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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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[Romana gos colder, her crossed arms squeezing tight across her body, her nails digging into the skin. She glares at Prussia, trembling slightly, only holding herself back for Germany's sake.]

I don't what he did, but everything I've ever done is to protect my Sorellina. World War Two... [She grips her left shoulder as phantom pain stabs her] I was weakened. I wasn't strong enough to push the Nazi's and the Allies out at the same time... America, Inghilterra.... they said they would help.

[Taking a deep breath she forces on] Germania, not your fratello, but the cagna from my world took my sister, made her a puppet state. What would you do if that was done to your sister huh?

I had nothing to do with what the Allies did with you, or Germania. I only needed them to get my sorellina back, and so yes, I signed a deal with the devil, turned my back on them, you, whatever, to save her. [She sounds tired, worn out as she glances to Germany before looking at the floor, her voice cracking every time she tries to speak again, until she just gives up.]

I don't remember because it didn't happen! Use your fucking brain for once! There's a reason why your memories are unbelievable! It's a sign that you shouldn't fucking believe them!

[He scowls blackly at Romana, his attention entirely on her now.]

And you think I haven't? I'm trying to protect him right now, even though god knows he doesn't deserve it! My brother and your Germany did the exact same fucking thing, and you still think you're in love with him? Then go back to your own Germany and leave mine the hell alone! He's an idiot, but he's young, what the fuck ever - you, at least, should know better! You're not even from the same fucking world! You still haven't answered my question - what the hell do you plan on doing? Leave your sister and your world for ours?

[His eyes snap back to Germany and he jabs a finger into his chest.] Or maybe you plan on turning your back against your own family and heading to hers, huh? Or staying here and forgetting all about what you owe your people? Running away from your duty for the sake of a love that isn't even real? Because if that's the case, then tell me right now, and I swear I'll walk out that door and you won't ever have to deal with me again.

[Panting slightly, he takes a step back and spreads his arms mockingly.] So what's it going to be, you two? You're gonna have to make the choice sooner or later, might as well make it now. If Romana wants to come back to our world, betray her own sister and never see her again for love, then that's fine with me. I'll even throw the two of you a fucking party to show how supportive I am, hey.

[If Romana starts to speak up, Germany puts a hand on her shoulder in a silent request to wait.

He lifts dazed eyes to Prussia.] You found us just minutes after we'd confirmed with each other that our memories had returned. Do not assume that seeing us embracing means that we're ready to throw away everything else dear to us in both our lives, both our worlds.

You're being cruel. Stop using this as an excuse to let out your obvious contempt for me for whatever it is I did in my future, and give me a chance to sort this out, with each of you.

[But with who? What should he say? How can he possibly reconcile this situation?

How could the best and worst feelings he's ever experienced in his entire life occur within the same day...]

[The clock in the hall chimes thirty minutes past seven.] But first, I need to go to training exercises in the park. You may both attend, if you wish.

I-! [Her rebuttal against Prussia ends as quick as it begins, the simple weight of Germany's hand on her shoulder making her fall silent. Her hand moves from her shoulder to touch his, Romana closing her eyes. It's just going round and round, the hatred, the fighting, the anger. She wants to scream, she wants to hurt Prussia, wants to cry.

But she does nothing, taking a shuddering breath. Just how much has she screwed up, she almost asks. But she holds it in, swallowing before quietly asking:]

I'll come with you... if you want me. [Slowly she glances up at Prussia, waiting for his answer.]

There shouldn't be anything to sort out. As a nation, your duty is always, always, first and foremost to your people. Either you're a country and my brother or you're not. The fact that you're even hesitating makes it clear what you've chosen.

[The explosive rage has left his voice, and now Prussia just looks and sounds defeated. Why had he come here again? To yell at Germany for being an idiot, to convince himself that reunification was a terrible idea, to at least attempt to reconcile with a brother he hadn't even seen in twenty years?

