The nations are still nations but here’s the thing, they don’t know each other. I’m not saying that they don’t believe that the others exist but let’s say here’s the story:
They used to be completely revered and honored in their countries
During the Middle Ages, people turned against them, believing that they were demons or evil spirits and they were hunted down
So they hid away assuming different personas
Some of them still keep in touch with each other, via letters, but others they had never heard from after their countries and their leaders turned against them
Some of them were captured and jailed (I’m thinking Spain and the Spanish Kingdoms), others hid in plain sight (I’m thinking France and England), a few became “secret military weapons” (Prussia fits this one), and I’m thinking Portugal just traveled around a lot more while trying to evade capture.
Since there was no one there to tell them what they were, the younger nations (e.g. America, Canada, etc.) had no idea that they were nations and just thought that they were powerful immortal children
These younger nations grew up on the streets, fending for themselves, and ditching towns if they’re ever found out. Time will tell if they would ever meet the others.
Eventually, they would all cross paths again and who knows what would happen.
They wouldn’t know that they were nations immediately because they are hiding as regular humans and would be shocked if they figured out what each other was.
I need your help, tumblr. My friend wrote an as-yet-incomplete masterpiece in the deeply important “Finn starts a revolution” Star Wars sub-fandom (there are not enough stories for that yet, there can NEVER BE ENOUGH), and she may write more of it - but she’s also a full time law student who has trouble saying no to extracurriculars because she’s all about saving the world ten anti-oppressive movements at a time.
So she’s really busy always.
(Seriously, I strongly suspect her of somehow acquiring a Time Turner, but if that were true I would think she’d be better rested, you know? Just go back a few hours and sleep on the couch while your past self is sleeping in the bed. Or share the bed? Making out with yourself: optional but not really conducive to rest, probably.)
If she had a tumblr I would tell you to go send her a million asks and prompts and bribes and so on, but she does not. However, I’ll pass along whatever you want to tell her. Including bitter desperation to know what happens next and promises of your firstborn. I will be the messenger. This is a duty and a privilege I hold sacred. This story has to be told.
Here is an excerpt from the beginning (shared with permission):
At first they were cautious. Few who had been stationed on
Starkiller Base had survived its destruction; even fewer of those were willing
to speak of what they had seen, or not seen, or surmised. Those who had been on
Jakku seemed equally close-mouthed. And yet, some of them must have spoken, at
some time; for who else would the ones who later said I heard…, have heard it from?
Over time, the ones who heard watched out for others: for
the sharpshooters from training who missed every shot in battle, for the
mechanics who covered for a sick deckhand during a captain’s inspection, for the
fighters who made effort to remember the designations of the fallen. These ones
they would seek out later, in alcoves or on catwalks, in loading bays and
airlocks, and pass on the whisper: I
heard…. And so word spread, quietly, from stormtrooper to stormtrooper,
from pilot to mechanic, from one hooded or helmeted face to another.
The story changed, never the same from one telling to the
next. I heard he was the best gunner in
his squad. I heard he escaped a whole wing of TIE fighters. The whispers grew
and spread, less plausible each time, until hearsay became legend became
something like religion. I heard he freed
a dozen Resistance prisoners that General Hux had in interrogation. I heard he
disabled an entire Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, and all he had was his
blaster and a grappling hook. They spread until the tales themselves became
so farfetched that everyone knew they weren’t offered for the truth, but for
the telling. I heard he didn’t just
disable it – he blew it into space dust. I heard he fought a lightsaber
duel with Kylo Ren, and lived.
Always, it came back to that: FN-2187 lived.
He picked up other names along the way: the Deserter, the
Resistor, the Survivor, titles chanted silently as mantras by stormtroopers
going into battle, or murmured as talismans against an officer’s cruelty or
Ren’s fits of temper. Half a dozen epithets, none traceable to any one source,
so of course no one knew who started calling him the First – but that was
the title that soon spread furthest, took deepest root. Part of it was the way
the name drew from and yet defied the First Order. But mostly it was something
else: if FN-2187 was the First, it promised there would be more.
* * *
There’s more where that came from.
I am not above doling this out incrementally as motivation. I will post the next snippet as soon as someone asks/bribes/threatens/pleads/bargains, needing to know the rest of the story.
You understand your mission now. Spread the word, everyone.
I imagine how weird it must be for the citizens of Earth C to know about their gods and live among them, like “ Oh you know our beloved godness Terezi Pyrope? I saw her last week, she was licking the logo of a CrockerCorp building”
“ Oh, the hopes and dreams I lived among; when this heart of mine was wise and young. Shine for me again, Little Prince. “ // I know there’s been a new movie in the recent years and that’s g r e a t too, but I will always love that version of Le Petit Prince. Also, the character the Lamplighter has always stood out to me, because of his faithful obedience, and how he brings light to his lonely planet ( though I’ve done his illustration little justice ) ( 1 8 / 0 2 / 2 0 1 7 )
Ludwig was annoyed at a Berlin audience for weeping over his performance. He complained to a friend, “That’s not what we artists wish. We want applause!”
Carl Czerny recorded how Beethoven mocked his audiences for breaking out into sobs and emotional displays after his improvisations. “You are fools! Who can live among such spoiled children?”
In Beethoven’s twenties, the piano was still a delicate, all-wooden instrument. Ludwig once broke so many strings while performing a Mozart concerto that his friend Anton had to untangle broken strings from the piano as he played.
Friedrich Himmel, royal pianist of the court of Prussia, once improvised for Beethoven. After Friedrich had played for a moment, Ludwig snapped, “Well, when are you going to start?” He explained later, “I thought Himmel had just been preluding a bit.”
In 1797, Ludwig dedicated a four-hand piano sonata to Countess von Browne, who gave him a horse in thanks. He rented space for it at a stable and forgot about it until he was shocked and infuriated by a huge feed bill.
Ludwig lived across the street from his student Babette. He showed up for her morning piano lessons in a sleeping cap, dressing gown, and slippers. He dedicated several pieces of music to her, including the passionate Grande Sonata op. 7, nicknamed “The Beloved.”
An amateur pianist named Carl described Ludwig: “Whoever sees Beethoven for the first time and knows nothing about him would surely take him for a malicious, ill-natured and quarrelsome drunk who has no feeling for music.”
You threw your drenched backpack, filled with the school books that have drowned a couple of time, in the corner of the apartment door. The small, homely apartment that you shared with your boyfriend. Both of you and Jungkook were college students and juggled with a part-time job to afford the rent together. Since you and him didn’t want to live among the crowded students in the University’s dorm.
The apartment was placed nearby the sea, making the rents much more expensive. However, the clear view over the Busan sea was unforgettable. Although they forbid pets especially dogs. There’s a big red sign right outside of the door with no dogs allowed. Of course, Jungkook being Jungkook got quite offended by that.
At the same time, no one can know what Jungkook really is. It’s best to keep it as a secret.