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Diplomacy [Denmark and Germany]
Title: Diplomacy
Characters/Pairing: Denmark and Germany
Rating: 10+
Length: 230
Summary: Denmark receives an apologetic letter, and though he'd like to reject it, it's a start.
Other: This was a response to a tumblr request: "Denmark and Germany after WWII" (Original post)
Diplomacy
The letter took up one entire page, neither too short nor rambling to take up space. Simple, direct, and to the point.
Germany wasn't the kind to waste words. He was the kind who said exactly what he meant.
Denmark read the letter over a second time, and then a third. Then he folded it along the too-crisp crease, set it on his desk, and rested back in his chair. Stared at the ceiling for a second, then closed his eyes.
A personal apology. How about that.
He was damn well tempted to reply with nothing more than a "fuck you" hastily scribbled down on a notecard. It wouldn't be very diplomatic, though, would it.
Not that Germany was in any position to talk about diplomacy.
His head hurt.
Denmark opened one eye. Glared at the letter for a while. It didn't go away, and it didn't make things much better, but that could be said for a lot of things these days. It had been a few years since the war had ended, but it would take a lot more before things would be right again.
Still. There had been public gestures of concession already. Public apologies. This was something private, just between the two of them, and the guy hadn't had to send it.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Denmark reached for a pen.
Everything had to start somewhere.
Characters/Pairing: Denmark and Germany
Rating: 10+
Length: 230
Summary: Denmark receives an apologetic letter, and though he'd like to reject it, it's a start.
Other: This was a response to a tumblr request: "Denmark and Germany after WWII" (Original post)
Diplomacy
The letter took up one entire page, neither too short nor rambling to take up space. Simple, direct, and to the point.
Germany wasn't the kind to waste words. He was the kind who said exactly what he meant.
Denmark read the letter over a second time, and then a third. Then he folded it along the too-crisp crease, set it on his desk, and rested back in his chair. Stared at the ceiling for a second, then closed his eyes.
A personal apology. How about that.
He was damn well tempted to reply with nothing more than a "fuck you" hastily scribbled down on a notecard. It wouldn't be very diplomatic, though, would it.
Not that Germany was in any position to talk about diplomacy.
His head hurt.
Denmark opened one eye. Glared at the letter for a while. It didn't go away, and it didn't make things much better, but that could be said for a lot of things these days. It had been a few years since the war had ended, but it would take a lot more before things would be right again.
Still. There had been public gestures of concession already. Public apologies. This was something private, just between the two of them, and the guy hadn't had to send it.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Denmark reached for a pen.
Everything had to start somewhere.