#ignore my lacking german in the 70s one -___________- i havent been on a plane since last year i dont remember wat they say

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since im posting old art here’s some germany i never got around to posting bc i thought it was 2 edgy. 1-4 r panels from a scrapped comic about the rise n fall of germany ca 1800-1920s. also 70s in the middle of everything bc y not! click keep reading to read an unedited excerpt from a unrequited gerame fanfic (that i also scrapped) :)

“Gilbert doesn’t put anyone above himself, and you’re a moron for letting yourself believe you were the exception,” Françoise told him, and Alfred still remembers the shape of her back in the setting sun’s red shine.

And then, a hundred years later, the exception came. The exception was nothing like an exception should be, it had quickly been given the nickname “the ugliest child in the world” by both its neighbouring countries –all of Europe actually– and its own politicians.

“Child,” Alfred had heard Austria say to Françoise after the defeat of Napoleon, “is a generous thing to call it, more like Prussia’s failed attempt to play God.”

Alfred saw this supposed child, named the German empire (a funny name considering what it was. Alfred had almost laughed outright at just that, never before had he seen an empire in this condition), once before the depression, and what had at first seemed like words formed out of Austria’s bitterness suddenly became objective truth. In appearance, Germany was nothing like a child apart from its short stature, it aroused no nurturing instincts, and had it been left at some poor, unsuspecting orphanage’s steps, it’d be left to starve.

Stitches disfigured Germany’s face and body, and one particular stitch in its left eyebrow weighed down heavily on its eyelid, keeping the child from being fully able to open the eye, or perhaps it was just the infection, judging by the way the nation’s eye leaked pink and yellow tears. As if it wasn’t already an eyesore, it was skinny as well and hurried after Prussia on swaying crutches, dressed in uniforms too nicely decorated for its young age and lithe frame. Its mere existence was a long list of complications: asthma, momentary blindness, recurrent seizures, necrosis patches due to infected stitches, always feverish and pale; had it been human a harsh wind would’ve brought death with it.

To say that Germany was Prussia’s attempt to play God was fair, but failed Germany would prove not to be. The boy nearly outgrew Russia as a young adult, and Alfred reckoned if Ludwig was to hit a human man, he could very well kill the man with one swing.

When Alfred met Ludwig again in 1927 –or maybe it was 1926 he couldn’t exactly recall– he didn’t at first believe that the man in front of him had been that same child he saw some decades ago. The man in front of him was taller than him, broader in the shoulders too and most surprisingly: healthy; only a few crookedly healed scars were all that remained of the sickly boy that once had stood before Alfred. Ludwig hadn’t even been able to close his hands into complete fists as a child, yet now he was strong enough to bend cutlery with one hand (well, he was irritated and drunk at that point but still).

More than a failed experiment, Ludwig was Gilbert’s miracle.

#ignore my lacking german in the 70s one -___________- i havent been on a plane since last year i dont remember wat they say #also i love the thought of germany developing body complex/insecurity about his looks bc all the adults around him as a kid bullied him for #his appearance #see last pic who wouldnt bully that #uhm also me n kiwis headcanon that germany cant handle stress at all he just begins consuming himself literally #hetalia #hws germany #tw body horror #i guess if any1 needs that #999art #hws prussia #hws austria #hws veneziano #ugliest kid in the word: germany