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kiramaru7Title: Of Memories and Music
Author: kira
Prompt: Spirit
Character(s): Prussia, mention of Frederick II
Word Count: 763
Rating: PG
Summary: Prussia spends the day wandering around Sans Souci, remembering his past with Old Fritz…
Author’s note: Thanks go out to my beta, Jen, for looking this over and giving me a title.
Prussia walked around the grounds of Sans Souci with the other tourists. It was the first time he had been back since his beloved Fritz had been laid to rest beside his beloved dogs in the courtyard after centuries of being interred elsewhere. As he walked long, he felt as though all he had to do was stop and turn around, and he would see Frederick standing there, his dogs at his heels. Prussia could hear him in his head entreating him to hurry up as he wanted to go riding. He sighed softly. Frederick’s spirit seemed to haunt his steps and it left him feeling sad and lonely, the old feelings of loss coming back with a vengeance.
Taking a potato out of his pocket, Prussia laid it on his beloved Fritz’s grave marker, a simple rectangular slab of stone that read, “Friedrich der Grosse.” He also laid the small bouquet of flowers he had brought with him on it. “I’m glad you’re home, Fritz,” he said softly in French, knowing Frederick’s love of that language. “But I miss you terribly.”
A gently breeze blew past him, almost as if Frederick’s spirit was trying to tell him how much he had missed him as well. Prussia stood up and dusted the knees of his pants off. He wiped away a tear with his fingertips, nodding towards the group of school girls that had stopped to look at him. One had taken a step a forward to ask if he was okay.
“Yeah, I’m too awesome to be anything else.” Flashing his trademark smirk at them, they giggled and moved on. It faded when the girls headed in the direction of the terraced gardens and Prussia let out a small sigh. He had the feeling he should have brought his brother with him as the feeling of loss was threatening to overwhelm him. Germany’s presence at Frederick’s re-interment really did help ease the pain of losing him again. Plastering a smile on his face as he knew Frederick would have hated to see him looking so sad, Prussia decided to go visit the palace.
Funneling inside with all the other tourists, he felt his spirits lifting as he suddenly felt like he was home again. Things were exactly as he remembered them to be and he was glad that the only changes Frederick’s relatives had made to the place were mostly cosmetic. Prussia smiled when a memory of Frederick and Voltaire arguing over nonsense as they entered the Marmorsaal from one of the adjoining rooms came to mind. It was shortly after that the French philosopher departed for France and peace descended upon the little palace once again. Other memories flooded his mind as he walked around, but his earlier sadness seemed to have gone. Even when he stepped into the room where Frederick had died and saw the simple armchair and side table, Prussia felt only a brief pang of loss. He figured it was because the king’s presence was so strong here that it was more of a comfort than anything else.
“Hey, Fritz,” he said softly in French, “Coming here, didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would… So, I guess this means I’ll be back.” Prussia smiled when he heard the faint echo of Frederick’s laughter in his head. “They’re having some sort of concert here tonight, some famous flautist is supposed to play a selection of your work. He’s even going to play a flute like the one you used to play.” Prussia paused to let some people go by. “And, Fritz, while I know he won’t be half as good as you are, and if he is, good for him, but ummm… I’ll come back tomorrow and let you know how it was. It’ll be nice to hear your music again and ummm… I’d better get going, people are starting to look at me funny and it isn’t my horrible French either.” He smiled ruefully. “Until tomorrow, Fritz…”
Looking at his watch as he turned to go, Prussia was glad his brother was meeting him here an about an hour. He hoped hearing the music that Frederick had written would give Germany an idea of what life was like when he lived here all those centuries ago with Frederick and why he missed him so much. One can only hope… he thought as he left the palace and walked down the stairs that were flanked by terraced gardens. His spirits lifted, Prussia left the grounds of Sans Souci for his hotel.
Until we meet again, Fritz…
Author: kira
Prompt: Spirit
Character(s): Prussia, mention of Frederick II
Word Count: 763
Rating: PG
Summary: Prussia spends the day wandering around Sans Souci, remembering his past with Old Fritz…
Author’s note: Thanks go out to my beta, Jen, for looking this over and giving me a title.
Prussia walked around the grounds of Sans Souci with the other tourists. It was the first time he had been back since his beloved Fritz had been laid to rest beside his beloved dogs in the courtyard after centuries of being interred elsewhere. As he walked long, he felt as though all he had to do was stop and turn around, and he would see Frederick standing there, his dogs at his heels. Prussia could hear him in his head entreating him to hurry up as he wanted to go riding. He sighed softly. Frederick’s spirit seemed to haunt his steps and it left him feeling sad and lonely, the old feelings of loss coming back with a vengeance.
Taking a potato out of his pocket, Prussia laid it on his beloved Fritz’s grave marker, a simple rectangular slab of stone that read, “Friedrich der Grosse.” He also laid the small bouquet of flowers he had brought with him on it. “I’m glad you’re home, Fritz,” he said softly in French, knowing Frederick’s love of that language. “But I miss you terribly.”
A gently breeze blew past him, almost as if Frederick’s spirit was trying to tell him how much he had missed him as well. Prussia stood up and dusted the knees of his pants off. He wiped away a tear with his fingertips, nodding towards the group of school girls that had stopped to look at him. One had taken a step a forward to ask if he was okay.
“Yeah, I’m too awesome to be anything else.” Flashing his trademark smirk at them, they giggled and moved on. It faded when the girls headed in the direction of the terraced gardens and Prussia let out a small sigh. He had the feeling he should have brought his brother with him as the feeling of loss was threatening to overwhelm him. Germany’s presence at Frederick’s re-interment really did help ease the pain of losing him again. Plastering a smile on his face as he knew Frederick would have hated to see him looking so sad, Prussia decided to go visit the palace.
Funneling inside with all the other tourists, he felt his spirits lifting as he suddenly felt like he was home again. Things were exactly as he remembered them to be and he was glad that the only changes Frederick’s relatives had made to the place were mostly cosmetic. Prussia smiled when a memory of Frederick and Voltaire arguing over nonsense as they entered the Marmorsaal from one of the adjoining rooms came to mind. It was shortly after that the French philosopher departed for France and peace descended upon the little palace once again. Other memories flooded his mind as he walked around, but his earlier sadness seemed to have gone. Even when he stepped into the room where Frederick had died and saw the simple armchair and side table, Prussia felt only a brief pang of loss. He figured it was because the king’s presence was so strong here that it was more of a comfort than anything else.
“Hey, Fritz,” he said softly in French, “Coming here, didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would… So, I guess this means I’ll be back.” Prussia smiled when he heard the faint echo of Frederick’s laughter in his head. “They’re having some sort of concert here tonight, some famous flautist is supposed to play a selection of your work. He’s even going to play a flute like the one you used to play.” Prussia paused to let some people go by. “And, Fritz, while I know he won’t be half as good as you are, and if he is, good for him, but ummm… I’ll come back tomorrow and let you know how it was. It’ll be nice to hear your music again and ummm… I’d better get going, people are starting to look at me funny and it isn’t my horrible French either.” He smiled ruefully. “Until tomorrow, Fritz…”
Looking at his watch as he turned to go, Prussia was glad his brother was meeting him here an about an hour. He hoped hearing the music that Frederick had written would give Germany an idea of what life was like when he lived here all those centuries ago with Frederick and why he missed him so much. One can only hope… he thought as he left the palace and walked down the stairs that were flanked by terraced gardens. His spirits lifted, Prussia left the grounds of Sans Souci for his hotel.
Until we meet again, Fritz…
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