#ironbloodedprussian

He just…raises an eyebrow and slowly sips his whiskey. Then, he says, "Are you certain you could handle being rejected by two women at once?"

Critical damage. Man down.

"Once, perhaps." How the people would look at the world with eyes full of wonder, of infinite possibilities. How they walked among the shadows, eluding death and famine, how fragile human life is in comparison to the immortal. Times have changed, they've grown used to scars and strife. Children turning against their empires, turning into something that could no longer be contained. They stood at the precipice of greatness and eternity - but metal rusts and crowns turn to dust in the hands that once cradled. Bastards they are, unnatural and always watching.

They shouldn't exist. People see but do not observe, the power they hold is vast but so fleeting. They speak their names like old friends, their legends are but the faith in their people - looking for advice and comfort they could never provide. Keira sees herself in many, the children who fought to keep their innocence, the naivety, looking through rose coloured glasses and holding onto the hands of people who would do no harm. Life is cruel, theirs sacrificed to keep the stories alive. They are replaceable, for what is mortal flesh for except to become a stepping stone for a story greater than they could ever comprehend?

They're spoiled. Times have changed, the growth of technology and the advancements they can barely afford to keep up with. Every day, they lose pieces of themselves so that the many can thrive. So they can continue a cycle that is infinite, just as them.

@ironbloodedprussian

Arthur wasn't going to entertain the niceties. He wasn't keen on an unprompted allusion, especially coming from Gilbert whom he found to be unnecessarily severe at times. This was a significant conclusion for Arthur to make about a person, considering his own intense nature.

I apologize for the length of this post. After some thought, I decided to go for a fully German version, and give a brief explanation on why I picked this particular song.

AnnenMayKantereit – Oft Gefragt | Translation

The song deals primarily with themes of relationships, home, and belonging — not in the sense of a fixed place, but rather in the sense of an important person. For me, it reflects Germany’s complicated relationship with Prussia, but also with himself, as the question 'What is Heimat?/What does it mean to be German?' remains part of the broader political and cultural debate to this day. I have no home, I have only you You are home forever and for me Ich hab' keine Heimat, ich hab' nur dich Du bist zu Hause für immer und mich

Faber – Alles Gute | Translation

The song is about a person consumed by self-loathing, struggling deeply with self-acceptance, loneliness, and the search for belonging. To me, it reflects Germany’s profound struggle with his own identity and relation with patriotism/nationalism. Sure, he functions, and he’s certainly no stranger to chauvinism and prideful boasting, but beneath the surface, he can’t stand who he is. When you're shattered at the floor then You know where you belong When you're all alone You know what you were Wenn du dann am Boden bist Weißt du, wo du hingehörst Wenn du ganz alleine bist Weißt du, was du warst

Die Toten Hosen – Willkommen in Deutschland | Translation

This song is now 32 years old, yet its message feels sadly more relevant than ever. It takes an even more political turn, addressing themes of xenophobia, rising nationalism and the question of belonging in Germany. The lyrics call out the spread of blind hatred and urge the nation to confront it. In light of the current political climate, the song’s message strongly resonates with my interpretation of Germany. This is the country in which people don't understand that FOREIGN does not mean the same as 'hostile'. A country, in which visitors are only tolerated if they promise to leave soon Dies ist das Land, in dem man nicht versteht, Dass FREMD kein Wort für feindlich ist, In dem Besucher nur geduldet sind, Wenn sie versprechen, dass sie bald wieder gehen

Ikkimel – Böser Junge | Translation

Now for something light-heated—somehow. For all the (femdom) BDSM lovers out here, Mutter Ikkimel serves. The song is a provocative track that plays with themes of sexual dominance, role reversal and feminist empowerment by adopting the persona of a dominant woman who commands a submissive man, employing BDSM-inspired language and imagery. Plus, being a bit more of a feminist would suit Germany quite well. Shut up, leash on, honey, now it's the women's turn Listen to your mistress, build me one, my nails are too long Off to the kennel, another round Because you were a bad boy Schnauze halten, Leine an, Schatz, jetzt sind die Weiber dran Hör aufs Frauchen, bau ma' ein'n, meine Nägel sind zu lang Ab in' Zwinger, noch 'ne Runde Weil du warst ein böser Junge

Drunken Masters & Maxim K.I.Z. – Bier | Translation

An ode to beer overconsumption in Germany and the widespread social acceptance of this drug. You wait twelve years till you've got whiskey Beer comes freshly tapped in a split second I don't want your margarita, I don't want your caipirinha I head to the kitchen and christen my kids with Beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer Du wartest zwölf Jahre bis du Whiskey hast Bier kommt in Sekundenschnelle frischgezapft Ich will dein Margarita nicht, ich will dein Caipirinha nicht Ich gehe in die Küche und ich taufe meine Kinder mit Bier, Bier, Bier, Bier, Bier, Bier

Tagged by: brittunculii (that was fun, thank you <3) Tagging: mauerfrau, ironbloodedprussian, mightofrome