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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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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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[He sighs and backs off for now, though, knowing it's probably the best he'll be getting - Germany's every bit as stubborn as he is, after all.] Just don't do anything stupid, as hard as that might be for you. If not for my or your own sake, then at least for - [a disgusted twist of his lips] - hers. Think about how she's going to feel once the fake memories wear off and she realizes what you've been doing to her.
[It's a low, dirty trick, playing on Germany's guilt like that - but then again, East Germany's resorted to far worse methods of manipulation for far lesser reasons, and as long as he keeps telling himself that it's for his brother's own good, he'll stoop to every ploy there is that he's learned in the past twenty years. He's distracted, though, by Germany's next question, flushing and jerking back.]
What, is it illegal now for me to check up on my own little brother? If you don't want me dropping by, just say so!
l-long.........
You have nothing to worry about. It's been a long time, and she and I have become different people. [As far as he let things progress with Romana this morning, he'd not planned on doing anything past that. This was a complex situation that required utmost delicacy, no matter how much she might not care.. Prussia might've meant it as a trick, but Germany's well used to worrying about just about everything and anything already. He barely blinks or shows any inner turmoil at Prussia's statement.] We will wait.
[He replies with a blink.] I always want to see you.
[Germany can't get the image of his brother from earlier that morning out of his mind's eye. "I thought that as long as we were both here, we could try..." The thing stopping Germany from coming over right now and embracing Prussia, or suddenly throwing him to the floor for a wrestling match, or smiling and moving on from all this chaos is that.
He leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees and thinking for a moment before looking up again at Prussia.]
...Did you come here for reunion, after however many years of separation?
If you did, then I'm yours. [Even though Prussia has no reason to believe anything he says, he charges on.] I won't change my mind about how I validate my own memories, I am sorry, but my life is yours. Even if I'm not the Germany, the "West" who you know, I will be someday. I will shoulder it all.
I'll take it.
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I didn't -- you're the one always asking for reunification, not me! I'm doing just awesome on my own! Couldn't be happier!
And don't say that! I don't want your life, I just want...
[What he's always wanted, which is his brother safe and strong and happy, but the words die somewhere on his tongue. Prussia's never been good with either verbal or physical affection, and twenty years spent under Russia's control and isolated from nearly everyone he's ever been close to have only made it worse. He reaches out slowly, at first almost seemingly about to draw Germany into an embrace, but instead just curls his hand around the back of his little brother's neck, sighing a little.]
Idiot. You don't have to take responsibility for everything, you know.
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. . .
[He wasn't expecting what happened then. That, coupled with guilt, makes him hesitant to react at first to the hand on his neck.
But something in his gut gives him the little nudge needed to convince him to lean in to Prussia and circle arms under his, hugging him like he doesn't feel worthy to. He's still not sure what Prussia wants, but he understands and believes that it'll be all right as long as he just stays by his side.]
It's the only thing I'm good at. [Ponders aloud in reply, the words muffled by Prussia's shoulder.]
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But this is his brother. And as much as he tries to deny it, Prussia's missed him almost more than he could bear. So what starts out as awkward pats to the back turns into hands curled tightly into Germany's shirt as Prussia desperately pretends that he's not clinging.]
Don't - don't get the wrong idea or anything! This doesn't mean I want reunification! And you're good at lots of things, you just get too thickheaded every so often and need me to set you straight. You're my brother, after all, you've got to have some awesome in you!