...well, the answer was obvious enough, wasn't it? When he'd regained his memories, it hadn't been America he'd run to first, but Germany - he loved them both fiercely, if in different ways, but even from behind a wall, furious and desperately trying to prove himself against his own little brother, Prussia would always side with family over anyone else. Even when working together with America to bring down his own government, it had always been for Germany's sake, to free him from his insane boss. And to have that thrown into his face again, to find out that evidently he was the only one who felt that way....

All of a sudden, he doesn't want to be here anymore, can't even stand looking at the two of them close together, siding against him and shutting him out. It's enough to drown out even his refusal to let either one of them out of his sight. Prussia's had more than enough of being isolated after the last two decades, and it's painfully clear now that he's not wanted around anyway. Besides, if Germany was going to choose a near complete stranger over his own flesh and blood, then Prussia could do that too.]

Yeah, I've already got plans for today...and they're with someone way more awesome and fun than either of you! I don't even know why I bothered coming here when I could have been hanging out with them instead!

[He glares at Germany.]

We're going to have a talk about this later though. And as for you - [disgusted scoff at Romana] - don't even think about trying anything funny with him or I'll know! I've got eyes fucking everywhere, you can't escape from my Stasi!

[In other words, he's going to send Bird to stalk them both, then bug their houses while they're gone. And also throw bombs at them if he sees anything inappropriate going on because there is no sex in the Soviet Union. And also because he's angry and it's fun.]

We will talk very soon, Bruder. [The longer they talk, the more Prussia finds more reasons to hurt. Germany has to get out of there, before things get even worse than they are.

He'll go to training exercises as he said, and then return home to call in sick to work. Along the way, he can't help but notice his neighbors aren't smiling as Romana and he walk arm-in-arm down the street. He hasn't shown any physical affection toward her other than that, by the way, Romana; he'll accept her affections, however.

Hanging up the phone after his call to work, he speaks.] I don't care what he said about you, just so you know. You don't need to explain what he said right now, or ever, if you think it doesn't matter. If you think so, then it won't matter to me, either.

I learned from England, here in Mayfield, that I will lose the war at home. I've tried to hide from any other details about it, but I've been here with nations from different periods in history so long, escape from the truth has finally proven impossible. [He can tell her everything he's ever worried about. The blessing of finding love, being able to bear his soul; such a terrifying freedom, it is.] I am aware now that I am destined to lose my way and hurt many of those close to me. Bruder is strong; what we saw earlier was likely only the tip of the iceberg to the hardships he's had to deal with over the decades since my defeat.

Even so, he still-- [Voice breaking off, Germany leaves his mouth hanging open where it stopped. Even with all that pain, Prussia still sought him out first thing in the morning after coming back to Mayfield from the 60s... Slowly, Germany lifts a claw-like hand to his face, covering eyes that have already started to overflow with tears.]

[Romana sits the exercises out, watching from the side. She has a frown on her face as she stares off into the distance, thinking and over thinking until he finishes. Then she follows him home, arm linked with his, Romana staring down at the ground. When she does glance up, she flinches slightly at the gazes of the drones, the way they look at her, look at them in disgust. Biting her lip she looks away.

She takes a seat as he makes a call, her shoes sitting neatly before the couch as she curls up, still upset. Prussia's words had cut deep, and she barely pays attention to Germany's words. Until his voice cracks, making her look up, stand up. In an instant she's next to him, guiding him down into an armchair, perching on one arm so she can hold him close, finger combing his hair]

I-It's okay, tesoro... we'll fix this, I promise... we all... we all fall, Prussia knows that, he... he'll come to accept us, you're his brother. He will never hate you, you never can. [Prussia hating her though... that is a possibility, a very likely one. But she's a proud and strong woman, she'll hold her head up high and refuse to back down. She's not letting Germany go this time.

But for now, she keeps stroking his head, holding him to her chest as she rocks slightly, humming softly as if to help soothe him] Just let it out, si, you'll feel better Ludwig...

Edited 2011-02-17 02:34 (UTC)

[It feels like home, crying into the arms of the woman who showed him the happiest days of his life decades before. The usual straight-posture Germany sits lop-sided and practically melts against her embrace. For once, he doesn't feel that the tears are his enemy. Shaky breathing is all he replies with at first, but after a few minutes, he finally seems to gain control once more. Squeezing her arm in thanks, he leans away from her to speak again, wiping away the tears with the back of his hand.] . . .

