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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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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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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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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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[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.
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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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I... I'll be careful Ludwig. Stay safe, si? I'll be there soon.
Ti amo. [Click goes the phone]
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..and immediately dials for Prussia. Very quickly.
He can barely think straight, but the adrenaline seems to be running his system passably.]
Bruder. Please, I have a very strange but important favor to ask. I need to hide out in the jail for a week. Do you have the authorization to admit me into one of the vacant cells? Surely you have the authorization. You must.
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Uh, yeah, I guess? I dunno, I've never had to arrest anyone before, I just beat the shit out of any troublemakers I see and try to figure out what that fatass is up to. What the hell's going on, Germany? Don't tell me you did something stupid again! If you need somewhere to hide out, just do it here!
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I never do anything stupid. When in control of my own will power. Romana must see me in jail. I've told her I was arrested, in order to avoid uncomfortable situations.
I'll stay there until she realizes the truth, as I have. Well over half the town has regained memories of a past love affair. The conclusion is clear.
You got it right.
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...I mean, of course I did! So you've finally come to your senses, huh? Geez, when are you gonna learn that your awesome big bro is always right? You should listen to me more often!
And that's...a really fucking stupid plan, West. I'm not gonna lock you in jail! Do you have any idea of the shit they might do to you down there? Like hell am I leaving you in that fatass's hands! Just tell Romana the truth or come lock yourself in my house, if you really need to hide out somewhere.
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Tch... I've been through worse, believe me. [It is kind of scary handing himself over to Grady, b-but] I'm certain that the only place I can hide out from her is prison. She will go after you, if I were to hide out with you. You two are best off not confronting at all. Now please, just hurry and meet me at the jail, I'm begging you! We don't have much time before she'll be there, the way she drives. [Even if they were fake memories, he gets the sneaking suspicion that things like that were entirely accurate...]
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I could take her with one hand tied behind my back! Blindfolded! And West, you complete blockhead, what the hell do you think's going to happen if these fake memories last for more than a couple of days? If you're stuck in jail, you won't be able to make it back home and you'll be droned there! And there's no way I'm leaving you there on your own, anyway, not when we don't know what'll happen to you in there! Just be a man, have some goddamn pride, and tell Romana the truth!
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But-- I've already told her that-- And they wouldn't drone me, I--
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I...should.
Shouldn't I.
Ah... What have I done...? I've made it worse.
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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?
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He has no idea what he's doing. He'll bear with that uncertainty, for her sake.
He calls out, eyes determined.] ...Romana, over here.
[She's carrying a basket. The dinner she made for him...] . . .
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[Suddenly, a thought pops into her head, Romana relaxing slightly] Oh, Prussia pulled some strings, si? That must mean he's accepting us. [A good thing, their relationship already has enough troubles.
She's practically bouncing as she comes forward, basket held tight with both hands. Romana smiles up at him, feeling like a giddy schoolgirl on her first date. She can't help but babble, ignoring the seriousness on Germany's face. Perhaps it's on purpose, perhaps love has just made her oblivious. No one will ever know.]
I made your favourites, wurst, gnocchi - the kind with potatoes, and a few things I thought you would like. I know it's cold outside, but I was thinking we could maybe have an indoor picnic or something? It... it is Sans Valentino today after all.
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He wishes he hadn't brought her to this kind of place for what was about to happen. The least he can do is take the heavy basket from her hands to hold it from one of his larger hands, the other lifting slowly up, to...rest on her shoulder.]
...I was never arrested.
I lied to you, because I was afraid of facing you again. I was afraid, because I've realized the truth behind these regained memories. After investigation, it has become clear that everything is not as it seems, as we first assumed.
You are...living inside of a dream. Those memories never really took place in each of our pasts. We've been set up. Everything that we remember happening, when the worlds were crossed over, is a fantasy that someone created and planted inside our minds to trick us.
The first time that you and I met was when you came to knock on the door of 772 Bunker street a few months ago, wearing that same...uniform...
[His facial expression changes very little, but his eyes can't hold her gaze as he finishes. The hand on her shoulder is stiff, almost like it's uncomfortable there. Why can't he hold her like he thought he used to? This is horrible.]
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L-Ludwig... what are you... what are you saying? It's... it's not true, we met before, it was Inghilterra, or this town... it took away those memories...
[And yet, a small part of her knows it's true, knows that this isn't what she really feels. But her heart is breaking. Reason, logic, it's all crushed by her emotions, as she steps back, his hand sliding off her shoulder as the tears form] Why... why are you say these things. Why don't you remember... Ludwig... Ludwig, I love you, don't... don't do this.
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The...the whole town's experiencing this. I've spoken with one young man who must either deny the entirety of the memories received this morning, or deny everything else in his past he knows to be true, everything. Do you see? It's Mayfield... Romana, I'm sorry, but I'm not the one you fell in love with!
[His voice raises in volume a touch at the end, but it's like a panicked plea rather than a shout. Something precious is being torn from him, and there is nothing he can do to save it, he knows without any doubt.]
I didn't want to believe it either... [He admits, again admitting weakness to someone when he would much rather hide such things inside normally. Even if the memories are fake, they are still alive and well within his brain, and he cannot shake this bond of trust with the young woman before him whose heart he is breaking.]
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Or maybe... maybe he doesn't really love her. Maybe he never did. A seed of doubt, of self consciousness grows within her, as she sees her sister's face flash before her eyes... The Germany of her world and her sister are so close, what's to say that this Germany and Veneziano aren't.
Maybe he never really loved her, maybe he was just using her, taking something he could never get from Venezia. Romana's shoulders shake as the tears blur her vision, her fingernails pressing into her cheeks as she tries and fails to keep her voice from cracking]
I-I... you're a bastard, d-dammit.... taking... taking something so precious from me, making me trust you, l-love you and then... then you do this.
[She jerks away from his hand, slapping it away] Don't... don't touch me bastardo. I hate you.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! [A loud sob cuts her off as Romana pushes past him, shoving him hard as she runs away, somehow managing to keep her balance even if she can't see.]
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...not everything, though, no. Part of him. A part that Mayfield has messed with and skewed for its own purposes.
That part of him cries out silently inside of him as she screams the words at him, shoves past and runs away. But he stands, and shoulders the pain.
He lets her go.
After standing for a minute in the silent hall, he carries the basket of food out of the prison and to a bench in front. Taking a seat, he opens the basket and takes out the contents, inspecting what she put into it.
Tears that he knows he shouldn't be shedding, roll down red cheeks as he eats half of everything she prepared.]
It's...delicious.
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