Save This Poor Sinner! (a Prussia fic)
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kiramaru7Title: Save This Poor Sinner!
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Prussia, Gilbird, mention of Hungary
Genres: dramedy
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1217
Summary: Prussia is worried he’s going to hell after getting a glimpse of Hungary’s cleavage…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.
Author’s note 2: Special thanks to my friend, Kat, for giving me a title
Author’s note 3: This takes place immediately after the infamous encounter between Prussia and Hungary where he offers to bind her wounds with his crotch cloth. Head!canon says they’re in what would be their teens if they were people instead of the personification of countries.
Author’s note 4: This was written for DA’s “drawing-Circle” comm’s “Oh the Feels” contest.
For n0t-chan... whose posting of a monastic chant inspired this...
Prussia took off his cassock and tossed it at Hungary. He was mortified over what he had just said to her and how he had acted when the truth that she was really a woman was literally revealed to him. He was also upset over the fact he could not get the image of her naked bosom out of his head and the resulting impure thoughts that followed. To make matters worse, a certain part of his anatomy was tenting his tights in a way that was extremely noticeable. Prussia wanted the earth to open before him so he could jump in and hide. To top it off, he was deathly afraid of going to hell because he had stopped to help a friend.
He sighed softly, thinking how unfair life was as he trudged on back to his Order. Luckily, he was able to get his thoughts, and body, under control before long. Nodding brusquely at those who had greeted him, Prussia made his way to the Order’s chapel. Pulling open the heavy oak door, he slipped inside, shutting it behind him. His footsteps echoed softly as he made his way to the altar. Kneeling in front of it, he made the sign of the cross. “In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti… amen,” he said in Latin, having been born a Catholic Order. Hands clasped together, he moved onto the Lord’s Prayer, the old Latin words coming out in a rush as his thoughts strayed to Hungary again.
“Pater noster qui es in caelis, Sanctificétur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua in terra, Sicut est in caelo. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie. Et dimitte nobis debita nostra, Sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem; Sed libera nos a malo. Quia tuum est regnum, Potentia et gloria, Et in sæculum sæculi… Amen.”
Prussia closed his eyes, his breathing ragged as he repeated the prayer. Please, Holy Father, forgive me… I am a poor sinner, whose thoughts are impure…My friend… oh, Lord, Heavenly Father, Help me! I don’t want to go to hell! He could feel the sting of unshed tears beneath his lids and taking a ragged breath, he began to recite the Hail Mary, his voice soft and raspy.
“Ave Maria, gratia plena. Dominum nostrum tecum est. Benedicta tu inter mulieres, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Jesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae… Amen.”
Please, Mary, Mother of God, pray for this sinner! My friend, who I thought was a boy… my friend is really a woman… Please, Mary, please… I can’t stop having impure thoughts about her… I saw her naked bosom… and I made lewd remarks at her about dressing her wounds, well at the time I thought she was a guy and Mary, Mother of God, please forgive, I was just kidding around about dressing her wounds with my crotch cloth, because I thought she was a guy, but then you already know that… Anyway, I only insisted because she was resisting and that’s what guys do, kid each other about stuff like that, but then I realized just how perverted it was after I saw her naked bosom and Oh… God… He groaned softly as the image of Hungary’s exposed cleavage came to mind and a certain part of his anatomy began getting hard again. Damn it! Sorry, I felt my body betraying me again where he, I mean she, is concerned… Mary, Mother of God, I used to wish he was a woman, I mean she… I don’t know what I mean anymore… I just don’t want to go to hell! I love her! And I wanted to help her, Please, Jesus, help me! Save this poor sinner!!
A soft sob echoed in the chapel. Prussia looked around, startled by the noise, until he realized much to his chagrin that he had made it. He made the sign of the cross, “In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti… Amen,” and sitting back on his heels, he looked up at the altar piece for guidance. The young country sat there, waiting for a sign from God that all was forgiven. After a while, he made the sign of the cross again and repeated the old prayers in Latin as penance for his sins. Prussia hoped that would help, if not, he was afraid that he was surely doomed to an eternal afterlife of rotting in the deepest, darkest depths of hell.
“Please, help me, God!” he wailed when salvation arrived in the form of his little avian friend, who he called “Gilbird.”
“Cheep, cheep!” the little yellow bird peeped. He flew against the window, trying to get the young country’s attention. “Cheep, cheep!!”
Prussia looked up at the sound of the noise and hastily wiped the tears from his face. He saw his little avian friend fluttering against the glass and rose unsteadily to his feet. His muscles cramping from the afternoon spent on his knees, Prussia staggered over to the window and opened it. Gilbird flew in to perch on his shoulder. He hopped up and down along the length of Prussia’s shoulder, trying to get his attention.
