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Who: Germany (![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mashespotatoes) and Russia (sunflowersunday)
Where Main Hall
When: July 30, at 5 AM
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Summary: Russia wants to be repaid for the debts Prussia owes him so Germany offers to pay instead.
the Story:
Not only had Russia not given a fixed time for their meeting, but neither nation had mentioned a meeting place. Nevertheless Germany woke up at about 4:30 and quietly got dressed and ready to meet with Russia. He was careful not to wake up his brother, whose fury towards Russia was no doubt increased by the fact they had been talking about this at all. Prussia was, after all, his older brother. And it was arguable that he even had reason to worry.
This was something Germany didn't want Prussia involved in. He had been furious from the start of the post-war conferences that they would be so harsh to Prussia. His government had been nothing more than a puppet, and they all knew it. He had no more power than the other nations that had been invaded yet they treated him at as much fault as Germany himself.
He never had to go along with it, they argued. He enabled your boss. His military fought too, they said.
At least they were valid points. Now, though, there was no reason for Prussia to be involved in all. But Russia kept clinging to the idea that Prussia was under his control.
Prussia was not the German Democratic Republic here. He was Königreich Preußen. And for the last month, Germany had never once forgotten that. Because the Prussia that was waiting for him at home - the Deutsche Demokratische Republik - was a brother he could not speak to any longer. A brother separated from him with a freshly built wall.
Thirty years, Hungary had said, that was all he had to wait.
But here, it was a completely different story. He glanced over his shoulder at his brother before leaving. Would he ever tell him the whole story?
Oh, how the hard the fall from glory can be.
4:55 AM. Five minutes until five, five minutes until he was meeting Russia...wherever they were meeting.
The only logical places were on the first few floors, and as he headed down there he settled on main hall. It was a good a place as any.
He got there at 4:59. Right on time.
mashespotatoes) and Russia (sunflowersunday)Where Main Hall
When: July 30, at 5 AM
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Summary: Russia wants to be repaid for the debts Prussia owes him so Germany offers to pay instead.
the Story:
Not only had Russia not given a fixed time for their meeting, but neither nation had mentioned a meeting place. Nevertheless Germany woke up at about 4:30 and quietly got dressed and ready to meet with Russia. He was careful not to wake up his brother, whose fury towards Russia was no doubt increased by the fact they had been talking about this at all. Prussia was, after all, his older brother. And it was arguable that he even had reason to worry.
This was something Germany didn't want Prussia involved in. He had been furious from the start of the post-war conferences that they would be so harsh to Prussia. His government had been nothing more than a puppet, and they all knew it. He had no more power than the other nations that had been invaded yet they treated him at as much fault as Germany himself.
He never had to go along with it, they argued. He enabled your boss. His military fought too, they said.
At least they were valid points. Now, though, there was no reason for Prussia to be involved in all. But Russia kept clinging to the idea that Prussia was under his control.
Prussia was not the German Democratic Republic here. He was Königreich Preußen. And for the last month, Germany had never once forgotten that. Because the Prussia that was waiting for him at home - the Deutsche Demokratische Republik - was a brother he could not speak to any longer. A brother separated from him with a freshly built wall.
Thirty years, Hungary had said, that was all he had to wait.
But here, it was a completely different story. He glanced over his shoulder at his brother before leaving. Would he ever tell him the whole story?
Oh, how the hard the fall from glory can be.
4:55 AM. Five minutes until five, five minutes until he was meeting Russia...wherever they were meeting.
The only logical places were on the first few floors, and as he headed down there he settled on main hall. It was a good a place as any.
He got there at 4:59. Right on time.
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So, basically, Russia had spent the entire night stalking Germany.
It wasn't so difficult to place a bug in the Germans' closet, really. Certainly not any more difficult than bugging America's ambassador's office. Since 1946, his spy equipment has vastly improved; smaller, more advanced microphones had been developed, clearing sound established. If he could eavesdrop on America for six years without him realizing it, listening to Germany and Prussia in a mansion with infinite supplies would be no trouble at all. Just to be safe, he'd hidden a few extra bugs in the room when he'd come to burn Prussia's flag. You know. Just in case.
Russia was actually only a few room down from where they were sleeping. He'd sat on the edge of the bed, listening intently with his headphones and assortment of equipment. The room itself did not mold itself to Russia's wishes and conscience. It remained defiantly bare, putting the country completely out-of-place and feeling unwelcome. Since that was usually the case in his life, he hardly batted an eyelash at the mansion's refusal to acknowledge him.
When Germany began to move--and no matter how quiet he may be, Russia always would be able to hear--the nation began his swift pursuit. If he ever felt as though Germany might turn around, he simply stepped behind a corner. Hell, if it was a straight hallway, the mansion would fucking make a corner because that's the sort of shit Russia does.
4:59. Germany had stopped in the main hall. Russia quietly strode behind him and, after waiting a full minute for the clock to reach 5:00, tapped him on the shoulder with his pipe.
"Hello Germany!" Russia's voice was as soft and cheerful as ever. Two dark rings hung under his eyes, but if he was tired, the larger nation certainly didn't give any indication. "So good of you to make it! But it is entirely too public here to hold this sort of discussion... perhaps it would be best if we move towards the Tea Room, da?"
Russia didn't wait for answer. He firmly grabbed Germany's hand and guided him towards the Tea Room, humming softly and hoisting his pipe over his shoulder.
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He was perfectly capable of following, he didn't need to be lead by the hand like some kind of child. But Russia's grip was firm, and in the big scheme of things there was hardly any reason to get worked up over this action.
Russia was in a rather good mood, though, given the circumstance he had no reason not to be. This admittedly put Germany in a strange position (and we're not just talking about the hand holding business) as he was currently in an Alliance of everyone except Hong Kong and Russia, but now owed war debts to Russia. However it was they were going to work it out.
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He finally let go of Germany's hand once the door was shut and locked behind them. Making his way towards the end of the table, he walked with purpose, the slow steps of a soldier treading across a newly conquered battlefield. Though the days of Tsarist rule were long behind him, he sat with careful grace, smiling to himself and pouring himself a cup of tea.
Still occupying himself with the tea, he spoke cheerfully. "Your brother will not be asleep all day, so let's get right to the heart of the matter! You have offered to take responsibility for East Germany's war debts. Currency is meaningless in a country with no economy, so we will simply have to arrange other means of payment, da?"