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A. [Romana hadn't even glanced twice at the small package, setting down her knife on the chopping board as she opened it. As soon as the flap was lifted, the memories rushed back in Romana gasping as she stiffened.

Germany... Germany. He had come to her world in the past, Mayfield wasn't their first meeting. She swallows, letting the letter drop, turning the stove off in a daze. And then she snapped to attention, moving in quick military precision as she grabbed her coat and left the house, door banging shut.

She had to find him. Had to see if he remembered what they had shared, what they had done. Her breath appears on the air as she runs straight to his house, banging on the the front door with a fist, shaking slightly as she waits impatiently for him to answer his door.]

Germania, dammit, Germania, will you open the door per favore!

[There's no anger in her voice, just frustration, and slight worry. They were torn apart once before what was to say that their relationship wouldn't be interfered with again? Finally she slams her hand against the door once more, desperation completely clear]

Ludwig, bambino, open the door, per favore!

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[It came to him while he was feeding his puppy that morning. A merging of worlds, a meeting, which then turned to something truly unfathomable. Near incomprehensible...

The door opens for Romana not long after she begins calling for him. Embarrassment and confusion make it impossible for Germany to look directly at her, though he manages to catch a few quick glances as he speaks, face covered in an obvious blushing red.] W-what's all this about? Some in my household are still sleeping.

[His harsh words are forced, and quite weak in tone.]

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Ludwig... [The name is a whisper, Romana blushing lightly as her fingers twitch, wanting to grab ahold of him. Slowly she takes a step forward, eyes darting across his face]

Do... do you... oh please, tell me you remem...

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[She bites her lip, before suddenly pressing against him, up on tiptoes with her arms around his neck to pull him down as she kisses him with all she's got.]

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[A forgotten love returns

It feels like something even more profound than the memories he regained this morning. He doesn't know why.

He feels happy, though, and leans down into it so she doesn't have to reach so high. The tiny German engineers inside his head are completely stumped, but at least he doesn't seem about to faint...does he?]

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[She's smiling, even giggling as she keeps kissing him, her joy overflowing. She's still on tiptoes, hand around his neck and she'll stay like that until he moves her, but right now this is all she wants, where she wants to be]

You- [Kiss] -You remember then?

[reluctantnanny.livejournal.com]

S-stop-- This isn't good, not [gets kissed] not out in public. People will see.

[Still too confused to smile back, and something about being kissed on the lips on Valentines' Day by an Italian brings up other, more recent memories that he'd rather not recall while he deals with this aaah] So it's true...? If you also remembered...

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[Pouting as she rocks back on heels, grip loosening] Si... I-I'm sorry... I've... I need to do that.

[Blushes as she lets go completely, fiddling with her hair] Si, I rememeber. How we met before, what... what we had. [Looks upset] How I forgot...

I'm sorry.

[reluctantnanny.livejournal.com]

There's nothing to be sorry about. I can't believe the town would stoop so low to hide a memory like that. [Clenching his fist in anger, but only for a moment. Seeing her face like that sends a sting through his chest, and after just the slightest bit of hesitation, reaches forward to simply take a hold of the hand at her side reassuringly.]

. . .

I thought it might be a trick... [Is that low voice of his cracking? You must be imagining things.] But you remember... There was an international meeting we left. I can't believe I did that.

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M-Maybe it wasn't... wasn't the town... [Glances away even as her fingers link with his] I haven't... I haven't remembered for years...

[Swallows as she starts to angry] I-I bet in was Inghilterra, the witch. She took you away and made me forget...

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I... [She steps forward, slowly, before hugging him around the waist, cheek pressed against his chest. He still smells the same she half realises, and she looks up, shaking her head, her voice as firm as she can manage] Fuck the meetings. Fuck all of them, the bastards. I didn't regret what we did then and...

and I don't regret it now.

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[Blush returning again as he's hugged, Germany slowly brings his arms around Romana, wanting to make it better somehow.] You're right... I didn't know even before I ended up here. [So used to sudden happenings and strange coincidences being the fault of the town, he can't help but suspect right away. Her logic clears it up, though.] They must've erased our memories after the worlds...

[Unable to finish the sentence, scrunching up his brow as he bows his head low to rest atop Romana's.]

Romana...

Chiara...

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[She meets his gaze, reaching up with one hand to touch his cheek, laying the palm flat agaunst the skin. He's here, he's here and no one from their world is here to stop them. Her breath catches in her throat as she nods, mouth dry. They can be together here.]

L-Ludwig...

[She presses her cheek against his chest, inhaling and closing her eyes and she clings to him. Somehow, everything seems so much better, as if this is what she's been waiting for.]

I've missed you so much...

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[reluctantnanny.livejournal.com]

[Phone call after phone call. A few house visits. A few times stopping himself from going home to Romana's arms, reminding himself why he's doing this. It'll be fine. He can trust what he knows. Even if Mayfield has plagued his sanity for so long, sending all kinds of curveballs his way, they've never been able to alter the memories he has. The town had blocked memories before, yes, but never created false ones. You either remember your past, or you don't; it's still your past, though.

Your past, your memories, your very self.











Germany hangs up the phone after one more call. There've been many, today, though he was expecting as much on a holiday. No sign of any mischief by the town...save for everyone regaining some lost memories.

Some lost, made-up memories.

He can't take his eyes away from the phone for a while.]

