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Vienna, Truth, and EU
Title: Vienna, Truth, EU
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eskimo
Characters: Poland, Turkey (Austria, Prussia, Russia cameo)
Rating: G
Summary: Poland and Turkey through the years.
=============Vienna=============
He rode on one of those Arabian horses that the Europeans coveted so much. It was black with a white diamond mark upon its forehead as if it had been touched by some sort of god and all on the battlefield knew that the man who rode upon it’s back was one to be feared.
His advisors told him he should just burn the city down to the ground but no, he wanted the city intact. He, the Ottoman Empire, wanted to see Austria’s face when he took his precious city away from him. In the air, he could smell smoke and saw the jewel of Austria glow orange with fire in the night. So the aristocrat was burning down the last of his buildings? He was getting desperate.
Suddenly, there was silence in the air and the smell of smoke grew stronger from all around him. He could hear the beating of hooves and pounding feet in the background. From behind Vienna’s walls, the Turk could hear the Austrians cheering and he turned around.
Upon the hill, he saw the faces of the Holy League looking down on him. Their faces appeared hollow in the bonfires that they burned around them. At the front, he could see two men on horses-- one white and one brown.
Hah, coming to battle on a white horse! Turkey was already gambling that the fool on the white horse would be the first to die. He watched the rider of the brown horse raise his hand in the air as the sun began to rise behind him and the army. Beside the brown horse, the rider of the white horse pulled back their reigns, causing his horse to rise on its hind legs. Both white horse and rider appeared golden in the rising sun. Then, one of the two (the Turk wasn’t sure who) began to yell, “Vienna!” All raised their banners and weapons into the air before charging down the hill.
The rider of the brown horse was first to be engaged in battle. Raising his sword into the air, the rider pierced through the Ottoman men as if they were blades of grass. Turkey could tell by his Polish battle cries that the rider was from the Commonwealth and went to deal with the rider. He swung his sword at the rider of the brown horse. The brown haired male took the hit to his chest and stumbled off of his horse.
He heard the city gates open for the first time in months and the Austrians also charged into battle. From all around, he found himself surrounded: Poles, Lithuanians, Austrians… Looking down on one half of the Commonwealth, he gritted his teeth and raised his sword again to finish off the male--
He was struck at from behind with such a force that his horse rose into the air and threw him backwards onto the ground before riding off. The Turk heard a loud whine and watched as his horse stumbled to the ground; dead. Picking himself up, he reached for his sword but like a ghost, the rider of the white horse appeared before him, grinning confidently as if to say the battle was over.
“'S not over ‘til it’s over,” He growled at the blonde haired girl (or was it a boy?) from behind his mask.
With his lance, the blonde pointed at the center of the Turk’s face. He could feel a prick at his nose and a slight, stinging sensation as the tip of the blade moved from the bridge of his nose to under his left eye. In a simple flick of the wrist, his mask fell to the ground and he could hear the Pole laugh, “Now,” He commanded, “say that without the mask.”
=============Truth=============
Balling his hand into a fist, he punched Russia in the face. Instantly, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his chest, pulling him back, “Give him back!” Poland yelled, “Give Liet back!”
“Ah, but Lithuania belongs to me now,” Chastised the taller nation, rubbing his face and smiling cruelly at the fallen nation. “As do Latvia and Estonia.” He added lightly. After a moment of thoughtful silence he laughed, “Belarus and Ukraine will be pleased to return to me as well!” He exclaimed.
“No they won’t!” Poland snapped, flailing in the arms of the other nation, “They’re my friends! I won’t let you take--- LIKE, LET GO OF ME, PRUSSIA!” The blonde growled, turning his anger away from the Russian to aim a punch at the red eyed nation that held him. He was aiming for his mouth-- the mouth that was shaped in a greedy and amused sort of smile but he never found his target. Instead, the Prussian threw the Pole onto the ground, stepping down on his chest and still grinning that mad smile of his.
