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Title: Fräulein Beilschmidt
Author: kira
Claim: Prussia
Character(s): Prussia, Frederick II, Frederick William I, Fem!Prussia
Table/Prompt: Angst/ Prompt # 8, Scar
Word Count: 2431
Rating: PG16 for violence and strong language
Summary: Prussia’s “sister” comes to visit him at Frederick William’s court and decides she’d rather be home, despite her encounter with the Crown Prince…
Author’s note: My beta is unavailable, so this was looked over by myself; any errors within are my own.

“Smart-mouthed whore!” King Frederick William roared. His temper flaring, he raised his hand and struck the woman, known to the court as Gilbert Beilschmidt’s sister Julia, across the face.

Prussia, not expecting the blow, staggered when he hit her. Recovering her balance, she fingered her jaw, after wiping the blood away from her split lip with the back of her hand. Narrowing her eyes at the king, she gathered her skirts and left without waiting for permission.

“Get back here, bitch!”

“Go fuck yourself!” Prussia said as she left the room. Angry thoughts filled her head and she wished she had had her sword with her as she would have loved to have cut him to shreds. She had no idea how her male half, who she affectionately referred to as her brother, dealt with him. All she knew were the people of Prussia were unhappy with the king for one reason or another and the day he died would be a happy one. Prussia hoped his successor would turn out to be a better man than him.

Verdammt, that man’s insufferable!! she thought as she headed out into the palace garden. Her anger cooling, she strolled through the gardens, which looked more like a parade ground than anything else. The farther she got from the palace, however, the more the gardens began to look like a garden. Prussia walked along looking for a place to just sit and regain her composure. Unable to find a simple garden bench, she let out an aggravated sigh. Prussia turned, intending to go back to the palace and hide in her rooms, when she heard the sound of someone crying softly.

Prussia stood still. She was trying to figure out where the sound was coming from and once she located it, she picked her way through the underbrush in the general direction of the crying. It did not take her long to find him. “Your Highness?” she called out softly to him as she approached.

Frederick looked up at her as he dried his tears with the back of his hands as best he could. His right eye was swollen shut, the skin around it a sickly, bluish-violet. The nine year old Crown Prince hiccupped softly. “Fräulein Beilschmidt?”

Prussia nodded. “Oh, Liebschen,” she said softly. Holding out her hand she helped him up. “Are you alright?”

Frederick closed his good eye and nodded. Afraid to speak in case he started to cry again, he simply stood there, holding her hand. When she pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him in a hug, he broke down and sobbed.

“Sssh… Liebschen,” Prussia murmured softly. She let him cry himself out and when he looked up at her, she leaned in, kissing him on the forehead. “Feel better?”

Frederick shook his head.

Prussia sighed. “Come; let’s go my rooms and we’ll have some tea.”

“I-I can’t…”

“Why not? Is it cuz your Arschloch father called me a whore?” Prussia snorted derisively. “Or is cuz you don’t like tea?”

“No… What about your virtue?”

Prussia smiled. “According to your father I don’t have any. Or are you afraid he’ll find you there?” She pulled back, gently taking his face in her hands. “Liebschen, I swear on all I hold dear, if that Arsch so much as looks at you wrong, he’s going to be very sorry.”

Frederick met her gaze. “I hate him!’

“I’m not that found of him either,” Prussia said. “He nothing more than a small, mean man, who thinks he can bully everyone around him if he doesn’t get his own way. You, Liebschen, you are a much better man than he’ll ever be.”

“That’s what Herr Beilschmidt always says.”

“My brother’s right.”

Changing the subject, Frederick reached up and lightly brushed his fingertips against the scar on her cheek. “Did he hurt you before?”

“No, I got that on the battlefield.”

Frederick looked at her in surprise. “The battlefield?”

Prussia nodded. Taking his arm, she tucked under her own, gently leading him towards the palace. “Yeah… I was barely older than you were.” She smirked.

“Really?” he asked as he found it hard to believe the pretty lady, he was strolling in the garden with, was a battle-scarred veteran.

“Yup! I think we were fighting with Russia…” She laughed at the look he gave her. “Okay, it was a Russia man and he tried to have his way with me. But it sounds so much more exciting the other way, no?” Sorry, Liebschen, I forgot you don’t know what I am… To you I’m simply “Herr Beilschmidt’s sister” and not the spirit of Prussia… But back then, I wasn’t even Prussia; I was just the Teutonic Knights…

“Yeah…” Frederick smiled. He found he liked his tutor’s sister very much. She was just as flippant as her brother, but she was also kind and compassionate like his beloved sister Wilhelmine. The Crown Prince wondered if they were what parents were supposed to be like.

“The fat lip was your father’s fault just as I suspect that black eye of yours is.” She let out an angry little sound. “If I had my way, I’d kick his Arsch.” Prussia smirked at him.

