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[prussianrequiem]

After a certain incident, Prussia was determined to talk to Germany. He needed to talk to him about all this, Ludwig didn't deserve to be left in the dark. And seeing as Weimar had insisted on tagging along for the talk... Gilbert had asked them both to come to one of the HQ's small but nice living rooms

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[glitteringdoom]

Weimar ran a hand through his hair outside the door, taking a deep breath. Bizarrely enough, he was getting along okay with his Nazi self from that screwy world were England razed Italy, but that was more of a casual mutual hate thing that sort folded conveniently into parallel self-loathing. He doubted this would work out so neatly.

He had compromised between the potentially volatile situation and the provocativeness of drag and his plan to embrace his fringe liberal queerness by coming to this meeting in loose pants and an undershirt instead of a dress, with understated but unmistakable make-up: pink lipstick, light blue eyeshadow, and just a hint of blush.

Can't dance unless you face the music. Or something like that. He pushed the door open and stepped in. He gave Prussia a nervous smile and then sat on a chair next to the couch, deciding that a little physical space between them might - well, not help, but at least not antagonize Germany any further.

[howfarllyougo]

Germany had received the message of Prussia in the middle of work, as usually. He had checked twice if he could make it to the appointment with his brother before he replied that he would be there.

Now he stood in front of the door and asked himself what his brother wanted.

Opening the door he walked inside. He was dressed in his green standard uniform. He still didn´t feel comfortable enough to dress up in some casual clothing which Russia was providing for them.

"Prussia, what do you wa....." he trailed of as he saw his brother sitting there with Gilbird and another him. A slightly different, hilarious looking picture of him. Germany knew that he was staring for a few seconds before he caught himself and moved over to his brother, keeping an eye on his double. Was Gilbert in trouble again?

"Guten Tag," he nodded to the stranger.

[prussianrequiem]

"West~!" Prussia grinned and waved at his lover before looking over to Weimar. "West, this is Weimar. Weimar... West." And if that wasn't obvious enough, Gilbert pointed to his collar. Yes, Germany, he hadn't taken it off.

"...Sit down and uh... don't freak out or anything like that. I... We need to talk to you. It's important." His casual tone changed to a serious one and Gilbert leaned back against the couch, Gilbird fluttering down to the ground and exploring the room.

[glitteringdoom]

"Guten Tag," Weimar replied, nervousness skittering down his spine, in his throat. Not because he was ashamed, no, but - God. Prussia's West seemed even more humorless than most versions of him. Even if the Nazi side didn't come out, this whole mess was probably going to be excruciating.

He nodded, confirming Prussia's words, but he didn't say anything yet - West was Prussia's boyfriend, and tact wasn't Weimar's strong suit anyway. He'd let Prussia break the news.