“What do you want?” Prussia asked, getting more frantic cheeping in reply. It may not have been the guidance he had been asking for, but Prussia had forgotten not only about Hungary’s cleavage, but his fears about going to hell. Holding up his hand, he waited for Gilbird to land on his finger. “What’s that…?
“Cheep cheep peeping!” Gilbird replied.
Prussia sighed softly. “Here, let me see what’s wrong with your leg…” He carefully took hold of his avian friend and maneuvered the little bird in his hand so that he was able to untie the bit of blue fabric tied around his leg. A small scrap of paper fluttered to the floor. Letting go of Gilbird, Prussia bent down to retrieve it. Picking it up, he felt a moment of panic, when he recognized Hungary’s scrawling script, but he read the note none-the-less.
Thanks, Dumbass.
Short, sweet and to the point, Prussia ran hand over his face. You’re the dumbass! What woman runs around, insisting she’s a guy? Only a stupid dumbass! He rolled his eyes, and feeling a bit better, slipped out of the chapel and headed back to his cell. This time, instead of thinking impure thoughts, Prussia focused on the battles they had waged through the years and all the times they had spent together, growing up. Upon reaching his cell, he entered and put on his spare cassock, Gilbird keeping him company. He sat there, reading his Bible until the vesper bell sounded, signaling it was time for vespers. He left his cell, filing in with the other monks, adding his voice to the soft chanting as they made their way to the chapel.
He stood there with the others, chanting the evening prayers, his heart feeling light. It was moments like this and on the battlefield that he truly felt alive. By the time the evening meal was served, Hungary had been forgotten as he listened to the stories his fellow monks told. She would resurface later, to haunt his dreams, but by then, he was beyond caring…
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Prussia, Gilbird, mention of Hungary
Genres: dramedy
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1217
Summary: Prussia is worried he’s going to hell after getting a glimpse of Hungary’s cleavage…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.
Author’s note 2: Special thanks to my friend, Kat, for giving me a title
Author’s note 3: This takes place immediately after the infamous encounter between Prussia and Hungary where he offers to bind her wounds with his crotch cloth. Head!canon says they’re in what would be their teens if they were people instead of the personification of countries.
Author’s note 4: This was written for DA’s “drawing-Circle” comm’s “Oh the Feels” contest.
For n0t-chan... whose posting of a monastic chant inspired this...
Prussia took off his cassock and tossed it at Hungary. He was mortified over what he had just said to her and how he had acted when the truth that she was really a woman was literally revealed to him. He was also upset over the fact he could not get the image of her naked bosom out of his head and the resulting impure thoughts that followed. To make matters worse, a certain part of his anatomy was tenting his tights in a way that was extremely noticeable. Prussia wanted the earth to open before him so he could jump in and hide. To top it off, he was deathly afraid of going to hell because he had stopped to help a friend.
He sighed softly, thinking how unfair life was as he trudged on back to his Order. Luckily, he was able to get his thoughts, and body, under control before long. Nodding brusquely at those who had greeted him, Prussia made his way to the Order’s chapel. Pulling open the heavy oak door, he slipped inside, shutting it behind him. His footsteps echoed softly as he made his way to the altar. Kneeling in front of it, he made the sign of the cross. “In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti… amen,” he said in Latin, having been born a Catholic Order. Hands clasped together, he moved onto the Lord’s Prayer, the old Latin words coming out in a rush as his thoughts strayed to Hungary again.
“Pater noster qui es in caelis, Sanctificétur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua in terra, Sicut est in caelo. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie. Et dimitte nobis debita nostra, Sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem; Sed libera nos a malo. Quia tuum est regnum, Potentia et gloria, Et in sæculum sæculi… Amen.”
Prussia closed his eyes, his breathing ragged as he repeated the prayer. Please, Holy Father, forgive me… I am a poor sinner, whose thoughts are impure…My friend… oh, Lord, Heavenly Father, Help me! I don’t want to go to hell! He could feel the sting of unshed tears beneath his lids and taking a ragged breath, he began to recite the Hail Mary, his voice soft and raspy.
“Ave Maria, gratia plena. Dominum nostrum tecum est. Benedicta tu inter mulieres, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Jesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae… Amen.”
