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[thebestandwurst]

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.

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[thebestandwurst]

“We were all injured,” he intoned, not pleading, not yet. He considered the wisdom of telling Russland that he does take Preußen away from him in the future, but decided against it. The man might make truth the matter here, might see it as an option more than he already has. Germany had paid for his crimes for two of his humans’ generations and it seemed that he was to pay more.

Was there a way to turn things, then? Russland speaking of consuming souls terrified him more than it should. Russland as a kishin - the thought was more horrifying than anything he could think of at the moment. “No, you are right,” he said, finally, hands flat on the table as he thought and thought and thought.

“Then I shall lay my own terms, before I agree to this treaty.” Bold, perhaps, and a trifle foolish, but Germany was nothing if not thorough. “When I am to stay at your house, it will not include the hours delegated to training people for Shibusen. That is from six to nine in the mroning. You will, on top of Preußen and our citizens, leave Italien and his brother unharmed. You will also not bother Kanada, for he has functions with Shibusen here to fulfill for all of us.” They could not fight back if Russland started a quarrel with them, with the exception of his brother. The others, at least, he knew could struggle.

“And you will not, under any circumstances, eat the souls of the innocents here.” The last one was important. “Consuming souls here will end you, Russland. You will simply cease to be.” Besides, they were all American.

“Finally, you will let me speak to Litauen about these arrangements.”

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"Very well, comrade," Russia said, smiling. That Germany will says something to it didn't surprise him. Speaking to Lithuania, though?

Well, he can do what he thinks he can do. But really, the bargain was fixed right in the beginning. It doesn't matter whether Germany will say 'yes' or 'no' to his terms on Lithuania; he will take Lithuania as he pleases and grind him to his bones, as he always had. Everything was just a formality. "I will let you train. I will leave the countries alone. I can even lend you a hand, if you are strong enough; you know my military firsthand, after all. Even if they are not here."

Russia laced his finger, one by one, the knife in his pocket pressing quietly against his pants as he leaned back on his chair. "Speak to Lithuania if you wish; I don't intend to, and will only move to take back what is mine." He'll not talk on souls anymore; as far as he's concerned, none of them are innocent. Especially the countries from the war.

[thebestandwurst]

Having some measure of control at least gave Germany a slight peace of mind enough to stop panicking. He rose to his feet, still fighting to stay expressionless, trying to keep the professional face, and extended his hand to Russland.

“Then I agree to the these terms.”

Litauen was another matter entirely. Silently, Germany apologized to the Baltic in his head, wondering if there was any way he would be able to make up for this. Not his fault, but he could have done something, tried to lessen the burden. But it was about Litauen that Russland would not budge. Perhaps more shifts, yes.

[hoarfrosted]

"That is good, comrade." Russia stood, smiled serenely, and shook his hand with both hands. "I am glad you understand."

That is the most that Russia can tell him, anyway. Good only for him, and Germany understanding that what he just walked in to might give him problems in the future. Well, that is alright. He moved to escort Germany out, one hand firm on his shoulder, smiling. "I am glad we got to talk, comrade!" After all, people will end up living. "Say hello to your brother to me. He will be alright, now. Ah, and good luck to your talks with Lithuania. I look forward to the results."

[thebestandwurst]

“Thank you,” he answered automatically, politely, allowing himself to be led to the door. His shoulder felt inexplicably painful from Russland’s touch. “I will… see you in the game later. Kuba has informed you, ja?” Germany had asked the other country to request Russland to join their team, after all. One of the many steps to something he didn’t understand yet.

“I will also see you on Saturday.” It was a very good thing that it was a Monday today.

[hoarfrosted]

"Yes! Comrade invited me. Very nice of everyone! I am glad I could play, even though I came in late." Or rather, he was there earlier than everybody thought, but surfaced a little later on as he decided to learn the world first. "See you Saturday, comrade!"

[thebestandwurst]

Germany breathed once, twice, calmed himself from that cheerful greeting and nodded. And then he was briskly making his way out the corridor, feeling much like his knees were made of kuchen.