was represented by defense attorneys Erskine Mathis and Scott Brower.

“We are happy with the verdict, we are happy for the family of Kanisha Fuller,’’ McComb said. “I think the jury made the right call on a very, very difficult case.”

“I think the right decision was reached in this case,’’ Hamilton said.

Asked if it was tough to prosecute a police officer, McComb said, “I wouldn’t say it was difficult prosecuting a police officer who did was she did,’’ she said. “The absolute violation of any standard that she swore to in becoming a Birmingham police officer, we didn’t have a problem with it.”

Mathis said Fluker will appeal the verdict. He and Brower said they believe the jury should have been able to consider other charges, such as reckless murder and reckless manslaughter.

The jury considered the charges of capital murder, murder, and heat of passion manslaughter.

The said Fluker was overwrought throughout the trial but handled the verdict as well as could be expected.

“I think she resigned herself to the fact that she was going to prison for something,’’ Brower said. “We told her there was a good chance this is what the verdict could be, so I think she prepared herself.”

“It’s just a tragic, tragic thing,’’ Mathis said. “Nobody wins in a situation like this.”

Prosecutors in the four-day trial said Fluker was “intentional, cold, calculated and exact” when she found Fuller and White together in White’s city vehicle in the Birmingham park that Friday night and emptied her service weapon on the SUV.

Defense attorneys, however, said Fluker was overcome with anger when she found Fuller and White having sex in the SUV and fired in the heat of passion, not intending to hurt or kill anyone.

The shooting happened about 11:50 p.m. April 10, 2020, at the park on the city’s west side.

The 43-year-old Fuller, the mother of teen son, died a short time later at UAB Hospital. White was not injured and later resigned from the department.

Police at the time labeled the deadly shooting the result of a “love triangle.”

Fluker and White were partners on the Birmingham Police Department’s Crime Reduction Team. They also had been involved romantically for several years and had lived together since 2016.

Fluker has remained in the Jefferson County Jail without bond since her April 11, 2020, arrest. She was immediately fired from the police force.

Fluker was supposed to go on trial in September, but Jefferson Judge May declared a mistrial, citing juror misconduct.

Testimony in the case began Tuesday, with both White and Fluker taking the stand.

Fluker testified for roughly an hour Wednesday, chronicling the events of that night.

She said she and White had gotten into argument when he prepared to the leave the home about 10 p.m. He took a shower, a Viagra pill and put on cologne.

Fluker said their argument turned physical and then White left their Birmingham home. She began to track him on a phone app, and eventually went to Germania Park where she said she found White and Fuller having sex.

White testified that they were only talking.

“They were having sex in the passenger’s seat in the work truck,’’ Fluker said Wednesday when she took the witness stand in her own defense. “She was on top of him, and they were having sex.”

“All I could visualize was them having sex in that truck that I ride in every day,’’ Fluker said.

She said she and White got into another physical altercation. At that point, she went to her own vehicle to retrieve her gun, and White and Fuller “hauled butt” out of the bar.

Fluker said she then began firing her gun, which she claimed was from abut 100 to 150 feet away.

“I went to my truck, and I pulled my weapon and I just started recklessly firing,’’ Fluker said.

She said she wasn’t trying to kill anyone. “I wanted Mario to know to stop playing with me. I wanted him to respect me,’’ she said.

Fluker said White left the park but then put his truck in reverse and re-entered. They got into another argument, all while a wounded Fuller remained in the passenger’s seat.

Fluker said she told White they needed to get Fuller to the hospital. “He’s like, ‘No, I can’t leave her truck in the park,’’' she said.

Fluker said she then told White she was going to take Fuller to the hospital. “He pushes me back down on the ground again and says, ‘No, she can’t talk.’’

Fluker said she leaned into the driver’s side of the vehicle and spoke to Fuller. “I said, ‘Baby girl, you OK?’ She was coughing and she’s moving her head ‘yeah.’’'

She said she then left and didn’t call anyone for help. She went to her mother’s home where she was taken into custody the following morning.

Authorities testified that Fuller was shot in the leg, the arm and the head. The head wound, described as causing a devastating injury to her brain, was the fatal wound.