Frederick could not help giggling at that. He could just picture the dainty Fräulein Beilschmidt, hiking up her skirt and kicking his father’s butt up and down the parade ground. He thought she was just as wonderful as her brother and he hoped to introduce her to Wilhelmine as he was sure they would love each other and become fast freinds. Frederick wondered if Fräulein Beilschmidt would consider becoming his sister’s governess as she was much nicer than the witch who looked after her now.

They strolled across the parade grounds like they had all the time in the world to get to her rooms and by the time they had reached them, both were feeling a bit better. Prussia spent the trip, telling the Crown Prince about her rooms in Berlin. Frederick was surprised and delighted to hear that she lived above an old book-seller’s shop and he wondered if the books his father had burned, which were later replaced by his tutor, came from there.


“Yes, Your Highness?”

“I had a couple of books that fell in the fireplace… and I was wondering…”

“If their replacements came from there?” Prussia asked as if she were reading his mind.

Frederick blushed. “Well, yeah…?”

She nodded. “My brother wrote to me about that and I brought some of them with me. There are a few Herr Stern is still trying to find.”


“But those I believe are in French, no?”

Frederick nodded. “They were fairytales,” he said softly. “Wilhelmine was very fond of them.”

“I see. I will look for them myself, next time I’m in Paris.”

“You’ve been to France?” Frederick asked as they entered the palace.

She nodded. “I have a friend who lives there.”

The Crown Prince smiled. “I wish I could go to France.”

“Paris is no Berlin, Your Highness.”


“Maybe one day you’ll see it; if not, you’re really not missing much. It’s so much nicer here.”

“If you say so.”

“I do, Liebschen.” Prussia smiled. “Aaah, here we are,” she said, opening the door to her rooms. “Oh, look who’s here.” She snorted in amusement as she squeezed Frederick’s hand.

Her brother turned at the sound of them entering. “Pr-Julchen!” he cried as he hurried over to them. “Your Highness! Everyone is looking for you!”

“Are they now?” Prussia said as she raised a delicate brow. She held on tightly to the Crown Prince’s hand.

Frederick paled. The last thing he wanted was to face his father’s wrath again. He would have bolted from the room, if Prussia did not have a tight grip on him.

“It’s alright, Liebschen. Why don’t you go sit by the window and read. You’ll find my books on the table next to the chair.” Prussia smiled at him.

“Thank you, Fräulein Beilschmidt.”

“You’re welcome.”

Frederick, sensing the adults needed some privacy to talk, did as he was bidden. He made himself comfortable, and picking up one of her books form the pile, he opened it up and began to read. The Crown Prince was still worried about why his father wanted him, but he had the feeling that his tutor and his sister were going to do whatever they could to save him. That helped calm him enough that he was able to read, without flinching at every little sound.

“Gilbert, how long have they been looking for him?”

Prussia thought it over. “Not long, why?” He frowned.

“Well, then you can simply tell whoever is that’s looking for him, that you heard I was in trouble and that he offered to go see if I was alright. Tell them you were touched by how concerned he was for his father’s subjects.” Prussia grinned, her eyes dancing with mischief.

“Julchen…” Prussia sighed. “What did you do?”

“I told the old bastard to go fuck himself.”

“You didn’t?!”

“I sure as hell did! He asked for it, Gilbert!” Prussia eyes flashed with the anger she felt.


“Don’t worry, Gilbert, he’ll have forgotten it by the time the next person rouses his ire. Seriously, I don’t know how you stand it…” Prussia looked over her shoulder at the Crown Prince and back at her brother. “Maybe I do.” Reaching up, she cupped her brother’s cheek. “Look after him, Gilbert. He needs, hell all those poor children need, someone to love them and show them kindness so they don’t grow up to be tyrants like their bastard of a father.”

Prussia sighed. “Julchen.”

She smiled. “You worry too much, Gilbert.” Snaking her hand around to the back of his head, she pulled him closer and kissed his cheek. “I think I’m going home tomorrow.”

“The bookseller’s shop or the abbey?” Prussia asked.

“The abbey. Say what you will, Gilbert, I rather like it there. It’s peaceful and quiet and...” She sighed. “Okay, I miss the old days when we’d ride out into battle, but I think after this place, I need the peace and quiet.” Prussia smiled ruefully at him. “I must be getting old.”

He snorted in amusement. “And if you’re getting old, what does that make me?”

“Incorrigible.” Prussia smirked. She about to say more, when there was a knock on the door and her brother went to answer it. Prussia watched as he spoke to the frightened servant. She could not wait to get out of this place.

Prussia returned to her side a few minutes later, looking grim. “Everything’s alright now, or as alright as it can be. It appears Wilhelmine took the brunt of things in his absence.”