Gritting his teeth, Poland tried to get away which only resulted in more force being applied to his chest and a sickening crunch coming from his chest. He yelled and the two nations seemed to catch a high from it.
“Enough,” A third voice intervened and the two nations looked up.
“Oh, come on, Austria, we’re just having some fun.” Prussia insisted, stepping away and frowning at the killjoy.
“You are both acting like barbarians,” Insulted the Austrian, “Right now, we have a pressing matter to attend to,” and he looked down at the Pole who was lifting himself up while holding his ribs. Poland noticed that Austria avoided eye contact. “We’ve already divided the land between us,” He continued in a business like matter that made Poland want to rip the hair right off of Austria’s head, “But which of us will Feliks reside with?”
“Ah, he can stay with me,” Offered Russia too quickly for Poland’s liking. “He can keep Lithuania and the others company.” But he didn't mean it like that.
“He’s always welcome to stay at my house,” Prussia laughed, “I need someone to do the cleaning anyways.” Poland knew that the Prussian had more then cleaning on his mind.
Austria frowned at the offers and opened his mouth to make his own--
“I’m totally not staying with you either.” Poland sneered.
“You act like you have a choice,” Prussia scoffed, “There’s not a nation in Europe who will come to help you,” He pointed out.
“Prussia is correct~” Russia seemed to sing, “Everyone believes you are dead.”
He was alive. He wasn’t lost yet. They were lying. Why were they spreading lies? It wasn’t true. Someone in Europe must be able to see through the lies. He looked at the three nations around him. If he went to Prussia or Russia, they would surely kill him and Austria… he didn’t trust Austria anymore. Austria would probably kill him too.
“You’re dead.” One of them repeated. “You’re dead.”
Closing his eyes, he raised both hands to his ears to block out their lies.
You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.
Someone wrapped a hand around his arm, pulling him up to his feet. Why did these people keep touching him? There was nothing else to take! He thought and he opened his eyes so that he could take aim at the bastard he was going to punch--- the person covered his eyes with something white. It was a mask too big for his face.
“Why don‘t we ask Poland, eh?” Turkey announced and the lies turned to arguments. The liars talked about nonexistent rules and argued about whether or not things were fair. It wasn’t fair… No one cared to for his opinion but everything concerned him! “That’s enough!” Barked Turkey and the three nations fell silent, “I said let’s ask Poland for his opinion. After all, 's not like he’s dead yet!”
There was a cough-- unmistakably Austria’s-- and then a question, “Where would you like to go, Feliks?” Asked the aristocrat nation.
“…I’m not staying with you if that’s what you want.” Austria. “Or you,” Prussia, “Or you.” Russia.
“You have to decide, Feliks.” Austria insisted.
“I think he’s already made his decision,” Turkey pointed out, picking up the weakened nation into his arms and pulling the mask further over Poland’s eyes. “If he doesn’t wanna stay with you, Russia, or Prussia, then there's only one other choice.”
“You can’t do that!” Prussia yelled. “Hm, you can’t!” Agreed Russia but the Turk turned deaf as he stubbornly lifted Poland onto his horse.
“I don’t want to go to your house,” Poland hissed. “I want to stay at my house.”
“Right, right,” Turkey replied sarcastically, getting onto the same horse and making sure the fallen nation was secure before kicking off.
The ride to Turkey was a long and fairly quiet one. The silence was only broken after the stubborn Pole finally accepted the fact that Turkey was not exactly Liet but would have to do for now as he was the only one who still acknowledged him.
“Turcja,” Poland mumbled one day while Turkey watered the horse.
“Aye, Polonya?”
“Thanks.”
=============EU=============
Frustrated, he threw his papers, scattering the official looking documents across the table top. Throwing himself back against a chair, the Pole tossed his head back and scowled, "I can't believe they expect me to get all of this done in like, a week!" He complained, "I mean, I totally have cooler things to do then like, homework!"