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[Late afternoon, Romana gets a phone call...]

I'm sorry that I took so long. I've been investigating near-tirelessly, ever since you left the house. Bruder would never be convinced to believe us if I did not..

[He is trying so hard

with every fiber in his body

not to fuck this up]

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[Ever since Germany suggested she go home, get dressed in her own clothes, Romana's kept herself busy. There is a small seed of doubt that keep niggling at her, but she's ignored it, suppressing it with cooking, shooing Seborga out of the kitchen, and picking through her clothes. It all the rush, and confusion, she's only just realised what day it is, and seeing as they can spend it together, she's going to make it into the best Valentine's Day ever.

Hence, her opening Pronto at the start of the call is cheerful, and her happiness only grows as she recognises his voice.]

Ludwig, amore, it's okay, I told you that. I know how important famiglia is...

[A soft hum, Romana playing with the phone's cord] He believes you then? And you can come over now, si? Dinner's almost ready after all.

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[He knew seeing her in person would be terrifying, but even just hearing her happy tone of voice is enough to make him want to give up his strategy entirely. What strategy was it, anyway? He has none. That, and he can't stop thinking about every detail in every single one of their rendezvous back then in that false backstory Mayfield cooked up... And the feelings, little fragments of what's left of them, still dance around painfully in his chest.]

Ah, erm, I haven't spoken with him quite yet... If I didn't approach it just right, he might never speak to me again.

[Stalling, his mind races. This can't go on forever, surely everything will revert back to normal within a week's time as is usual in the town, right? She'll realize eventually on her own... Can't he just find some excuse to give her...]

Y-You made dinner? Oh. Oh... That sounds...genuinely delicious.

[He wants to cry. Both from frustration and the conflict of feelings still warring inside his heart-- mind-- himself, something!!]

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[reluctantnanny.livejournal.com]

[And then, suddenly













of course of course] I never wanted to do this to you, Chiara, but I've made a mistake. I'm calling from jail, I'm sorry. You're my...one phone call... I'm sorry.

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Ah, si, Prussia is... stubborn. You need evidence I suppose, from someone else... [Because clearly they're obvious love wasn't clear enough for Prussia. Denial was a strong thing after all, she shouldn't be angry at him for being unable to accept his brother had grown up.

A soft hum, as she peeks at the food, checking that nothing's burning before focusing on him again] Si.. I, I kind of got carried away... [Soft chuckle] But I made your favouri-

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...J-Jail? [Istantly, scenes of Germany being injured, framed for a crime he didn't commit, being beaten and cruelly mistreated by guards comes to mind. Clearly he was innocent, he had been framed for whatever he had done, and he needed her to come and help]

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I'll be right there. Don't worry amore, I'm sure it's all just a misunderstanding, si? I know you, you would never do anything worth jail time.

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It's... I'm at fault.

One of the drones...wouldn't...leave me alone, about you. About us. I tried my best to ignore him, but he kept following me, and he said things about you. Terrible... awful things about you, and I couldn't hold back any longer. He, ah... I...

I l-lost control.

[Is he doing this... Someone save him...]

They tell me I won't get bail. My hearing is next week.

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It wasn't your fault then! The bastardo provoked you! Ludwig, it wasn't your fault, tesoro, okay? And it was a drone, not a real human... those things are creepy anyway.

[Not easily deterred at all] I'm coming to get you bambino, okay? Sit tight for now, and I'll make sure you get out.

[reluctantnanny.livejournal.com]

[Germany hates lying, and this is why

mind

racing

dizzy]

I'm happy that you're coming to visit me, but please, would you first...stop by...my house. Bruder's gone by now, so perhaps you could pick up some of the beers from the freezer chest for me. Th-they've given me permission to have one a day.

[Okay what else]

You can help me get out by being the angel you are...

[Wh...what does that mean...]

I'm so sorry, please don't make this worse by getting into trouble yourself. They didn't drone me, but what if they drone you? I won't have it!

I'll see you. Drive safely and slowly, for me..?

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... O...Okay? [It seems strange to have that request filled, in a jail, but... Mayfield's a strange town. And he's probably asking her to get his beer because the American stuff is... well shit. It all makes sense, really... at least that's what she keeps saying to herself, trying to combat the niggling feeling that something is not right.]

I... I'll be careful Ludwig. Stay safe, si? I'll be there soon.

Ti amo. [Click goes the phone]

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[As soon as she hangs up, Romana starts rushing around, collecting everything she needs. Her clothing is changed to her military uniform, red heels put on, all so a future attempt to use her looks to get access to Germany might work. A woman's cleavage can be a powerful thing after all.

And in case that doesn't work, there's always guns. One's slipped into the holster on her thigh, her skirt only just hiding it, while another is put in a small handbag. Then she rushes downstairs, stopping only to collect the few finished pieces of dinner, putting a small basket together for Germany, so all her work won't be completely wasted. She had done it all for him, for them, and if he can't come to dinner, she'll bring it to him.

Then, after grabbing Australia's keys, she drives to Germany's house, easily picking the lock, slipping in to grab a few bottles of beer, and then back out. And then she's back in the car, actually sticking to the speed limit for once as she goes to the jail.

After a few bribes, including leaving a small bit of dinner with the guard at the front, and showing a bit of cleavage, Romana's heading down between the line of cells, her heels clicking on the floor.]

Ludwig? Tesoro?