Part 1

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[maple_sickles]

[in a particularly septic mood, but trying not to let it show]

[lips pressed firmly together, he is dressing in a slightly nicer version of his at-home clothing; a black long-sleeved tee and his better pair of jeans]

[checks his watch; Germany is due in 5 minutes]

[yells down the hall in a slightly peevish tone]

Dear, are you and Matthew ready and in order?

[maple_sickles]

[coming down the hall with maplediscipline in tow]

Coming darling!

[reaches him and smiles]

Calm down, Matthew.

[hand up, smooths over a brow]

All will be well.

[voice slightly tight, nervous]

[bake_einsamcake]

[rings the doorbell, a stern frown already on his face]

[maplediscipline]

[is flopped against d!a's leg and hip, hands protectively on stomach]

[glaring around nonspecifically at everything]

[tired, cranky, disapproving]

[maple_sickles]

[hopes to the Great Atheist Motherland that son will behave]

[privately hopes the kid will kick Germany's shins in]

[one last furtive tug of the sleeves, then he answers the door]

Germany. Won't you come in?

[this false smile, it is hurting his face]

[maple_sickles]

[brushes back a stray hair on maplediscipline]

Sweetie, we'll have delicious red velvet cake later, with milk, okay?

[small kiss]

[faces Germany with a smile]

Hello, Mr. Germany! How are you doing? This is little Matthew.

[bake_einsamcake]

[doesn't spare either of them a smile; steps inside before letting his gaze rest on the child]

So you are little Matthew. Your parents certainly told you that I would be visiting.

[offers him his hand; shrugs and turns to his parents when he refuses to shake it]

I take it that you will have no objections if I begin the inspection immediately? I'd like to start with the cellar, if you have one.

[maplediscipline]

[momentarily pacified with promises of delicious red cake]

[so refrains from mentioning your stupid hair and face for now]

[merely hugs his mom tighter and glares]

[maple_sickles]

[sideways glance at son, admonishing him slightly through grit teeth]

Matthew, we greet our guests.

[turns back to Germany]

You... you say you want to see the basement first? Why not a tour of the main floor to start?

[slight tightening around the corners of his eyes]

[perhaps it's best to warm Germany up before showing him the Basement (also hopes son doesn't blurt out anything unsavory about Basement practices)]

[maple_sickles]

[keeps a smile on]

[rubs over son's hair]

He's a little shy.

Mr. Germany means well, Matthew. Ah...

[smile widens]

Well, how about starting on this floor first? We're all here, after all.

[bake_einsamcake]

[warming up Germany is a nearly impossible feat, even in less tense circumstances]

No. I want to see the basement first, if for no other reason than that you don't want me to. You are aware that this makes you suspicious, right?

[maplediscipline]

Why are you being mean? Being mean is bad. People who are mean get consequences.

[maple_sickles]

[Winces... oh please write that off as toddler-ish chatter]

[looks at Germany, expression hardening a little]

[think of the family; do not act out. think of the family; do not act out]

As you say.

Right this way, then.

[flicks on the lights to the stairwell and opens the basement door to lead Germany downstais]

[oh dear]

[maple_sickles]

[hugs son closer]

Ah...he means only well Matthew.

It was merely an observation of the current location, Mr. Germany. Our house is open to you.

Please.

[time to see the innocuous basement]

[down the stairs]

[see that washer and dryer]

[bake_einsamcake]

[turns to the child]

I am not being mean. It is important that I inspect your house to make sure it's a safe place for you to live in, and if your parents seem to be worried about the basement that makes me worry too.

[follows the couple down the stairs and starts inspecting everything thoroughly, looking out for incriminating documents or items as well as secret doors]

[is unfazed by the feeling of their gazes on his back]

[maplediscipline]

[maybe hiding behind his mom just a tiny bit]

Why do you get to decide?