"Not my problem," Replied Turkey cynically, leaning the side of his face against the palm of his hand and pretending to appear uninterested in the papers. He wasn't interested, honestly, Poland had just covered his bowl of ashure with a paper that read HUMAN RIGHTS in bold letters across the top.
Flicking the paper off with his free hand, he took his spoon and continued eating, "Now stop complainin' and get t'work."
Poland pursed his lips as if he was trying to hold back from saying something, "Do my homework." He commanded haughtily and the Turk laughed.
"Hahah, no!" He replied, "Do yer own."
"But you've tooootally been trying to get in for like, ages," The blonde insisted, leaning forward and waving a handful of papers in front of his face, "I bet you'd like, love to do some work."
His expression dropped and it was Turkey's turn scowl, "Not funny," he growled.
The Pole grinned, moving the papers closer to his friend's face, "C'mon, I'd totally ask Liet but he was like, 'I have my own work to do, Feliks!' and like hung up." The papers were now brushing against the Turk's nose and Turkey was resisting the urge to swat at them, "C'mon," Poland insisted, "Help me out."
Snatching the papers away from Poland, Turkey set them aside and dropped his spoon into his bowl again, "Fine," He snapped, "But only 'cos I have nothing to do today, got it?!"
"Right, totally." Replied Poland, sliding his chair beside the Turk and nudging the taller male, "Don't worry," He teased, "I'll totally get you in someday."
His tongue clicked against the top of his mouth, dismissing the Pole's comment. Focusing on the papers in front of him (which he didn't care for, by the way!) he cursed, "Stupid EU." He mumbled.
Growing bored of reading, the Pole nosily reached forward for Turkey's bowl, taking a taste of his ashure. With the spoon still in his mouth the blonde agreed, "Yeah, stupid homework."
Historical notes:
Vienna
-Back in the day when empires were all the rage, the Ottoman Empire decided it was going to invade Austria. The Ottoman Empire got pretty damned far into Austria but when it got to Vienna, Turkey realized the people of Vienna weren't going to give up easily. The people of Vienna defended their city, sacrificing everything they had against the Ottomans and waited for help to arrive.
Now, Austria had seen this coming and had asked other nations to help and had treaties signed and what not but all of his allies were like, "Oh... man, sorry." And didn't come. However, when Sobieski of Poland heard Austria was in desperate need of a hero, honored the treaty he had signed earlier, and went to fight. Poland took every soldier he had, leaving Poland near-undefended (how very like Feliks! Can you imagine Liet flailing about, "POLAND YOU CAN'T TAKE THEM ALL!' and Feliks not listening?). It took Poland (and the rest of the Holy League) awhile to get there and when they arrived in Vienna, it was almost too late but they made it and Poland charged down the hill and kicked the Ottomans out of Europe. It was a decisive victory and a very important one in history-- imagine, if the Ottomans had won, Europe's religion might be Islam!
Truth
-Despite y'know, that deal at Vienna and multiple battles fought afterward, Poland and the Ottoman Empire had a pretty good relationship. The Commonwealth was religiously tolerant towards the Muslim community as long as they served in the army and the some of it's best soldiers were Muslim. So what did the Ottomans do for Poland? The Ottoman Empire refused to acknowledge the partitions of Poland, continued to have a foreign ambassador to Poland, and offered sanctuary to fleeing Poles.
Club House
-Turkey is not part of the European Union but Poland is. From what I get in my research, Poland has a very mixed opinion on the EU. On one side, it supports what it stands for and the things it does but it doesn't like how the EU is turning into some exclusive club. Poland actively supports Turkey joining the EU but in recent years, the EU has been making it more difficult to join. Poland, which has been trying to get Turkey and other nations to join the EU, is upset by these new rules, calling them unfair and accusing the EU of being pretty lame. In short: "Once you start the game, you can't change the rules."