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[apersonwholikeslotus]

anywho, Harald, Björn and Sigurd were still using Henriksson/Henriksen as their last names throughout all the Middle Ages and pretty far into the renaissance too. They only changed to Hansen, Karlsen, and Gustavsson in the grand scheme of things recently. And I don't know how to explain what it meant for them to be running around during the Viking Age still openly calling themselves Germania's sons. Because it absolutely contributed to--among nations--the Barbarian stereotype that Heimeric would be remembered for so long as. It pushed the rest of his children even farther from his memory because we don't want to be associated with all that and hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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[apenitentialprayer]

The Arrogance of the Metropole

When he was appointed by Lyndon Johnson to succeed John Kenneth Galbraith as ambassador to India nearly two years after the Kennedy assassination, Max Ophuls went so far as to say -he was speaking at a Rashtrapati Bhavan banquet in his honor, hosted by philosopher president Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan soon after Ophuls's presentation of his diplomatic credentials- that it was because he came from Alsace that he hoped he might understand India a little, since that part of the world where he was raised had also been defined and redefined for many centuries by shifting frontiers, upheavals and dislocations, flights and returns, conquests and reconquests, the Roman Empire followed by the Alemanni, the Alemanni by Attila's Huns, the Huns by the Alemanni again, the Alemanni by the Franks. Even before the year acquired for digits Strasbourg had belonged first to Lotharingia and then to Germania, had been mashed up by nameless Hungarians and reconstructed by Saxons called Otto. Reformation and revolution were in its citizens' blood, which counter-reformation and reaction spilled in its charming streets. After the Thirty Years' War weakened the German Empire, the French made their move. The Frenchification of Alsace, which Louis XIV, in turn led to the de-Frenchification in 1871, after the Prussians starved and burned the city through the brutal winter of 1870. So there was Germanification, but less than forty years later there was de-Germanizing too. And then came Hitler, and Gauleiter Robert Wagner, and history stopped being theoretical and musty and became personal and malodorous instead. [...] Like most people from his part of the country, the young Max Ophuls had been raised to distrust Paris [...] but Paris lingered in the ambassador's Americanized memory as a series of flickering images. It was present in the way he held a cigarette, or in the slow drift of smoke reflected in a gilded mirror. Paris was his own fist hammering on a café to emphasize a political or philosophical point. It was a glass of cognac beside his morning coffee and tepid brioche. [...] Everyone in the world has two fatherlands, his own and Paris, a Parisian filmmaker told him back then. But he didn't trust it. It seemed . . . he struggled for the right word . . . weak. The weakness of Paris was the weakness of France, which would make possible the dark metamorphosis which was beginning, the trumping of subtlety by crudity, the shriveled victory of wretchedness over joy. It was not only Paris that changed, obviously. His beloved Strasbourg metamorphosed too, from river jewel into cheap Rhinestone. It turned into tasteless black bread and too many rutabagas and the disappearances of friends. Also the sneer of conquest above the collar of a gray uniform, the living death of collaboration in the eyes of dutiful showgirls, the stinking gutter finales of the dead. It became rapid capitulation and slow resistance. Strasbourg, like Paris, shape-shifted and was no longer itself. It was the first paradise he lost. But in his heart he blamed the capital, blamed it for its arrogant weakness, for presenting itself to the world -to him- as a vision of high civilization which it did not have the force to defend. The fall of Strasbourg was a chapter in its back-and-forth frontier history. The fall of Paris was Paris's fault.

- Salman Rushdie (Shalimar the Clown, pages 137-138, 140-141). Bolded emphases added.

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[circusfans-italia]

IL GRANDE FINALE DEL MEMORIAL NANDORFEI

IL GRANDE FINALE DEL MEMORIAL NANDORFEI Il grande finale del Memorial NandOrfei con gli spettacoli del contest per artisti Under 21 e ospiti speciali 26, 27 e 28 aprile 2024 a Peschiera Borromeo (MI) al Piccolo Circo dei Sogni in via Carducci 6 www.memorialnandorfei.it Nei giorni 26, 27 e 28 aprile sono in programma gli eventi clou del Memorial con spettacoli che prevedono le performance di artisti under 21 con la partecipazione in qualità di ospiti d’onore di due star internazionali, il clown Paolo Casanova in arte "Carillon" dal Big Apple Circus di New York, e il clown e acrobata Giovanni "Nino" Zoppè dagli Stati Uniti, oltre ai campioni di ventriloquismo lirico Daniele Tommasi e Naimana Casanova, finalisti del programma “Dalla strada al palco” su Rai 2. Saranno inoltre presenti Liana Orfei, madrina dell’evento, Anita Gambartutti, Ambra, Paride e Gioia Orfei, rispettivamente sorella, moglie e figli di Nando Orfei.

Giunge al clou delle manifestazioni in programma il “Memorial NandOrfei – I nuovi talenti del circo nel mondo”, il nuovo evento dedicato alle arti circensi ed in particolare ad artisti under 21 di ogni Paese e di ogni disciplina nell’intento di valorizzare i nuovi talenti emergenti di quest’arte antica, e insieme il patrimonio culturale di musica d’arte di qualità, sia italiana che internazionale. Il grande evento è dedicato alla figura leggendaria di Nando Orfei nel decennale della sua scomparsa. Giocoliere, clown, acrobata, domatore, musicista e attore che fu da guida per molti giovani, annoverato tra gli artisti circensi più importanti del Novecento. Indimenticabili sono state le sue interpretazioni nei film di Federico Fellini Amarcord, I Clowns, E la nave va. Molte e diverse sono le specialità in pista negli spettacoli della kermesse internazionale degli ultimi tre giorni sotto lo chapiteau del Piccolo Circo dei Sogni. Gli spettacoli sono in programma il 26 e il 27 aprile alle ore 20:00, con Gran Galà finale il 28 aprile alle ore 16:00.

