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Yeah because the Habsburg monarchy and old Austrian Empire are so well known for including other ethnicities and religions, and not oppress them at all. Or wait, it is a reason why Poles, Hungarians, Czechs, Romanians, Serbians, Crotians, Slovenes, Italians, Protstants hate them and were oppressed by the Habsburg monarchy? Oh yes, it is, because they were oppressed and the Habsburg tried to assimilate them and were no better than the Hohenzollerns
The Whispers of the Bleeding Trees II
The weather was unreasonably bad, had been for days, one terrible, endless rainstorm. There was no chance in hell dom Contravarius was going to leave his house, his paper hat was never really designed to last through storms of biblical proportions. Also, this weather gave him an excuse to spend all his time in his cabinet. Concidentally, his cabinet was excatly, where he had spent all his week, he had always enjoyed being here, it very well might have been his favorite place on this God's green Earth, but now he couldn't spend another five minutes in this place, he needed to get out, now.
And out he got, almost running out of the room and already getting nearly halfway down the stairs, when he heard the mansion's front door opening.
It was his wife, of course it was. Who else would God sent to blight him, than his mudblooded, judeo-masonic, probably secretly socialist and... Really attractive wife. Rainwater made her dark hair sparkle, she talked nervously to one of her servants (dom Contravarius and his wife had always had separate servants, aswell as separate chambers, actually, most of the house was divided between them), who had came to take her coat, she was yet to see him. Dom Contravarius felt an almost unresistable urge to quickly retreat back up the stairs, but could not not move his feet for the life of him.
Finally Mrs. Contravarius (she never really got used to the name, most of her closer acquaintances neither) turned around and their eyes met. Paralyzed he let it happen and to his vexation he wasn't filled with disgust, like six years ago, or half-tolerant imperiousness, as was the case two years ago. He was butter and she was scared, not angry, not disgusted, but scared, scared and surprised.
Von Contravarius swallowed loudly, his throat felt dry.
"Hello, darling."
The cold irreverence, he had hoped to put in his words faded before it reached his lips. A moment passed in silence.
And then suddenly, he moved, their eyes had met exactly one minute before their lips did. This kiss was not one of his proudest moments, probably not hers, either. Truth is, it was most certainly the most awkward one in his life and either fourth or fifth they had ever shared. Every single one before finding dom Contravarius blind drunk, one of these times was also, when young Abraham had happened.
The kiss ended, seconds passed, trees outside whispered, Mrs. Contravarius was frozen, only her lips shivering, her eyes filled with a strong blend of fear and surprise, growing and growing. She was scared, that was all Contravarius could read out of her it.
Another moment went by and then, suddenly, he turned, and walked off, his eyes filled with fire and flames. The storm had passed, for now, but there was no way he could keep going like this, this had to end.
((Again, probably full of mistakes, just don't start pointing them out, we all know they're there.
Also, for at least SOME kind of interesting illustration-type of deal, this is a quick scribble of Contravarius, or at least, how I always imagined him. I have too much free time.
I know, I know, I didn't draw him with his paper hat on, I forgot.))
EDIT: Also, is DVP seriously leading at the moment?
The weather was unreasonably bad, had been for days, one terrible, endless rainstorm. There was no chance in hell dom Contravarius was going to leave his house, his paper hat was never really designed to last through storms of biblical proportions. Also, this weather gave him an excuse to spend all his time in his cabinet. Concidentally, his cabinet was excatly, where he had spent all his week, he had always enjoyed being here, it very well might have been his favorite place on this God's green Earth, but now he couldn't spend another five minutes in this place, he needed to get out, now.
And out he got, almost running out of the room and already getting nearly halfway down the stairs, when he heard the mansion's front door opening.
It was his wife, of course it was. Who else would God sent to blight him, than his mudblooded, judeo-masonic, probably secretly socialist and... Really attractive wife. Rainwater made her dark hair sparkle, she talked nervously to one of her servants (dom Contravarius and his wife had always had separate servants, aswell as separate chambers, actually, most of the house was divided between them), who had came to take her coat, she was yet to see him. Dom Contravarius felt an almost unresistable urge to quickly retreat back up the stairs, but could not not move his feet for the life of him.
