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goldenstarprincesses · 5 months
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*modern trench warfare being used for the first time in a major conflict during the American civil war*
*trench warfare leaving mental scars on Alfred that takes years of healing to move past*
Alfred showing up to Europe and seeing they somehow made trench warfare worse
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theymadecatsgreen · 9 months
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anytime i see germany in a military outfit i do a double take
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pixelifiedcation · 7 months
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yeah.
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lord-of-tomatoes · 7 months
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Well you're in luck cause i already wanted to draw Portugal
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I like this ship it's cute you get 2 drawings
Bonus
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Lil Portugal doodle
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artist-kili · 24 days
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Gilbert has chronic lung damage due to the use of poison gas in WW1 and a malfunction in his mask.
:)
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lilylady1412 · 8 months
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"Meine Süsse, weine nicht."
"In the middle of The Great War, Major Gilbert Beilschmidt fell in love with Annaliese Von Edelstein- an Austro-Hungarian Red Cross nurse who took care of him during his convalescence. A woman whose soft, beautiful lilac eyes were easily showing sympathy to the soldiers on both sides of the battlefield.
...And that was how their doomed fate started. For her, to be kind in the wrong time. For Major Beilschmidt, to let his emotions beaten his reason. But never shall the Major regret his fatal decision when he protected Miss Edelstein, because to still maintain humanity, love and be loved in the most horrid time would be and always a blessing."
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Commission for one of my OTP made by Denos, a truly lovely person. (because OP cannot freaking draw even in stick figure)
You can check Artist's other works via:
Twiiter: @denossu
Ins: denos.baa
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OP's note:
Meine Süsse, weine nicht: My sweet, don't cry.
I truly like the name Annaliese for FemAustria (NyoAustria). But I think I will call her Anna for short if I post about her again.
Feel kinda bad when I have to bully Fem Austria in my story because she is my muse (such a beauty, especially when she cries. Maybe that's why I love being mean to her. I'm sorry my princess!).
For me, Prussia x Fem Austria always have an element of poetic tragedy which I craved for. So in my universe, they only got their happiness in modern setting where they don't have to worry about complicated politics and wars (this apply for both nation ver or human au).
But Gilbert deserves all my meanness and I'm not feel remorse a bit. LoL.
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cicerenella · 5 months
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my roman empire is knowing Romano guided the Italian army to victory during WW1 and absolutely obliterated Austria’s ass
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littlesistersti · 3 months
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To Fans of Nyo!Belarus...
To any of you who named him “Arlovskaya”, do you know how surnames work in Russian-speaking countries? Also, did you read the kitawiki? It never said “Arlovskaya”, it said “Arlofsky” or “Arlovski”. Although, Arlovski is a real person, and I’m pretty sure Natasha’s surname isn’t Arlofskaya with an f. 
Can any Russians and Belarusians confirm if Natalya/Natallia is still relevant? Is it an outdated name or still going? I feel most of the characters have old people name.
Update: Wikipedia said the Belarusian spelling is feminine “Арлоўская” (Arlouskaya, Arloŭskaja, Arlowskaya) or masculine “Арлоўскі” (Arloŭski, Arlowski) but I know every Belarusians will write however they think is correct, because we all think differently according to the language we understand. You know that internet meme what language do bilinguals/polyglots think in? The better question is what language rules do they think in? Example, came across a name on a social media handle “Bitl” and I thought “wait, I thought your name is Zhuk?” Turns out, Zhuk means beatle. (Edit: I mispelt beetle)
PS. Why did people name Romania “Vlad” after Vlad Tepes then proceeded to name him “Vladimir” when that’s a Russian name and Vlad Tepes the Impaler’s full name is right there, “Vladislav”. How did we fail that one?????
PPS. I forgot when I wrote this. This sat in my drafts forever. 
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1ncend1ary · 4 months
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this is all i have to post....... im sorry......
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kayartstuff · 2 years
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WWI- two pairs of brothers on opposite sides of the battlefield.
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apersonwholikeslotus · 7 months
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thinking about Roderich getting into a fight with someone (not sure who) and going on a whole tangent about how he worked for his power, about how "I played the long game no one else wanted to, I was nothing and look what I built!" only to get immediately taken aback with "And now you've watched it all crumble"
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roszabell · 2 years
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Day 3 (May 11); Mud | "Do you remember when you were younger and...?"
@germanbrosweek
WW1 trenches vs long gone summer days together. i spent sooo long on the first two prompts and didn’t have much time for today’s, but i got my idea down!
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phoenixrock429-blog · 5 months
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If I could draw, I'd make this
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flash56-chase05 · 11 months
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P.I.G.S
—Dulce y salvaje Hibernia (& El Cid irlandés): (1588-1589; 1602).
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Inglaterra tiene un objetivo claro; Irlanda está más que dispuesta a interponerse en su camino.
