Prussia [Gilbert Beilschmidt] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bettertoburnout) wrote2012-06-22 08:16 pm
bettertoburnout) wrote2012-06-22 08:16 pm
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Character: Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt)
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character Notes:
History:
There was a time when Prussia wasn’t Prussia. More specifically, he got his start as a confederation of Catholic soldiers called the Teutonic Knights. Back in these days, he hung out with Hungary. Well, and tried to invade Russia only to get defeated by an icy lake, but the former’s more important. Hanging out with Hungary typically involved being rivals with her. Scoping out weaknesses, fighting, stuff like that. He also was around when she figured out she was actually a she and not a he, which was awkward and traumatic for all involved. He still went around causing fights, lots of them, and one day picked a fight with Poland over the whole Catholic order thing.
It didn’t go well for what would soon be Prussia. He lost because Lithuania showed up and kicked his ass. In the long aftermath and one protestant revolution later, Prussia formed officially. Prussia still wasn’t a particularly powerful or united country, but that all changed when Frederick the Great showed up. Almost everything that makes Prussia Prussia, he got from him, from the militaristic streak to the cunning to the work ethic. He picked a fight with Austria over Silesia, in the process kicking off the War of Austrian Succession and proving an effective trial run for Prussia’s tactics in the future. They won battle after battle, holding onto most of the territories, and when the Seven Years War rolled around at about the same time, they kicked plenty of ass and took quite a few names. Long story short? Frederick the Great set the standard Prussia holds himself to, to the point that Prussia calls his former boss Old Fritz.
In 1871, Prussia pushed France until France declared war on him (sensing a pattern here), won that war, and united all the lands around Prussia in the holy duty of kicking ass. They kicked so much ass that they stayed united and formed Germany. Prussia ended up teaching Germany pretty much everything he knows, treating him like a little brother. They worked hard together, but then they ended up on the losing end of World War I, which dovetailed into the nightmare that was World War II. Somewhere in the Post World War II shuffle, Prussia got dissolved and turned into East Germany, a subsidy of Russia. Ever since, Prussia’s been seven kinds of pissed off at Russia, and it took a lot of help from his brother to chill out.
In 1989, the two halves of Germany came back together, but that sort of left Prussia in a bit of a pickle. With East Germany gone, there isn’t all that much holding Prussia’s identity together. Until (and even that’s a big if) he disappears, though, he’s crashing in Germany’s basement and raising his usual levels of hell.
Personality:
Prussia is, at almost all times, a gigantic loud mouth. No, really. His laugh is loud, the chick that he keeps with him is loud, his entire attitude from head to toe is loud, and he makes absolutely zero apologies for this. He’s a nation founded entirely by dudes, and army dudes at that, so the three things he loves most are eating, sleeping, and fighting. His fourth favorite thing is, of course, proving how awesome he is. This often overlaps with fighting. He loves to pick fights, and if he’s not picking the fight, you can be very sure he’s got a dog in it. He’s boisterous and braggy if he wins, and he’s even more intolerable when he loses. Even minor losses and setbacks are met with an increase in claims of awesomeness. He writes in his diary every day, and almost every entry begins with a variation of ‘I was awesome today’.
Of course, there is no way that anyone can be half as awesome as Prussia claims he is, even Prussia himself. Almost all his attempts at conquering people don’t work out, and if they do, they don’t work out for long. That’s the least of his problems with others. His gigantic ego is at best obnoxious. At worst, it’s intolerable. He spends almost all his time freeloading off Germany in his basement, these days. Prussia also doesn’t have as high as a success record as his ego would like. Continuing along the fail train, he also has a fondness for cute things, especially his chick, Gilbird. He also spends a lot of time torpedoing other people’s relationships when he’s bored, and overall tends to act like a gigantic troll. The internet kind, not the actual ones.
Most of the reason he torpedoes his other people’s relationships is that he’s really very lonely. As much as he hates to admit it, and boy does he hate to admit it, Prussia has an emotional core. Not all those emotions are awesome. In fact, most of them aren’t. So, in order to prevent anyone finding out about how lonely he is, he tends to overstate and overemphasize and over-everything exactly how awesome he is. Or, putting it bluntly? He lapses into denial. Continuing along the emotions theme, he values his former boss Old Fritz to an incredible degree. Nothing seems to bring him down more than feeling like he let his mentor down. Along the same lines, he does care a great deal for his friends. That goes double for Germany, who’s something along the lines of his little brother.
Prussia actually is sort of awesome, if not for the things he claims he’s awesome for. Yes, he’s a loudmouth, jerkass, obnoxious brat, but he’s all of those things and *still alive*. Prussia is a very determined sort, and doesn’t give up no matter what’s happening to him. He built himself up from literally nothing more than an order of knights to become one of the most powerful nations in Europe, and he did it with cunning and almost entirely by himself. Even now, he manages to still exist. Sure, it’s in Germany’s basement, but he’s still here and that’s the very important thing. Speaking of that cunning, it turns out that Prussia is a very methodical, careful planner, and a bit more serious than he generally lets on. He keeps all his diary entries for blackmail that won’t actually go anywhere, after all. He writes in it every single day, which shows his diligence. He also has the same problem that Germany has: sometimes he obeys his bosses too much.
