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[seizeyoursouls]

Characters: Prussia and Germany
Location: THEIR APARTMENT I GUESS?
Rating: PG?
Time: Dec 9th, after Watson's post
Description: "West. She finally went home."

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[thebestandwurst]

[Germany hasn't seen his communicator yet. He's just been to the kitchen, trying to figure out how to return the plates in a symmetrical manner when there were three plates to put away.

He gets to the living room, though. And sees his brother. Doesn't take a social genius to notice that something is wrong -- even Germany can notice it.]

Preußen? What is wrong?

[seizeyoursouls]

West.

[He slowly turned to his brother, and stared at West for a moment before speaking up.]

Did you hear? That damn Hungarian's back home.

[thebestandwurst]

Ungarn? [blink blink, but he walks over to sit next to his brother on the couch.]

[seizeyoursouls]

Nein, the blondie at the clinic.

[I'M JUST GONNA BE CALM AND COLLECTED]

[thebestandwurst]

Winry Rockbell? [But she is theirs...!! Mostly. Well, so Ungarn is more suitable...]

So the BREW has sent her home... [So what's the problem? Is Preußen upset because he did not want her to go home? She was his mechanic, after all, and more importantly, someone that he knew his brother treats as an important friend, regardless of how human the girl might have been.] Will you be all right?

[seizeyoursouls]

O-of course I will be. I'm me, right? I'm always alright!!

[pauses]

Well, I guess there's the arm...and stuff, and other things...

[Prussia was being vague, but he couldn't help it. He really had no idea how to respond to this. Winry had been there for as long as he could remember. It STILL didn't feel like she was gone.]

[thebestandwurst]

[Straightforward as usual.]

She was a good friend to you, if I am correct. [Because while friendship in relation to himself is difficult to imagine, friendship between other people not him is pretty easy to say.]

[seizeyoursouls]

She...was...

[Why are you so direct, West?]

[thebestandwurst]

So it is natural to be disturbed by the news.

[Because he doesn't know how to be anything else?]

[seizeyoursouls]

Yeah, I guess.

[sinkiiiing into the sofa, without the usual vigor]

Yeah.

[thebestandwurst]

[He goes to... sit next to Preußen, after some thinking.]

Do you... require comfort? [Aka do you want a hug...]

[seizeyoursouls]

Do I...?

[HOW DOES WE DEAL WITH FEELING WEST?!1/?!]

[thebestandwurst]

[he thinks about it]

[Oh, well. He ruffles your hair and kisses forehead? Wrong icon, i know.]