Paolo Casanova “Carillon” I NUMERI Tra i numeri aerei spiccano per originalità, su una struttura che ricorda la forma di un diamante, le tre artiste più giovani, le tredicenni Viola Accardo, Gaia Luna Antonucci e Greta Gatti. Si distingue anche un altro trio, sempre al femminile, al cerchio aereo, composto da Giada Ferraris (19 anni), Chiara Boveri (17) e Giulia Trotti (15). Non meno importante, e ancora tutto al femminile, il Duo Lyra all’anello gigante delle sorelle Chiara (21 anni) e Audrey Zoppè (15), che arrivano dagli Stati Uniti. Completano il panorama dei numeri aerei il talentuoso acrobata ungherese Patrik Nagy, 21 anni, specialista di Aerial Hoop, il trapezista belga Nel Emile Gyömörey (19), e gli acrobati italiani Matilde Rosti (17) al tessuto Parel, e Simone D’Agostino (19) alle cinghie aeree. Tra chi invece sta coi piedi per terra e sfida la legge di gravità, il giocoliere Deniel De Rocchi, 20 anni, l’equilibrista alle scale libere Matteo Grioni (14), l’acrobata Samuele Manfredini (21), l’equilibrista ai rulli oscillanti Luca Grioni (16) e la funambola Greta Cherubin (14). Non poteva mancare, come in ogni circo che si rispetti, la clownerie, affidata al giovane talento di Olliver Denji, 16 anni. A tre dei numeri presentati verranno assegnate le Borse di Studio intitolate a Nando Orfei, Darix Togni, Antonio Salieri, che consentiranno il perfezionamento dei numeri presso complessi e strutture circensi professionali. GLI OSPITI CHE IMPREZIOSIRANNO GLI SPETTACOLI: - in tutti e tre gli show il clown e acrobata Giovanni “Nino” Zoppè, proprietario e direttore dell’Italian Family Circus Zoppè negli Stati Uniti, che nel corso dello spettacolo del 26 aprile riceverà il Premio Nando Orfei alla carriera; - il 28 aprile il mimo e clown Paolo Casanova “Carillon”, reduce dai recenti successi del Big Apple Circus di New York e per otto anni star del Circus Theater Roncalli in Germania; - il 28 aprile saranno ospiti anche i campioni di ventriloquismo lirico Daniele Tommasi e Naimana Casanova, finalisti di “Dalla strada al palco” su Rai 2. Saranno inoltre presenti Liana Orfei, sorella di Nando e madrina dell’evento, Anita Gambartutti, Ambra, Paride e Gioia Orfei, rispettivamente moglie e figli di Nando.

Giovanni Nino Zoppè La direzione artistica è di una star internazionale del settore, l’acrobata aerea Sneja Nedeva (Bulgaria), direttrice dell’accademia di arti circensi “Piccolo Circo dei Sogni” di Peschiera Borromeo, insieme a Paride Orfei, regista degli spettacoli. La direzione di pista di Cristian Orfei, la direzione tecnica di Marco Togni. Conduce Bob R. White con Marney Taylor alle tastiere e Luca Colferai assistente alla produzione. Le informazioni per l’acquisto dei biglietti sono reperibili in www.memorialnandorfei.it CHI ORGANIZZA E CHI SOSTIENE IL MEMORIAL  Il Memorial NandOrfei viene organizzato dall’Associazione “Accademia del Piccolo Circo dei Sogni” di Paride Orfei, con il sostegno del Ministero della Cultura (Mic), con il Patrocinio della Città di Peschiera Borromeo e della Città Metropolitana di Milano, in collaborazione con l’International Salieri Circus Award di Legnago (Verona), l’associazione culturale Compagnia de Calza “I Antichi” (Venezia) ed associazioni culturali e sportive del territorio. Il Memorial ha inoltre il patrocinio dell'Ente Nazionale Circhi (Enc), della Federazione Italiana Spettacolo Popolare (FISP), dell'Associazione Nazionale Sviluppo Arti Circensi (Ansac) e del Club Amici del Circo (Cadec), del Comitato Olimpico Nazionale Italiano (Coni).

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[andrexi1]

Trajan, Hadrian, Marcus: From Britain, Persia to Germania, the 3 princes had ensured the peace and prosperity under Pax and had bought the empire to its peak.

And yet, the peace of empire would be extinguished under a Commodus echoing the tyranny of the deified Domitian. damned be their memory and hated be their name.