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Characters: Germany and Russia
Location: Russia’s apartment
Rating: Russia--
Time: August 30, Morning
Description: Germany promised Russia they will talk. Over breakfast seems nice. Start your day productive and all that.
Perhaps he was being more stressed about this than was necessary. Germany had barely been able to function all morning during training, face drawn as he thought, over and over, of Stalingrad and Russland’s state of anger about it. It had been easy enough to push the details of that event to the back of his mind, but now he was rummaging through his thoughts to remember just how angry Russland had been. Murderous, yes, in his quiet, violent way. Vengeful, that was the word.
It had not been overly terrible, six decades and a half ago, but he had not been human then and did not suffer from ordinary human fear. Today, Germany was just a man with the memories of a country (just a country, still could not remember most of being the Holy Roman empire--) and memories told him that this Russland would not be so forgiving. Even their friendship in the year 2009 had been born out of mutual need and a quiet stoicism of the things they never talked about. It was impressive, how people could move on.
He was fairly sure that Russland would not raise a hand against him during this meeting. Even a war took months to organize and begin, it could not be so different among humans, even between individuals. But his anxiety stemmed from the possibility that should he be unable to reason with Russland (optimistic of him, perhaps desperate), the man would fall down upon him and his brother with his wrath. Preußen had already suffered from having an arm ripped off, here, had proven himself subject to the flimsiness of being human. Germany was no different. It was Germany’s duty to protect him, but could he? Especially from a situation Preußen could not yet understand (perhaps from the lack of clarity on Germany’s part; words had never been his strongest point when it came to emotions, and breaking their lands and their hearts apart had never been anything but jarring).
So Germany stood outside Russland’s door with all of his worries and stresses, clutching at the bottle of vodka he had bought as a welcome present (a bribe) like a lifeline. Knock on the door, managing to be as normal as he could manage. “Russland, are you awake?”
Location: Russia’s apartment
Rating: Russia--
Time: August 30, Morning
Description: Germany promised Russia they will talk. Over breakfast seems nice. Start your day productive and all that.
Perhaps he was being more stressed about this than was necessary. Germany had barely been able to function all morning during training, face drawn as he thought, over and over, of Stalingrad and Russland’s state of anger about it. It had been easy enough to push the details of that event to the back of his mind, but now he was rummaging through his thoughts to remember just how angry Russland had been. Murderous, yes, in his quiet, violent way. Vengeful, that was the word.
It had not been overly terrible, six decades and a half ago, but he had not been human then and did not suffer from ordinary human fear. Today, Germany was just a man with the memories of a country (just a country, still could not remember most of being the Holy Roman empire--) and memories told him that this Russland would not be so forgiving. Even their friendship in the year 2009 had been born out of mutual need and a quiet stoicism of the things they never talked about. It was impressive, how people could move on.
He was fairly sure that Russland would not raise a hand against him during this meeting. Even a war took months to organize and begin, it could not be so different among humans, even between individuals. But his anxiety stemmed from the possibility that should he be unable to reason with Russland (optimistic of him, perhaps desperate), the man would fall down upon him and his brother with his wrath. Preußen had already suffered from having an arm ripped off, here, had proven himself subject to the flimsiness of being human. Germany was no different. It was Germany’s duty to protect him, but could he? Especially from a situation Preußen could not yet understand (perhaps from the lack of clarity on Germany’s part; words had never been his strongest point when it came to emotions, and breaking their lands and their hearts apart had never been anything but jarring).
So Germany stood outside Russland’s door with all of his worries and stresses, clutching at the bottle of vodka he had bought as a welcome present (a bribe) like a lifeline. Knock on the door, managing to be as normal as he could manage. “Russland, are you awake?”