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A. [Romana hadn't even glanced twice at the small package, setting down her knife on the chopping board as she opened it. As soon as the flap was lifted, the memories rushed back in Romana gasping as she stiffened.

Germany... Germany. He had come to her world in the past, Mayfield wasn't their first meeting. She swallows, letting the letter drop,

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[reluctantnanny]

[It came to him while he was feeding his puppy that morning. A merging of worlds, a meeting, which then turned to something truly unfathomable. Near incomprehensible...

The door opens for Romana not long after she begins calling for him. Embarrassment and confusion make it impossible for Germany to look directly at her, though he manages to catch a few quick glances as he speaks, face covered in an obvious blushing red.] W-what's all this about? Some in my household are still sleeping.

[His harsh words are forced, and quite weak in tone.]

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Ludwig... [The name is a whisper, Romana blushing lightly as her fingers twitch, wanting to grab ahold of him. Slowly she takes a step forward, eyes darting across his face]

Do... do you... oh please, tell me you remem...

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[She bites her lip, before suddenly pressing against him, up on tiptoes with her arms around his neck to pull him down as she kisses him with all she's got.]

[reluctantnanny]

[A forgotten love returns

It feels like something even more profound than the memories he regained this morning. He doesn't know why.

He feels happy, though, and leans down into it so she doesn't have to reach so high. The tiny German engineers inside his head are completely stumped, but at least he doesn't seem about to faint...does he?]

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[reluctantnanny]

[Phone call after phone call. A few house visits. A few times stopping himself from going home to Romana's arms, reminding himself why he's doing this. It'll be fine. He can trust what he knows. Even if Mayfield has plagued his sanity for so long, sending all kinds of curveballs his way, they've never been able to alter the memories he has. The town had blocked memories before, yes, but never created false ones. You either remember your past, or you don't; it's still your past, though.

Your past, your memories, your very self.

Germany hangs up the phone after one more call. There've been many, today, though he was expecting as much on a holiday. No sign of any mischief by the town...save for everyone regaining some lost memories.

Some lost, made-up memories.

He can't take his eyes away from the phone for a while.]

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[reluctantnanny]

[Late afternoon, Romana gets a phone call...]

I'm sorry that I took so long. I've been investigating near-tirelessly, ever since you left the house. Bruder would never be convinced to believe us if I did not..

[He is trying so hard

with every fiber in his body

not to fuck this up]

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[Ever since Germany suggested she go home, get dressed in her own clothes, Romana's kept herself busy. There is a small seed of doubt that keep niggling at her, but she's ignored it, suppressing it with cooking, shooing Seborga out of the kitchen, and picking through her clothes. It all the rush, and confusion, she's only just realised what day it is, and seeing as they can spend it together, she's going to make it into the best Valentine's Day ever.

Hence, her opening Pronto at the start of the call is cheerful, and her happiness only grows as she recognises his voice.]

Ludwig, amore, it's okay, I told you that. I know how important famiglia is...

[A soft hum, Romana playing with the phone's cord] He believes you then? And you can come over now, si? Dinner's almost ready after all.

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[reluctantnanny]

[He knew seeing her in person would be terrifying, but even just hearing her happy tone of voice is enough to make him want to give up his strategy entirely. What strategy was it, anyway? He has none. That, and he can't stop thinking about every detail in every single one of their rendezvous back then in that false backstory Mayfield cooked up... And the feelings, little fragments of what's left of them, still dance around painfully in his chest.]

Ah, erm, I haven't spoken with him quite yet... If I didn't approach it just right, he might never speak to me again.

[Stalling, his mind races. This can't go on forever, surely everything will revert back to normal within a week's time as is usual in the town, right? She'll realize eventually on her own... Can't he just find some excuse to give her...]

Y-You made dinner? Oh. Oh... That sounds...genuinely delicious.

[He wants to cry. Both from frustration and the conflict of feelings still warring inside his heart-- mind-- himself, something!!]