Well, "Petersburg Pete" sounds just too silly even for him, and HolsteinPete would be too obscure for future readers. :)
As for a sequel, only if I can think of something worthy.
BTW, FrankfurtHans saw the Rational Fanboy once, from afar, when Joseph was in Frankfurt to be crowned as King of the Romans and future Emperor. Since Goethe's parents had witnessed both the coronation of Charles VII (aka Karl Albrecht von Wittelsbach) and then shortly after of Franz, with MT attending, and Frankfurt was really proud of being the city where Emperors get crowned (Joseph was the last one, btw; Leopold didn't bother anymore, and then, Napoleon officially dissolved the HRE), young JWG, Fritzian fanboy or not, did of course go to the big event. Luckily for history, because that's why we have an extensive description of how this soon to be no more ceremony looked like by our most famous writer ever. Of course by the time he described this along with the rest of his childhood and adolescence, he was old, and the world had changed so very much none of the people in youth would have predicted it. (Goethe died in 1832. The industrial age had dawned!)
It's not crack fic, but here are two tongue-in-cheek descriptions of the Frankfurt coronations from his memoirs, first anecdotes his parents told him about the FS coronation and then a bit about Joseph's:
(They told me): Maria Theresia, exceptionally beautiful, witnessed the ceremony from a balcony window at House Frauenstein, next to the Römer (= Frankfurt City Hall), and when her husband returned in the strange costume from the cathedral and must have looked like the ghost of Charlemagne to her, he joked with her by raising, ghost-like, both hands with the sceptre and the miraculous medieval gloves, which made her burst out laughing; which endeared them to the witnessing people as it made the relationship of the highest-ranking couple in Christendom look good and natural. And when the Empress to greet her husband then waved with her hankerchief and called a loud "Vivat!" for him, the enthusiasm and cheer knew no ending. (...)
And now for his own glimpse at FS and Joseph in his youthful awkwardness:
Finally the two majesties arrived. Father and son were dressed up to the nines. The Emperor's robe of purple silk with pearls and jewelry and the crown and scepter he carried were pleasing to the eye: for it was all newly made, and the imitation of ancient finery was successful. So he moved comfortably in his well-fitting suit, and the expression in his good-natured face was that of emperor and father both. The young King, however, had to drag himself around with the immense wardrobe and jewely straight from Charlemagne like with an ill-fitting costume, and he couldn't surpress a smile now and then when he caught his father's eye. The crown which had to be euqipped with additional pollstery sat like an overbearing rooftop on his head. The Dalmatica, the Stola, however one had tried to make them fit didn't produce an advantageous look. One was awed at the sight of Charlemagne's sceptre; but one couldn't deny that it would have been better to look at a mighty, impressive figure able to fill out those robes.
Poor ViennaJoe. I can't think of a worse fate for an awkward teen than having to wear those robes in front of everyone. (Mind you, the whole description is written with the awareness that this was the last and with the obvious symbolism of the HRE being doomed in mind.)
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As for a sequel, only if I can think of something worthy.
BTW, FrankfurtHans saw the Rational Fanboy once, from afar, when Joseph was in Frankfurt to be crowned as King of the Romans and future Emperor. Since Goethe's parents had witnessed both the coronation of Charles VII (aka Karl Albrecht von Wittelsbach) and then shortly after of Franz, with MT attending, and Frankfurt was really proud of being the city where Emperors get crowned (Joseph was the last one, btw; Leopold didn't bother anymore, and then, Napoleon officially dissolved the HRE), young JWG, Fritzian fanboy or not, did of course go to the big event. Luckily for history, because that's why we have an extensive description of how this soon to be no more ceremony looked like by our most famous writer ever. Of course by the time he described this along with the rest of his childhood and adolescence, he was old, and the world had changed so very much none of the people in youth would have predicted it. (Goethe died in 1832. The industrial age had dawned!)
It's not crack fic, but here are two tongue-in-cheek descriptions of the Frankfurt coronations from his memoirs, first anecdotes his parents told him about the FS coronation and then a bit about Joseph's:
(They told me): Maria Theresia, exceptionally beautiful, witnessed the ceremony from a balcony window at House Frauenstein, next to the Römer (= Frankfurt City Hall), and when her husband returned in the strange costume from the cathedral and must have looked like the ghost of Charlemagne to her, he joked with her by raising, ghost-like, both hands with the sceptre and the miraculous medieval gloves, which made her burst out laughing; which endeared them to the witnessing people as it made the relationship of the highest-ranking couple in Christendom look good and natural. And when the Empress to greet her husband then waved with her hankerchief and called a loud "Vivat!" for him, the enthusiasm and cheer knew no ending. (...)
And now for his own glimpse at FS and Joseph in his youthful awkwardness:
Finally the two majesties arrived. Father and son were dressed up to the nines. The Emperor's robe of purple silk with pearls and jewelry and the crown and scepter he carried were pleasing to the eye: for it was all newly made, and the imitation of ancient finery was successful. So he moved comfortably in his well-fitting suit, and the expression in his good-natured face was that of emperor and father both. The young King, however, had to drag himself around with the immense wardrobe and jewely straight from Charlemagne like with an ill-fitting costume, and he couldn't surpress a smile now and then when he caught his father's eye. The crown which had to be euqipped with additional pollstery sat like an overbearing rooftop on his head. The Dalmatica, the Stola, however one had tried to make them fit didn't produce an advantageous look. One was awed at the sight of Charlemagne's sceptre; but one couldn't deny that it would have been better to look at a mighty, impressive figure able to fill out those robes.
Poor ViennaJoe. I can't think of a worse fate for an awkward teen than having to wear those robes in front of everyone. (Mind you, the whole description is written with the awareness that this was the last and with the obvious symbolism of the HRE being doomed in mind.)