Tags: [character] austria, [character] poland, [character] prussia, [character] russia, [character] turkey, [pairing] poland/turkey
Author:
eskimo Characters: Poland, Turkey (Austria, Prussia, Russia cameo)
Rating: G
Summary: Poland and Turkey through the years.
=============Vienna=============
He rode on one of those Arabian horses that the Europeans coveted so much. It was black with a white diamond mark upon its forehead as if it had been touched by some sort of god and all on the battlefield knew that the man who rode upon it’s back was one to be feared.
His advisors told him he should just burn the city down to the ground but no, he wanted the city intact. He, the Ottoman Empire, wanted to see Austria’s face when he took his precious city away from him. In the air, he could smell smoke and saw the jewel of Austria glow orange with fire in the night. So the aristocrat was burning down the last of his buildings? He was getting desperate.
Suddenly, there was silence in the air and the smell of smoke grew stronger from all around him. He could hear the beating of hooves and pounding feet in the background. From behind Vienna’s walls, the Turk could hear the Austrians cheering and he turned around.
Upon the hill, he saw the faces of the Holy League looking down on him. Their faces appeared hollow in the bonfires that they burned around them. At the front, he could see two men on horses-- one white and one brown.
Hah, coming to battle on a white horse! Turkey was already gambling that the fool on the white horse would be the first to die. He watched the rider of the brown horse raise his hand in the air as the sun began to rise behind him and the army. Beside the brown horse, the rider of the white horse pulled back their reigns, causing his horse to rise on its hind legs. Both white horse and rider appeared golden in the rising sun. Then, one of the two (the Turk wasn’t sure who) began to yell, “Vienna!” All raised their banners and weapons into the air before charging down the hill.
The rider of the brown horse was first to be engaged in battle. Raising his sword into the air, the rider pierced through the Ottoman men as if they were blades of grass. Turkey could tell by his Polish battle cries that the rider was from the Commonwealth and went to deal with the rider. He swung his sword at the rider of the brown horse. The brown haired male took the hit to his chest and stumbled off of his horse.
He heard the city gates open for the first time in months and the Austrians also charged into battle. From all around, he found himself surrounded: Poles, Lithuanians, Austrians… Looking down on one half of the Commonwealth, he gritted his teeth and raised his sword again to finish off the male--
He was struck at from behind with such a force that his horse rose into the air and threw him backwards onto the ground before riding off. The Turk heard a loud whine and watched as his horse stumbled to the ground; dead. Picking himself up, he reached for his sword but like a ghost, the rider of the white horse appeared before him, grinning confidently as if to say the battle was over.
“'S not over ‘til it’s over,” He growled at the blonde haired girl (or was it a boy?) from behind his mask.
With his lance, the blonde pointed at the center of the Turk’s face. He could feel a prick at his nose and a slight, stinging sensation as the tip of the blade moved from the bridge of his nose to under his left eye. In a simple flick of the wrist, his mask fell to the ground and he could hear the Pole laugh, “Now,” He commanded, “say that without the mask.”
=============Truth=============
Balling his hand into a fist, he punched Russia in the face. Instantly, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his chest, pulling him back, “Give him back!” Poland yelled, “Give Liet back!”
“Ah, but Lithuania belongs to me now,” Chastised the taller nation, rubbing his face and smiling cruelly at the fallen nation. “As do Latvia and Estonia.” He added lightly. After a moment of thoughtful silence he laughed, “Belarus and Ukraine will be pleased to return to me as well!” He exclaimed.
“No they won’t!” Poland snapped, flailing in the arms of the other nation, “They’re my friends! I won’t let you take--- LIKE, LET GO OF ME, PRUSSIA!” The blonde growled, turning his anger away from the Russian to aim a punch at the red eyed nation that held him. He was aiming for his mouth-- the mouth that was shaped in a greedy and amused sort of smile but he never found his target. Instead, the Prussian threw the Pole onto the ground, stepping down on his chest and still grinning that mad smile of his.