“Gilbert, promise me more than ever, you’ll stay here and look after him.” She touched her cheek. “Some scars are easily seen, but there are others, as you well know, that are hidden and there are wounds that never heal…” Prussia trailed off, her eyes welling up with tears.

“I promise, Julchen,” he said, holding her close. Prussia let go of her. “Now that that’s settled-”

“I’m still leaving, Gilbert. You don’t need me here at court.”

“But, Julchen…”

“But nothing. I came, I saw, and I decided not to conquer,” Prussia said cheekily. “I do promise, to keep in touch, though.” She smiled. “Maybe I won’t go home, maybe I’ll go visit our dear, sweet, little brother. It’s been ages since I’ve seen Holy Rome and I heard he wasn’t well.”

“Give him my love.” Prussia smirked.

“Don’t worry; I’ll give your love to Austria too.”

Prussia smiled as he shook his head at her. “Thank you for coming, Julchen.”

“It’s my pleasure, Gilbert. Anyway, I’ll be leaving in the morning, so don’t bother getting up to see me off.”

Prussia nodded. “It’s probably better if you slip out unnoticed.”

“I fully intend to, Gilbert. I don’t think I could stand another minute, let alone another day or two with the king of the Arschlöcher.” Prussia made a little sound of disgust. “All I can say is, I’m glad I’m not his wife or mistress or I would have killed the bastard a long time ago.”

“I know, I feel the same way.” Prussia sighed.

Prussia raised her eyebrow at him.

“You know what I meant.”

Prussia smiled. “Yeah. Seriously, I need to change into something more comfortable. These stays are killing me.”

Prussia blushed. “Uh…”

“Just take your lil prince with you, Brüder,” she said, “and find a maid to help me out of this stupid thing. God knows I’d rather be wearing breeches any day.”

Prussia snorted in amusement. “I’d offer to help you, Julchen, but like you said, I have the boy to think about.”

She nodded. “Yeah… Now, if you’ll excuse me?” Prussia smiled sweetly at him.

He nodded. “Fritzchen, come; my sister wants to lie down.”

Frederick looked up from the book he was reading. “Okay.” He sadly closed the book and put it back.

“Liebschen,” Prussia said to the Crown Prince, “if you want to finish the book, you can. Just keep it in my Brüder’s room, okay?”

“Danke schön, Fräulein!” He smiled happily at her.

Prussia hugged him. “You’re welcome, Liebschen.” She let go of him and watched as the Crown Prince raced over to get the book. Prussia smiled at how carefully he carried it, like it was some sort of priceless treasure as she watched him leave with her brother. While she waited for a servant to help her out of her clothes, Prussia decided to dress like a man when she left. It made traveling easier as she could go alone on horseback, instead of traveling by coach. She figured she could always have her trunk sent to the Abbey.

The servant arrived a few minutes later and while she helped her undress, Prussia went over her departure plans in her head. She would head back to Bad Mergentheim and stay with the Teutonic Order, her home for as long as she could remember. Prussia preferred the monastic life to that of the Court, as austere as it was. She felt confined here and it never ceased to amaze her how much her brother liked it. Prussia grinned once she was rid of that dreadful corset. Dismissing the maid, she crawled in bed and closed her eyes. She needed as much rest as she could get as she had a long ride home ahead of her. Closing her eyes, she soon fell asleep and dreamt of home.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 11th, 2013 08:44 pm (UTC)
This was odd; Prussia's odd multiplicity is at times a little distracting with them both in this tale and in a small room, no less. It's probably just me - literary conceits get stuck in my teeth sometimes, like spinach. XD
The Crown Prince Fritz is just adorable as an abused youngster trying to be a proper little man, again this was just so real and immersing. I love these tales - it actually makes me a little sad they can't be published. Perhaps you should illustrate them...?

... you know, in all the spare time none of us have! LOL

Loved it; keep it up, please!
Mar. 11th, 2013 08:58 pm (UTC)
That was a challenge to write! I was very worried it would be confusing & I really hope it didn't confuse you too much. ^^;

Awe... He struck me as a very kind & gentle soul, who's on the one hand a sweet lil boy, but on the other, someone who's way older than he should be cuz of all the abuse. It's absolutely sickening what I've read about that poor boy's childhood. ^^;

I'm glad you find them real! :D Awe... *blushes* Thanks! I should, ne? Maybe at the end of the month when I have a week off. :D

*laughs* yeah!

Thanks! I'm sooo glad you do! :D

(I need to make myself a Prussia/Fritz icon for these. ;p)
Mar. 15th, 2013 09:22 am (UTC)
The interaction with the two Prussias was really interesting, especially since they sort of felt like one character to me, as if Prussia was having a mental conversation with himself. I quite liked that!
Mar. 15th, 2013 06:39 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thanks! I see them as two halves of the same coin, so I'm glad it came across like that! I'm glad you liked it too! :D

Edited at 2013-03-15 06:40 pm (UTC)
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