Also, for how big a game he talks and all the drinking he supposedly does? Those knights were Catholic. When he sees Hungary’s chest after an injury, he can’t even look at her and gets a pair of blush stickers for the rest of the scene. Just putting that out there.
Other: He’s being taken from Modern Times.
Additional Links: a fan wiki
First Person (entry type):
22 June, 2012
I was awesome today! Someone should give me medals in awesomeness, but if they did, they’d run out of gold before they got through all of mine. There’s a huge meeting going down in Mexico right now. Pretty much everyone who matters is stuck drowning in paperwork right now, while I get to lurk around the hotel and snoop on everyone’s shit. It’s not like I got kicked out or they forgot about me or West left me there! I don’t need those losers for anything! I’m so awesome it hurts! Spain’s still looking kind of sick, though. Then again, everyone is. I think I even saw West sneeze the other day, but you didn’t hear it from me. Oh! And another thing! France is still striking about his elections. Or something. He’s always striking about something. The socialists won both of them, I bet anything America’s flipping his shit about it.
See? Keep me in a hotel room all they like and I’ll still be more awesome than all of them combined.
Third Person:
The best thing about not being a nation anymore is nobody cares where he goes. Alright, West does, but West always keeps track of things like that. And sure, sometimes Spain and France stop in for awhile, but that’s not the point. By and large, nobody cares where he goes or what he does. Big mistake. One day he’ll make them sorry the way he used to, but today’s probably not that day. And honestly, today he’s happy nobody cares where he goes, because if they tried to follow him he’d punch them in the throat.
He’s walking in Potsdam. There’s so many schools here, sometimes even he loses track. People love to think that just because he can kick their ass before they can blink that somehow that makes him stupid. Well, fine, they can go ahead and think that. He doesn’t care what they think. How do they think he won so many wars? Got lucky? Please. There’s more to war than just swinging a sword around and charging. He knows that, and he’ll keep on knowing that, and they can suck it because they don’t know it.
It’s August, and the parks are scorching. There’s people in them, probably tourists, maybe officials. He doesn’t pay them any mind, because he’s on a whole other level than them. He’s got cornflowers in his cap. West’s flowers, technically, nowadays. They’re the right color blue, his color blue, and that makes it worth the possibility of being seen with them. He finds the place in the vineyards, almost unmarked and almost overlooked entirely if nobody knew any better. He knows better. Always has, always will.
He leaves the flowers on the stone overheating in the sun. “Still watching over me, yeah?” He says it in German, just to show him.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character Notes:
History:
There was a time when Prussia wasn’t Prussia. More specifically, he got his start as a confederation of Catholic soldiers called the Teutonic Knights. Back in these days, he hung out with Hungary. Well, and tried to invade Russia only to get defeated by an icy lake, but the former’s more important. Hanging out with Hungary typically involved being rivals with her. Scoping out weaknesses, fighting, stuff like that. He also was around when she figured out she was actually a she and not a he, which was awkward and traumatic for all involved. He still went around causing fights, lots of them, and one day picked a fight with Poland over the whole Catholic order thing.
It didn’t go well for what would soon be Prussia. He lost because Lithuania showed up and kicked his ass. In the long aftermath and one protestant revolution later, Prussia formed officially. Prussia still wasn’t a particularly powerful or united country, but that all changed when Frederick the Great showed up. Almost everything that makes Prussia Prussia, he got from him, from the militaristic streak to the cunning to the work ethic. He picked a fight with Austria over Silesia, in the process kicking off the War of Austrian Succession and proving an effective trial run for Prussia’s tactics in the future. They won battle after battle, holding onto most of the territories, and when the Seven Years War rolled around at about the same time, they kicked plenty of ass and took quite a few names. Long story short? Frederick the Great set the standard Prussia holds himself to, to the point that Prussia calls his former boss Old Fritz.
In 1871, Prussia pushed France until France declared war on him (sensing a pattern here), won that war, and united all the lands around Prussia in the holy duty of kicking ass. They kicked so much ass that they stayed united and formed Germany. Prussia ended up teaching Germany pretty much everything he knows, treating him like a little brother. They worked hard together, but then they ended up on the losing end of World War I, which dovetailed into the nightmare that was World War II. Somewhere in the Post World War II shuffle, Prussia got dissolved and turned into East Germany, a subsidy of Russia. Ever since, Prussia’s been seven kinds of pissed off at Russia, and it took a lot of help from his brother to chill out.
In 1989, the two halves of Germany came back together, but that sort of left Prussia in a bit of a pickle. With East Germany gone, there isn’t all that much holding Prussia’s identity together. Until (and even that’s a big if) he disappears, though, he’s crashing in Germany’s basement and raising his usual levels of hell.