Please, Mary, Mother of God, pray for this sinner! My friend, who I thought was a boy… my friend is really a woman… Please, Mary, please… I can’t stop having impure thoughts about her… I saw her naked bosom… and I made lewd remarks at her about dressing her wounds, well at the time I thought she was a guy and Mary, Mother of God, please forgive, I was just kidding around about dressing her wounds with my crotch cloth, because I thought she was a guy, but then you already know that… Anyway, I only insisted because she was resisting and that’s what guys do, kid each other about stuff like that, but then I realized just how perverted it was after I saw her naked bosom and Oh… God… He groaned softly as the image of Hungary’s exposed cleavage came to mind and a certain part of his anatomy began getting hard again. Damn it! Sorry, I felt my body betraying me again where he, I mean she, is concerned… Mary, Mother of God, I used to wish he was a woman, I mean she… I don’t know what I mean anymore… I just don’t want to go to hell! I love her! And I wanted to help her, Please, Jesus, help me! Save this poor sinner!!
A soft sob echoed in the chapel. Prussia looked around, startled by the noise, until he realized much to his chagrin that he had made it. He made the sign of the cross, “In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti… Amen,” and sitting back on his heels, he looked up at the altar piece for guidance. The young country sat there, waiting for a sign from God that all was forgiven. After a while, he made the sign of the cross again and repeated the old prayers in Latin as penance for his sins. Prussia hoped that would help, if not, he was afraid that he was surely doomed to an eternal afterlife of rotting in the deepest, darkest depths of hell.
“Please, help me, God!” he wailed when salvation arrived in the form of his little avian friend, who he called “Gilbird.”
“Cheep, cheep!” the little yellow bird peeped. He flew against the window, trying to get the young country’s attention. “Cheep, cheep!!”
Prussia looked up at the sound of the noise and hastily wiped the tears from his face. He saw his little avian friend fluttering against the glass and rose unsteadily to his feet. His muscles cramping from the afternoon spent on his knees, Prussia staggered over to the window and opened it. Gilbird flew in to perch on his shoulder. He hopped up and down along the length of Prussia’s shoulder, trying to get his attention.
“What do you want?” Prussia asked, getting more frantic cheeping in reply. It may not have been the guidance he had been asking for, but Prussia had forgotten not only about Hungary’s cleavage, but his fears about going to hell. Holding up his hand, he waited for Gilbird to land on his finger. “What’s that…?
“Cheep cheep peeping!” Gilbird replied.
Prussia sighed softly. “Here, let me see what’s wrong with your leg…” He carefully took hold of his avian friend and maneuvered the little bird in his hand so that he was able to untie the bit of blue fabric tied around his leg. A small scrap of paper fluttered to the floor. Letting go of Gilbird, Prussia bent down to retrieve it. Picking it up, he felt a moment of panic, when he recognized Hungary’s scrawling script, but he read the note none-the-less.
Thanks, Dumbass.
Short, sweet and to the point, Prussia ran hand over his face. You’re the dumbass! What woman runs around, insisting she’s a guy? Only a stupid dumbass! He rolled his eyes, and feeling a bit better, slipped out of the chapel and headed back to his cell. This time, instead of thinking impure thoughts, Prussia focused on the battles they had waged through the years and all the times they had spent together, growing up. Upon reaching his cell, he entered and put on his spare cassock, Gilbird keeping him company. He sat there, reading his Bible until the vesper bell sounded, signaling it was time for vespers. He left his cell, filing in with the other monks, adding his voice to the soft chanting as they made their way to the chapel.
He stood there with the others, chanting the evening prayers, his heart feeling light. It was moments like this and on the battlefield that he truly felt alive. By the time the evening meal was served, Hungary had been forgotten as he listened to the stories his fellow monks told. She would resurface later, to haunt his dreams, but by then, he was beyond caring…
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Date: 2013-04-13 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-04-13 11:46 am (UTC)Poor guy, so mortified and confused and a dumbass... XD You nailed it!
Prussia was gawking at Hungary's boobs and she was ogling his ass - they're hilarious, every time :) Loved Gilbird as the medieval text message, so cute :)
And I could really see Prussia and his brothers chanting - such an ethereal image, I loved it.
This was great fun and I'm so glad you wrote this - Thank you, liebschen!
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Date: 2013-04-13 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-13 05:10 pm (UTC)*blushes* Thanks! I know, right? Awe... he's cute, isn't he? ;p
Thanks! Yeah, I played that chant on an endless loop while I was writing this. It was very inspiring!
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!! You're welcome, liebschen! *huggles*
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Date: 2013-04-13 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-13 09:01 pm (UTC)I loved it! Thanks again! :D
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Date: 2013-04-14 02:41 pm (UTC)I'm sooo glad you did! You're welcome! :D
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Date: 2013-04-14 05:20 pm (UTC)I am posting my own take on the chant's inspiration as we speak :)
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Date: 2013-04-14 06:38 pm (UTC)Sweet!! I can't wait to read it!! *runs over there*