As your battalion marches back from Austria, you bite your lip. It has been so long since you've seen the great leader. You do not know what is more attractive about the man, his stunning face, his great manners, or his insane closeted homosexuality. You cannot wait until you meet him again, you are so excited. As you walk into the great Prussian land, you can smell the spirit in the air. Even the great leader himself is impressed with your work. Your attack upon the Habsburgs was nothing short of amazing. As you march into the city, the crowds cheering at the strong army, you see him. Upon the highest porch, you see Frederick. Is he looking at you, you think, or are my eyes deceiving me.
You march into the citadel, the air smells sweet. You feel someone sweep you off the ground from behind, you prepare yourself to fight back. You turn around and see him, the great leader. He has that familiar twinkle in his eye, the great imperialistic twinkle. He smiles while looking at the ground, you blush. He looks you in the eye and says, "Ah, mein Lieber, weißt du, wie schön du nach einer langen Abreise aussiehst?" Shit, you only speak French.
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Historical FictionA daring tale of love between you, the reader, and the great man of Prussia himself!