Gritting his teeth, Poland tried to get away which only resulted in more force being applied to his chest and a sickening crunch coming from his chest. He yelled and the two nations seemed to catch a high from it.
“Enough,” A third voice intervened and the two nations looked up.
“Oh, come on, Austria, we’re just having some fun.” Prussia insisted, stepping away and frowning at the killjoy.
“You are both acting like barbarians,” Insulted the Austrian, “Right now, we have a pressing matter to attend to,” and he looked down at the Pole who was lifting himself up while holding his ribs. Poland noticed that Austria avoided eye contact. “We’ve already divided the land between us,” He continued in a business like matter that made Poland want to rip the hair right off of Austria’s head, “But which of us will Feliks reside with?”
“Ah, he can stay with me,” Offered Russia too quickly for Poland’s liking. “He can keep Lithuania and the others company.” But he didn't mean it like that.
“He’s always welcome to stay at my house,” Prussia laughed, “I need someone to do the cleaning anyways.” Poland knew that the Prussian had more then cleaning on his mind.
Austria frowned at the offers and opened his mouth to make his own--
“I’m totally not staying with you either.” Poland sneered.
“You act like you have a choice,” Prussia scoffed, “There’s not a nation in Europe who will come to help you,” He pointed out.
“Prussia is correct~” Russia seemed to sing, “Everyone believes you are dead.”
He was alive. He wasn’t lost yet. They were lying. Why were they spreading lies? It wasn’t true. Someone in Europe must be able to see through the lies. He looked at the three nations around him. If he went to Prussia or Russia, they would surely kill him and Austria… he didn’t trust Austria anymore. Austria would probably kill him too.
“You’re dead.” One of them repeated. “You’re dead.”
Closing his eyes, he raised both hands to his ears to block out their lies.
You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead. You’re dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.
Someone wrapped a hand around his arm, pulling him up to his feet. Why did these people keep touching him? There was nothing else to take! He thought and he opened his eyes so that he could take aim at the bastard he was going to punch--- the person covered his eyes with something white. It was a mask too big for his face.
“Why don‘t we ask Poland, eh?” Turkey announced and the lies turned to arguments. The liars talked about nonexistent rules and argued about whether or not things were fair. It wasn’t fair… No one cared to for his opinion but everything concerned him! “That’s enough!” Barked Turkey and the three nations fell silent, “I said let’s ask Poland for his opinion. After all, 's not like he’s dead yet!”
There was a cough-- unmistakably Austria’s-- and then a question, “Where would you like to go, Feliks?” Asked the aristocrat nation.
“…I’m not staying with you if that’s what you want.” Austria. “Or you,” Prussia, “Or you.” Russia.
“You have to decide, Feliks.” Austria insisted.
“I think he’s already made his decision,” Turkey pointed out, picking up the weakened nation into his arms and pulling the mask further over Poland’s eyes. “If he doesn’t wanna stay with you, Russia, or Prussia, then there's only one other choice.”
“You can’t do that!” Prussia yelled. “Hm, you can’t!” Agreed Russia but the Turk turned deaf as he stubbornly lifted Poland onto his horse.
“I don’t want to go to your house,” Poland hissed. “I want to stay at my house.”
“Right, right,” Turkey replied sarcastically, getting onto the same horse and making sure the fallen nation was secure before kicking off.
The ride to Turkey was a long and fairly quiet one. The silence was only broken after the stubborn Pole finally accepted the fact that Turkey was not exactly Liet but would have to do for now as he was the only one who still acknowledged him.
“Turcja,” Poland mumbled one day while Turkey watered the horse.
“Aye, Polonya?”
“Thanks.”
=============EU=============
Frustrated, he threw his papers, scattering the official looking documents across the table top. Throwing himself back against a chair, the Pole tossed his head back and scowled, "I can't believe they expect me to get all of this done in like, a week!" He complained, "I mean, I totally have cooler things to do then like, homework!"
