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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!
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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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...
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[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...
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[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...
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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.]
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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...
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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.]
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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...]
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[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]
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--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...
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[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...
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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.]
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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.]
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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--]
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When ice old water splashes over them, his first reaction is to instinctually throw arms above Romana's head, regardless of how helpful the action is. Realizing where the water's coming from, he swats a hand toward the bottle blindly.] NGH-- OY!!
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[Prussia chokes and doubles over as Romana's elbow hits him squarely in the vital regions, and oh shit not as planned. He's more than used to that sort of abuse though, especially since living with his new wife, so it only takes him a few moments before he recovers, eyes watering a little as he reaches out blindly, grabs Germany's ear, and twists, trying to drag him off the couch.]
Right, you, with me! We're hashing this out right now, and I'm not letting you leave until you get it into your thick head that this is fake!
As for you - [waves hand vaguely at Romana] - go...go be girly and seductive somewhere else! Away from here!
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It's building though, the look on Romana's face growing darker and darker, hands forming fists as she now shakes in barely contained anger. Either they get Prussia away asap, or she's going to explode.]
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He should've left sooner.] Romana, feel free to use the shower. I'm sure Kallen wouldn't mind you borrowing some clothes. I'm sorry for all this.
Bruder, I'll stay with you as long as you need.
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[He relents a little when Germany agrees to stay with him though, letting go of his ear. Then he just glowers pointedly at Romana; if she doesn't leave, he'll try dragging his brother into a different room, but he really doesn't want to have this conversation with her around.]
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Finally she nods, sharply, proudly. Head held high she passes the other two, her glare turning away from Prussia, softening to become a soft smile for Germany. Her hand brushes his arm, giving it a light squeeze, a message of you can do it. Or maybe it's Just yell and I'll be down. Who knows. She never says, and she heads up the stairs, the sound of the shower being turned on a few minutes later.]
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After she's gone, Germany turns an icy glare to Prussia.] You're angry with me. Not her. What the hell did you do since you broke in the first time, Bruder? [We are convinced that you've become a psychopath.]
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It doesn't matter. And I'm furious at you both. She's a goddamn hypocrite and old enough to know better. You're just an idiot.
[He pulls up a chair across from Germany's spot on the couch, still not comfortable enough with his long-estranged brother to actually sit next to him.]
The memories are fake, dummkopf. It's not just me - America and Hungary don't remember shit about worlds crossing over either. And before you start on England's magic again or whatever, really think about what you're saying - you actually think that guy has that kinda power? Really? Because if he did, I seriously doubt America would have won his revolution, even with my awesome training!
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England might've fixed it on a fluke. I remember it taking a good long while before everything was restored back to normal. And you know as well as I do we don't work the same as everyone else in the world.
[Sure, it's strange that only Romana and he have remembered, but Germany doesn't see it as mattering much, it seems.] Has this happened to anyone else in the town? Fake memories.
[Anything weird that's happened in this place has always involved either a single person's memories being tampered with, or the majority of the captured. That pattern has stuck tried and true.]
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Or maybe, instead of putting confidence in England's powers, which have never worked ever no matter what Spain says, you should trust me when I tell you that none of those memories are real. We know that the town can mess with our heads and make us hallucinate shit - what's more likely, worlds crossing over back home or the bastards here just fucking with you again?
[A shrug.] I dunno, I haven't been keeping track of what's been happening to the rest of the people here. [Because I've been too busy keeping track of you is very much implied here.] But it's an American holiday today, yeah? You know weird shit always happens here around those. I bet you're not the only one who's suddenly 'remembering' shit that obviously can't have happened and that no one else does.
[Really, the only reasons why he hasn't been questioning his own sudden memory regain is because a) they're actually somewhat plausible, what with America being from his own world and all, b) Romana's reactions have verified that what he remembers happening in WWII is true, and c) like America, these new memories make Prussia look pretty damn awesome, so obviously they're true.]
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I'll go and check the town. I was going to, anyway, precisely because of what happened last year. [He'll move it up on his schedule today thanks to Prussia, though...] I'm sure the town is up to something, but I cannot discredit what I remember just because you ask me to. What am I, if I cannot trust what I remember? My memories of my life before this town are all that I have to keep me sane.
Bruder, I want to talk about you, now. [The plee comes forth with a heavy, defeated tone. He'll probably not get what he wants, here, he's aware.] You came here for a different reason the first time, so what was it..?
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l-long.........
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