ᵃᶜʰᵉⁱʳᵒᵖᵒⁱᵉᵗᵒˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ

20.05.2023

It was very fun to make lol

(bravo les lesbiennes 🥀🥀)

(Image from Shiroi heya no futari)

It was a Pruspol fic. I don't ship Pruspol. I read the fic. I do now.

I have been left broken and wounded yet reborn anew after reading this piece of fiction and I don't know what to do with myself. I am actively summoning the courage to ask the author if I may write an English translation, even though I know the English language won't posses the same elegance to capture the pure emotion and beauty of the written Polish. I wonder if anyone would be interested to read.

I swear if there was an English version it would have reached Lily of the Lamplight-levels of popularity AT LEAST. I would so read this in English

I first started reading this fic on Wattpad years ago, back when I just got into Hetalia, because I thought the name sounded cool. I didn't finish it back then, maybe it was too long for the 11 year old me. But even just a few chapters left such a strong impression on me. I have based my entire perception of Fela and Gilbert, and their relationship off of this work

I rediscovered it a few months ago on ao3 and man, I can't even put into words how I felt after being done with reading 100 000 words of straight literary peak.

I especially love the compass symbolizm, and Ludwig's mental journey. Dare I say that in my opinion that part was handled and explored way better than in Auf Wiedersehn, Sweetheart? I love this competent and determined, but still on occasion emotional, version of Feliks. I love how the A and B plots are inherently entangled with each other. AND I LOVE GILBERT SO MUCH, he was so caring towards his brother. I'm such a sucker for sibling angst

The compass symbolism was sooooo gut-wrenchingly good and genuinely my heart squeezes every time I think about it. And I absolutely ADORED how all the plot points were tied together so well!! I think that was one of my favourite aspects of the entire fic, seriously. It was so heartbreaking how every action, even the smaller ones, had a consequence that eventually came back to haunt them. All the characters were written in such a painfully beautiful and human way, and so were their relationships with eachother. Gilbert, Ludwig, Feliks.... My heart (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠)

I got permission(woo!!!) and have been slowly working on the translation and oh my goddd ヘ⁠(⁠￣⁠ω⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠) I am having the time of my life picking apart every aspect of the author's writing and word choice and style,,, gahh it's been great.

Honestly I blame this fic for giving me inspiration to draw like, 5 different PrusPol projects that I have absolutely no time for lol

And also I really hope that KaiShouri will write some PrusPol again, I like her LietPol content, but every single thing she wrote about PrusPol just hits different, from a 100k word fic to a oneshot hidden in the depths of Wattpad

I'm having a loooot of fun poking at the question of what Ludwig even *is* when his body isn't something that came into existence along with his mind, but rather something that already existed and he received to occupy.

Usually, a person's name is, in the simplest terms, a sound you put to a face, and usually, even when that name changes, or the person it belongs to changes, there's continuity, a sense that what was before is intrinsically tied to what is now. Not so here; it's a clean cut. Holy Rome out, Ludwig in. The shell is the same, but what it houses isn't. Is the body still Holy Rome, somehow? Was it ever, or is just a box? What is a nation's body? It's scary to think that what *you* are is intangible and what you *are*, your body, could belong to anyone. Anything.