"Not my problem," Replied Turkey cynically, leaning the side of his face against the palm of his hand and pretending to appear uninterested in the papers. He wasn't interested, honestly, Poland had just covered his bowl of ashure with a paper that read HUMAN RIGHTS in bold letters across the top.
Flicking the paper off with his free hand, he took his spoon and continued eating, "Now stop complainin' and get t'work."
Poland pursed his lips as if he was trying to hold back from saying something, "Do my homework." He commanded haughtily and the Turk laughed.
"Hahah, no!" He replied, "Do yer own."
"But you've tooootally been trying to get in for like, ages," The blonde insisted, leaning forward and waving a handful of papers in front of his face, "I bet you'd like, love to do some work."
His expression dropped and it was Turkey's turn scowl, "Not funny," he growled.
The Pole grinned, moving the papers closer to his friend's face, "C'mon, I'd totally ask Liet but he was like, 'I have my own work to do, Feliks!' and like hung up." The papers were now brushing against the Turk's nose and Turkey was resisting the urge to swat at them, "C'mon," Poland insisted, "Help me out."
Snatching the papers away from Poland, Turkey set them aside and dropped his spoon into his bowl again, "Fine," He snapped, "But only 'cos I have nothing to do today, got it?!"
"Right, totally." Replied Poland, sliding his chair beside the Turk and nudging the taller male, "Don't worry," He teased, "I'll totally get you in someday."
His tongue clicked against the top of his mouth, dismissing the Pole's comment. Focusing on the papers in front of him (which he didn't care for, by the way!) he cursed, "Stupid EU." He mumbled.
Growing bored of reading, the Pole nosily reached forward for Turkey's bowl, taking a taste of his ashure. With the spoon still in his mouth the blonde agreed, "Yeah, stupid homework."
Historical notes:
Vienna
-Back in the day when empires were all the rage, the Ottoman Empire decided it was going to invade Austria. The Ottoman Empire got pretty damned far into Austria but when it got to Vienna, Turkey realized the people of Vienna weren't going to give up easily. The people of Vienna defended their city, sacrificing everything they had against the Ottomans and waited for help to arrive.
Now, Austria had seen this coming and had asked other nations to help and had treaties signed and what not but all of his allies were like, "Oh... man, sorry." And didn't come. However, when Sobieski of Poland heard Austria was in desperate need of a hero, honored the treaty he had signed earlier, and went to fight. Poland took every soldier he had, leaving Poland near-undefended (how very like Feliks! Can you imagine Liet flailing about, "POLAND YOU CAN'T TAKE THEM ALL!' and Feliks not listening?). It took Poland (and the rest of the Holy League) awhile to get there and when they arrived in Vienna, it was almost too late but they made it and Poland charged down the hill and kicked the Ottomans out of Europe. It was a decisive victory and a very important one in history-- imagine, if the Ottomans had won, Europe's religion might be Islam!
Truth
-Despite y'know, that deal at Vienna and multiple battles fought afterward, Poland and the Ottoman Empire had a pretty good relationship. The Commonwealth was religiously tolerant towards the Muslim community as long as they served in the army and the some of it's best soldiers were Muslim. So what did the Ottomans do for Poland? The Ottoman Empire refused to acknowledge the partitions of Poland, continued to have a foreign ambassador to Poland, and offered sanctuary to fleeing Poles.
Club House
-Turkey is not part of the European Union but Poland is. From what I get in my research, Poland has a very mixed opinion on the EU. On one side, it supports what it stands for and the things it does but it doesn't like how the EU is turning into some exclusive club. Poland actively supports Turkey joining the EU but in recent years, the EU has been making it more difficult to join. Poland, which has been trying to get Turkey and other nations to join the EU, is upset by these new rules, calling them unfair and accusing the EU of being pretty lame. In short: "Once you start the game, you can't change the rules."
Tags: [character] austria, [character] poland, [character] prussia, [character] russia, [character] turkey, [pairing] poland/turkey