I'm going to go talk to him now, if he'll have it. I want to talk to you about everything, [Ashamed of how greedy he's being, he can't look up at her as he continues] about what you mean to me, about what we should do, but every minute I spend away from him I grow...colder, somehow.

I don't know what he'll say or how he'll accept what I have to say, but I have to go. He doesn't understand what those memories mean to me. You, even, might not understand. [He rests a hand on her knee, finally turning his gaze up.] I want to find a way to show that to both of you.

[There's not even a snarky quip about the tear stains on her blouse, Romana only reaching up to helping him wipe the tears off his face. Her own expression is sad, as she stares down at him, unable to even form a mask. She wants to cry herself, fall into his arms and sob, but she can't. She's managed close to a century without him to cry too, she can manage one day. He's... he's the one that's currently being affected by their choices, it's not fair to turn the attention onto herself, not when the closest thing to her sister is a small non-judgemental child. It's hard for Germany.

She repeats that, until she feels herself grow numb. It's better than crying at least. Swallowing, she slowly strokes his hair, moving to cup his cheek as he looks up] I-I know you do... You wouldn't be yourself if you didn't try to repair this. You wouldn't... wouldn't be the man I love if you didn't.

[Her hand starts to tremble and she takes it away, holding it in her lap. She looks away, fingers curling in the skirt as she tries to hold back a breaking dam.] But I... I don't want... What if... I don't want you to go, when I've only just remembered... [Her voice cracks, Romana covering her mouth as her shoulders shake with repressed sobs, Romana refusing to look up]

[Germany watches her turn away, and closes his eyes solemnly before resting his forehead against her arm. She's like an angel, to deal with all this...]

I'm sorry. Please, Meine liebe, when I'm back we'll have the rest of the day. [He reaches to pull her onto his lap and whisper against her forehead between kisses.] Please...

[He gently tries to coax the hand away from her mouth, so he might kiss it, too.]

Chiara...

Edited 2011-02-17 05:18 (UTC)

[She should hate him, for the way he destroys all her defenses, carefully crafted so that no one ever sees her this weak again. But he tears them apart, and she moves into his lap without protest. Her spare hand clings to his shirt as she fights to get her tears under control.] L-Ludwig... I-I...

[At first she resists his attempts to move her hand, not want for him to see her like this, hear her like this. Eventually she gives in, shivering and biting her lower lip] Ti amo... per favore, just stay...

[She makes him stronger. It's why he can be sure of what needs to be done, makes him feel like he has a place in the world. Germany pushes her hair aside so he can see her face better.] I've seen your crying face before just last Christmas, you've no need to hide such beautiful eyes.

[He can't stay. But he'll prolong for little longer, even though Prussia's despair and tear-filled face looms on the back of his mind.]

We've been able to make a few memories already, thanks to this place. If only I'd remembered the moment I saw you again...

[She swallows, wiping her eyes as she blushes lightly] They'd be red now... [Shakes her head, before leaning against his chest, still clutching his shirt. It feels so right, being like this, being with him. How can Prussia, how can anyone call them wrong. A love like this... it was a rarity.

But she knows she'll have to move soon, let him go and do the damage control. He won't be able to rest until he does.]

Si... but we... we have now at least... And we can be together here. [Until they find a way home that is.]

[The last words she says make Germany's chest tighten. The future is always so uncertain here; it's no better than they were back then. Grateful though he is to have found love, he understands how life will continue to progress with or without their happiness.]

Kiss me, Chiara. [He gently strokes fingers along her jaw.Something inside him is telling him he needs to grab onto this moment with her right now; he shakes off the fear, and tells himself that he's simply happy to be able to kiss her, like he did then.] Please...

[She ignores the nagging feeling she should walk away, protect her heart now before this town tramples on it. No, she's in control of her love life, this is the one aspect they can't play with right? She simply won't let Mayfield break them apart.]

