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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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[He kind of wants to punch you for those first two words. But. Not important right now, so moving on..] Pardon if I need more than just someone's word to convince me of something so important as my memories--

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...]

Yeah, but it's my word, so you should've known I was right from the start! [NO HE WILL NOT MOVE ON FROM THIS YOU USED TO AUTOMATICALLY LISTEN TO HIM EVERY TIME HE SAID SOMETHING WHEN DID YOU GET SO UNCUTE]

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!

No one is infallible, Bruder. [And Germany's too dumb to step down, either. Ah, German bros...] Even if the wisest man on earth told me my memories were fake, I would still insist on more than one opinion, as well as extensive research.

But-- I've already told her that-- And they wouldn't drone me, I--

[Wait. Hell, they would, wouldn't they...] . . .

I...should.

Shouldn't I.

Ah... What have I done...? I've made it worse.

What do you mean, even if? I did tell you they were fake! And if you'd just trusted me from the beginning, you wouldn't be in this mess right now! So next time something like this happens, you fucking listen to me immediately, idiot!

[Prussia is rolling his eyes so hard right now. Still, it's not like he can't sympathize with having to deal with scary women....]

Obviously. Look, if it means that much to you, I'll do it, okay? But only until Romana sees you and leaves, then I'm getting you out of there and you're coming home with me, got it?

[Beat.] D-don't think this means I want to start living in the same house as you again or anything like that, though! I'm only doing this because evidently I need to keep an eye on you at all times, otherwise you run off and do something stupid again!

[Okay, time is seriously short.] Fine. [We'll finish this discussion later.

Also, you caught him off-guard again.] ...Bruder...

I... She will likely not believe you. I appreciate your offer, though, very much. The only person who has any chance at convincing her is me. She will hear me out, in her current state...

[Beat back atcha. Or more like a pensive pause.]

I can't stay at your house for long, though, nor you at mine. [Remember, droning...?]

If you say so. Of course, since you already lied to her about being arrested, it probably won't make much of a difference in the long run. [Prussia is the most sensitive and helpful okay]

It'll still be easier getting you to your house from mine than from jail! Besides, at least then I won't have to spend all my time in prison making sure nothing happens to you!

[Sigh through the nose, yeah, great, thanks] . . .

I should go and meet her as soon as possible. Your advise is appreciated, Bruder. [A microscopic part, so small, tiniest bit..] Are you sure your house can fit me? I don't want to intrude on your housemates, especially Miss Hungary.

They won't mind! Hungary likes you enough, one of my kids is a drone, and the other is such a sissy that I swear I could set him on fire and he still wouldn't complain. [P-poor Neville...] Need me to come with you? [Not, of course, that you aren't bugged all over anyway...]

Hn...

I should speak with her alone. [Wondering why you're giving him the chance to go this alone, considering how obsessive and controlling you've been all day.. Well, he's still getting used to this new Bruder.] Even if they are fake, we share memories of...feelings...that no one else can truly understand but the two of us. I also wish not to damage her pride any further.

I'll call when it's over.

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