Finally Mrs. Contravarius (she never really got used to the name, most of her closer acquaintances neither) turned around and their eyes met. Paralyzed he let it happen and to his vexation he wasn't filled with disgust, like six years ago, or half-tolerant imperiousness, as was the case two years ago. He was butter and she was scared, not angry, not disgusted, but scared, scared and surprised.
Von Contravarius swallowed loudly, his throat felt dry.
"Hello, darling."
The cold irreverence, he had hoped to put in his words faded before it reached his lips. A moment passed in silence.
And then suddenly, he moved, their eyes had met exactly one minute before their lips did. This kiss was not one of his proudest moments, probably not hers, either. Truth is, it was most certainly the most awkward one in his life and either fourth or fifth they had ever shared. Every single one before finding dom Contravarius blind drunk, one of these times was also, when young Abraham had happened.
The kiss ended, seconds passed, trees outside whispered, Mrs. Contravarius was frozen, only her lips shivering, her eyes filled with a strong blend of fear and surprise, growing and growing. She was scared, that was all Contravarius could read out of her it.
Another moment went by and then, suddenly, he turned, and walked off, his eyes filled with fire and flames. The storm had passed, for now, but there was no way he could keep going like this, this had to end.
((Again, probably full of mistakes, just don't start pointing them out, we all know they're there.
Also, for at least SOME kind of interesting illustration-type of deal, this is a quick scribble of Contravarius, or at least, how I always imagined him. I have too much free time.
I know, I know, I didn't draw him with his paper hat on, I forgot.))
EDIT: Also, is DVP seriously leading at the moment?
The Habsburgs actual have a good record with the minorities as compared to the French, Russians, or Prussians.Yeah because the Habsburg monarchy and old Austrian Empire are so well known for including other ethnicities and religions, and not oppress them at all. Or wait, it is a reason why Poles, Hungarians, Czechs, Romanians, Serbians, Crotians, Slovenes, Italians, Protstants hate them and were oppressed by the Habsburg monarchy? Oh yes, it is, because they were oppressed and the Habsburg tried to assimilate them and were no better than the Hohenzollerns
But for the Important part. I once called the DZP home in the days of the Kaiser Riech, and now I shall again. This is the Party of Moderation and Centerism. They stand to defend us from oppression and madness. So with great joy I once more vote DZP
Eventhough they want a momarch, they are by the far most democratic party. So I vote for the DNLP - the national liberals.
Deutsche National Liberale Partei! How could I vote for anyone less, than the most awesome party with the most awesome policies in German history?
As much as I love them I cannot abide by the destruction of Federalism and the drastic removal of our social reforms.Deutsche National Liberale Partei! How could I vote for anyone less, than the most awesome party with the most awesome policies in German history?
Deutsche National Liberale Partei! How could I vote for anyone less, than the most awesome party with the most awesome policies in German history?
As my esteemed colleague says, what is awesome about the destruction of social reform and regional autonomy? Strange words, Herr Tanzhang.
They see all German citizens as equal. We don't give any special priveliges to anyone based upon their backround. Everyone have to be represented equally, Saxons as Bavarians, Germans as Poles, Jews as Christians. No special rights to any of them.
Wow, a liberal monarchist party once again... brings a tear to me eye :')
DNLP for the Kaiser and freedom
DNLP for the Kaiser and freedom
DVP. Für das Vaterland! Für Deutschland! Guess I'll hafta make another poster, BRB~!
Also was Göring the war veteran he was in OTL or...?
Edit, the posters~!
''German Fatherlandparty
against poorly dressed:
-Jews
-Communists
-Jacobins
For a well dressed Germany!
German Fatherlandparty
With Hermann Göring
For Germany
''A well dressed Dictator
for a well dressed
Germany!''
Also was Göring the war veteran he was in OTL or...?
Edit, the posters~!
''German Fatherlandparty
against poorly dressed:
-Jews
-Communists
-Jacobins
For a well dressed Germany!
German Fatherlandparty
With Hermann Göring
For Germany
''A well dressed Dictator
for a well dressed
Germany!''
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