Kiss... [Slowly she nods, shifting slightly so she straddles his lap, staring down at him through her lashes. This is one of the few times she's taller so she holds back, though it's partially to tease him. Her fingers run over his cheek as she leans down, her lips meeting his, Romana sinking down into his lap again. Her eyes closes as she keeps contact with his lips, happy to keep it slow for now.]

[Germany doesn't know what the future holds yet, but right now, he's content to meet his lover's kiss as deeply as the mood allows. He pulls her waist against him, wanting to prove to her that she has him, body and soul.

He keeps it up for a little while, but he can't let it go any longer or it would make parting with her even harder. He breaks away to kiss her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, her forehead.

He pulls away, smoothing a hand over one of her legs. Time to get up...]

Edited 2011-02-17 06:24 (UTC)

[Her fingers curl in his hair, mussing it up, and Romana giggles softly, squirming as the kisses across her face tickle. She starts to feel better, happier, and the tap to her leg is forcibly ignore, Romana shaking her head as she kisses Germany again, soft and sweet] Not yet, per favore, 10 more minutes, si?

[She doesn't give him time to answer, kissing him again, the one much more passionate than the last as she nips his lower lip, pressing closer]

E-- [O-oh my. Germany couldn't have prepared himself for this, even having remembered how fiesty Romana was before. She's going to swallow him whole at this rate--

--but he answers her kiss after a second of wavering, especially thanks to feeling her press closer against him. He wanted to wait and talk more before they revisited their old intimate levels again, but...

At any rate, if she lets off him ever, he whispers breathlessly.] Five. I must go after that, Miene liebe, only five...

[Eyes closed, she nods, taking the time while he's speaking to take a breather] Fine... 5 minutes.

[And she refuses to waste a single minute, cupping his face and kissing him again, soft, teasing kisses that never really go anywhere as she tries to provoke him into acting too.

Then again, he can be rather slow on the emotional level...] Touch me, per favore, don't make me do it all...

[Germany will always be somewhat sexually hesitant, even after finding Romana so many years ago. She's certainly inspired him to take a step outside what would be his usual comfort level, though.

He leans forward to try to catch her lips in more substantial kisses, falling for the bait easily. Part of him still wonders how much he should allow, before they've had a chance to talk...

So strange, so liberating it is to internally reply with a "meh" to his worries. Hands search over the curves of Romana's torso, making his chest ache at being able to do so after so many years apart, unknowing.]

[Prussia's a lot happier after his date with America, if a little more singed and burnt than before; blowing shit up - specifically Russia's shit - always cheered him up. Of course, his good mood disappears instantly when he checks his bugs and realizes just what Germany and Romana are getting up too. He makes a few quick preparations before hopping on his motorcycle and speeding to his brother's house as fast as he can, traffic laws be damned.

Even being prepared for what's coming doesn't stop Prussia from gagging in disgust when he breaks into Germany's house again and walks in on the two making out like there's no tomorrow. Sorry, guys, but your makeout session is about to get interrupted by two bottles of ice-cold water being dumped over your heads. There is no sex in the Soviet Union.]

[Her own fingers are slow as she trails them down his chest, half because she's still shy of showing physical affection, half because it's been so long. She wants to go slow, remember this, remember him. She has to relearn him, in a way. Nearly a century has passed for her after all.

Every kiss he gives her is met, Romana trying not to smirk. He's so easy to distract, given that you know the right temptations for him. A part of her chides her manipulative actions, for being the temptress when she really should let him go and try and smooth things over with Prussia. But she squashes that voice, burying it deep down. She sick of listening to what's best, she wants to do something that she truly wants. She shudders at the feel of his hands over her body, so close but yet still kept back by her clothing. It's not the same as his touches on her bare skin, not the same as their first time. She whines softly, shifting slightly--]

[--And then she tears herself back, shrieking loudly as the water is poured over her, drenching her hair, her clothes. Acting blindly she swings, her arm, feeling her elbow connect with something. Her body shudders, cold already seeping into her, and she gasps,] C-Cazzo!

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