Personality:
Prussia is, at almost all times, a gigantic loud mouth. No, really. His laugh is loud, the chick that he keeps with him is loud, his entire attitude from head to toe is loud, and he makes absolutely zero apologies for this. He’s a nation founded entirely by dudes, and army dudes at that, so the three things he loves most are eating, sleeping, and fighting. His fourth favorite thing is, of course, proving how awesome he is. This often overlaps with fighting. He loves to pick fights, and if he’s not picking the fight, you can be very sure he’s got a dog in it. He’s boisterous and braggy if he wins, and he’s even more intolerable when he loses. Even minor losses and setbacks are met with an increase in claims of awesomeness. He writes in his diary every day, and almost every entry begins with a variation of ‘I was awesome today’.
Of course, there is no way that anyone can be half as awesome as Prussia claims he is, even Prussia himself. Almost all his attempts at conquering people don’t work out, and if they do, they don’t work out for long. That’s the least of his problems with others. His gigantic ego is at best obnoxious. At worst, it’s intolerable. He spends almost all his time freeloading off Germany in his basement, these days. Prussia also doesn’t have as high as a success record as his ego would like. Continuing along the fail train, he also has a fondness for cute things, especially his chick, Gilbird. He also spends a lot of time torpedoing other people’s relationships when he’s bored, and overall tends to act like a gigantic troll. The internet kind, not the actual ones.
Most of the reason he torpedoes his other people’s relationships is that he’s really very lonely. As much as he hates to admit it, and boy does he hate to admit it, Prussia has an emotional core. Not all those emotions are awesome. In fact, most of them aren’t. So, in order to prevent anyone finding out about how lonely he is, he tends to overstate and overemphasize and over-everything exactly how awesome he is. Or, putting it bluntly? He lapses into denial. Continuing along the emotions theme, he values his former boss Old Fritz to an incredible degree. Nothing seems to bring him down more than feeling like he let his mentor down. Along the same lines, he does care a great deal for his friends. That goes double for Germany, who’s something along the lines of his little brother.
Prussia actually is sort of awesome, if not for the things he claims he’s awesome for. Yes, he’s a loudmouth, jerkass, obnoxious brat, but he’s all of those things and *still alive*. Prussia is a very determined sort, and doesn’t give up no matter what’s happening to him. He built himself up from literally nothing more than an order of knights to become one of the most powerful nations in Europe, and he did it with cunning and almost entirely by himself. Even now, he manages to still exist. Sure, it’s in Germany’s basement, but he’s still here and that’s the very important thing. Speaking of that cunning, it turns out that Prussia is a very methodical, careful planner, and a bit more serious than he generally lets on. He keeps all his diary entries for blackmail that won’t actually go anywhere, after all. He writes in it every single day, which shows his diligence. He also has the same problem that Germany has: sometimes he obeys his bosses too much.
Also, for how big a game he talks and all the drinking he supposedly does? Those knights were Catholic. When he sees Hungary’s chest after an injury, he can’t even look at her and gets a pair of blush stickers for the rest of the scene. Just putting that out there.
Other: He’s being taken from Modern Times.
Additional Links: a fan wiki
First Person (entry type):
22 June, 2012
I was awesome today! Someone should give me medals in awesomeness, but if they did, they’d run out of gold before they got through all of mine. There’s a huge meeting going down in Mexico right now. Pretty much everyone who matters is stuck drowning in paperwork right now, while I get to lurk around the hotel and snoop on everyone’s shit. It’s not like I got kicked out or they forgot about me or West left me there! I don’t need those losers for anything! I’m so awesome it hurts! Spain’s still looking kind of sick, though. Then again, everyone is. I think I even saw West sneeze the other day, but you didn’t hear it from me. Oh! And another thing! France is still striking about his elections. Or something. He’s always striking about something. The socialists won both of them, I bet anything America’s flipping his shit about it.
See? Keep me in a hotel room all they like and I’ll still be more awesome than all of them combined.
Third Person:
The best thing about not being a nation anymore is nobody cares where he goes. Alright, West does, but West always keeps track of things like that. And sure, sometimes Spain and France stop in for awhile, but that’s not the point. By and large, nobody cares where he goes or what he does. Big mistake. One day he’ll make them sorry the way he used to, but today’s probably not that day. And honestly, today he’s happy nobody cares where he goes, because if they tried to follow him he’d punch them in the throat.
He’s walking in Potsdam. There’s so many schools here, sometimes even he loses track. People love to think that just because he can kick their ass before they can blink that somehow that makes him stupid. Well, fine, they can go ahead and think that. He doesn’t care what they think. How do they think he won so many wars? Got lucky? Please. There’s more to war than just swinging a sword around and charging. He knows that, and he’ll keep on knowing that, and they can suck it because they don’t know it.
It’s August, and the parks are scorching. There’s people in them, probably tourists, maybe officials. He doesn’t pay them any mind, because he’s on a whole other level than them. He’s got cornflowers in his cap. West’s flowers, technically, nowadays. They’re the right color blue, his color blue, and that makes it worth the possibility of being seen with them. He finds the place in the vineyards, almost unmarked and almost overlooked entirely if nobody knew any better. He knows better. Always has, always will.
He leaves the flowers on the stone overheating in the sun. “Still watching over me, yeah?” He says it in German, just to show him.