—El retrato de una Dama Irlandesa: (1845-1848).
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Irlanda ya está demasiado cansada como para algo así.
—En la cuarta planta de Palacio (& Lo que concluyó en Compiègne): (1916-1917; 1919).
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Bélgica llega a Madrid desde Londres con una misiva que debe poner en manos de su homólogo español.
—??? (& Entrevista trascendental): (1937-...; 1942).
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—EXTRAS: Soldado inmortal.
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Había mucha literatura en torno a él y a sus semejantes. Se decían fieles a sus señores, fieros guerreros que apenas se inmutaban al ser atravesados por el acero y, cuando sus enemigos lograban hacerlos sucumbir, volvían de entre los muertos para atormentarlos. Sin embargo, España a veces dudaba de las lealtades de sus semejantes, además de las suyas.
Víctimas del silencio: (1792).
Punto de fricción: (1796-1812).
Piezas cortas.
Señora mía, o vuestra: (1885).
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koolkat9 · 2 years
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Whumptober 2022: Day 4
Prompt: NO.4 Dead on your Feet: Hidden Injury || Waking up Disoriented || Can’t Pass Out
Relationship: England + Canada
Rating: T
Word Count: 637
Stay With Me
Arthur tapped his foot impatiently. Matthew should have been back from his infiltration mission hours ago. But he wasn’t, which was why Arthur was wide awake, listening for any sound that would signal his return. He was starting to nod off when someone entered his dugout. Upon hearing the thumping, Arthur sprung up and reached for his gun. “Arthur, it's me,” the intruder whispered, “It’s Matthew.”
Arthur lowered his gun and sure enough, at the entrance stood Matthew. He was leaning heavily against the wall, clutching his side, but he was here. Arthur stumbled off his cot towards his ward. “Christ, what happened to you lad?” He asked as he looked Matthew over.
“I-I’m fine…Just a little flesh wound is all.”
Matthew tried to step forward but his legs buckled. Luckily, Arthur was there to catch him before he fell to the floor. He helped Matthew over to the cot and sat him down. Quickly he took off Matthew’s jacket and lifted his shirt. He found the boy’s side to be a bloody mess, literally. “Oh, God…” Arthur breathed out, “Did you walk all the way across No Man’s Land like this?”
Matthew looked away. “Maybe…”
“God damn it.”
Arthur rushed over to where he kept some spare medical supplies and grabbed some bandages and a cloth. He poured some water from his canteen and started cleaning the bullet wounds.
Matthew slumped forward, head resting on Arthur’s shoulder. “You’ve got to stay with me, poppet,” Arthur murmured.
“I’m…Fine…”
Arthur worked as quickly as he could, cleaning and bandaging the wounds and whispering for Matthew to stay awake.
“There,” He sighed, pulling back, and checking his work. They were a little sloppy, but they would do. “Matthew?”
“Th…Thank you…Dad…” Matthew's eyes fluttered closed and leaned against Arthur once more.
"Matt–" He sighed, hair carding through Matthew's matted tuffs. "Sleep well, love.
When Matthew came to, the whole room was spinning. When he tried to move there was a piercing pain in his side. He took in a sharp breath.
His heart was hammering in his chest, he couldn’t recall where he was, only that it was dark, cold, and the stench of death hung in the air. He wanted to scream and thrash and he couldn’t explain why. Nothing seemed right and he felt fear tearing at him from the inside.
“Oh!” A surprised voice came from across the room. The bed dipped under someone’s weight. Matthew tensed. “Are you awake dear?”
The voice was familiar, soft, warm. “Can you hear me Matthew?” they called.
A hand found its way onto his and gave it a squeeze. The young nation groaned.
“There you are. You’re going to be just fine, lad.”
“Dad?” Matthew rasped.
“Yes. Yes, I’m right here poppet.”
Matthew’s vision was blurry, but he could make out his guardian’s messy blond locks and bulky uniform that never fit him just right. Though fear still gnawed at him, knowing Arthur was there made it just a bit more bearable.
“You’ll be out of it for a little while, in pain, but you should be more or less well enough to be up and about by tomorrow or the next day,” Arthur explained.
Matthew nodded, though he still felt scared. For all their healing and revival abilities, getting injured and nearly killed never got easier. He weakly gripped at Arthur’s hand.
“Don’t worry Matthew. I’m not going anywhere.”
Matthew swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.
Arthur’s thumb brushed against his wet cheek. Matthew hadn’t even realized he had been crying until now. “Shhh…Just rest. I’ll stay right here, I assure you.”
“O-Okay.”
“That’s a good lad.”
With Arthur by his side, Matthew let his heavy eyelids slip closed. It wasn’t long before sleep took him once more, Arthur softly humming to send him off peacefully.
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hetagrammy · 1 year
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Currently having a lot of thoughts about Germany's character as I come to the end of my History of Modern Germany course
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