(Hi guys, I thought it would be cool to have a little tidbit where Mandara is visiting GE's grave and Wehrmacht finds him there.  Now since Wehrmacht belongs to 0luv0love0 I had him do Wehr's lines to make it more realistic, so that's why this is structured like a roleplay rather than a normal chapter. Enjoy.)

M:   Mandara was making his way to Germany, it had been about a day since he told Poldara the story about Mandoria, and it made him realize he hasn't visited GE in a while, so he packed a small bag of gifts and flew off for Germany.

When he finally arrived, he headed for a large graveyard, landing in an open area so he didn't step on anyone's grave. He immediately headed for a section of the graveyard that looked older than the rest of it and stopped beside a particular grave, GE's grave.

"Hey Deutsche," the country said with a sad smile, "it's been a while hasn't it. I'm sorry it's taken so long, but I brought you some things, they're all your favorites."

Mandara then pulled out several things from his bag, including a small bundle of daffodils, a peanut butter brownie, and a plush lion. When he had set the last item next to the gravestone, Mandara sat down in front of it and just silently stared at it, a single tear running down his cheek.

L:   People often thought that Wehrmacht visited the graveyard annually to pay respects to his family members. But really, those were the gravestones he wanted to avoid. He was mainly here for the long neat rows dedicated to fallen military soldiers, especially during the Second World War.

Today, however, as he flew over the cemetery, he spotted someone kneeling in the section of the graveyard that Wehrmacht generally stayed away from - the family gravestones. Closer inspection showed that it wasn't a human but a winged figure.

He'd recognize those feathers anywhere. Wehrmacht made sure to flap his wings loudly as he landed to alert Mandara of his presence.

M:   Mandara didn't react to the noise at first, he was too deep in his trip down memory lane to notice it. But he did feel his feathers vibrate eventually and turned to the source, spotting Wehrmacht land near him. He bolted to his feet, he didn't tell the Germans that he was there so he was technically trespassing.

"W-Wehrmacht, s-sorry I didn't think anyone was here," he stuttered nervously.

L:   "Neither did I," Wehrmacht said, folding his arms. He glanced at the gravestone that Mandara stood next to. It was German Empire's, which made him curious. But he asked the basic formal questions first. "What are you doing here? Germany never told me we had visitors."

M:   "I didn't tell him I was here," Mandara admitted, awkwardly rubbing his arm, "I just stopped by to visit an old friend."

He glanced back at GE's grave and let out a small sigh, then turned back to Wehr, "I'm sorry I was trespassing, I-I should just go."

L:   Wehrmacht spread his wings slightly on either side as if to block Mandara or to prepare to chase him if he took to the air.

"Well, since you've admitted to trespassing, I can't let you go before you explain further and answer all my questions," he said, bringing back his old military side. "I didn't know you were 'old friends' with my Vater. He would've mentioned you."

M:   Mandara shrunk back as Wehrmacht spread his wings, even though they were good friends, he never could get over feeling intimidated by the German's wingspan, and the way he talked didn't help either.

"I'm not surprised," he said sadly, "your father was German Empire, but my friend was Deutsche, and the German I once knew died when he took over the Prussian Empire, replaced by the man you knew."

The country dropped his wings, "It's been so long since I visited here, I just missed him, that's all."  He then wiped a tear that was forming in his eyes again.

L:   Wehrmacht looked a little alarmed at the tearing country, as well as the sadness in his voice. He too lowered his wings, feeling guilty for intimidating Mandara.

"I see," he said softly. "You and ... Deutsche must have been close. I wish I knew what kind of person he was ... if he had stayed that way."

M:   "He didn't" Mandara simply said, "If he did he would have never started WWI, and I admit, probably never had you if we stayed together. But he just had to ask that Austria-Hungary jerk to help him take down Prussia, then go completely insane when he did."

Mandara turned away from Wehr and sat back down, hugging his legs, "but I don't blame him, we were young and naive back then, I didn't even have my country flag yet, he just didn't know what the consequences of his choices would do to the ones he cared about."

L:   Wehrmacht hummed. That sounded like a familiar feeling - being young and naive. Wehrmacht remembered how much he'd loved and cherished A-H without knowing what the man had done. It still hurt when Mandara called A-H a jerk just now, but they had both witnessed a lot to change their minds.

Wehrmacht brushed his wing against Mandara's. "We can only learn from our mistakes and move on. At least things are better now." He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry about being hostile earlier. Couldn't help it."

M:   "It's ok," Mandara said, "I know that even a retired militant still feels the need to protect his country, if anything I should have told you guys I was coming."

He turned back to the grave and rested his head on his arms, "I guess it is kind of a good thing our relationship never lasted, I never would have gotten with Poland and had Poldara, and you never would have been born, so, I guess it was foolish to fall for him."

After he said that a frown appeared on his face, "I just realized that saying I was in love with your father is probably very awkward for you, sorry about that."

L:   "Just a bit," Wehrmacht admitted. "I have to remind myself you're centuries older than me and met a younger version of my Vater, which is hard to imagine." He looked up at the sky and murmured, "Not being born ... is quite hard to imagine as well."

The militant shook himself out of his brief reverie and held out his hand to Mandara. "How's Poland and the kid, by the way? Iremacht's been asking but I'm also curious."

M:   Mandara stared at his hand for a minute, then took it and stood up, "they're good, Poland is in his country for the next month so I've been babysitting my little Blue-Jay, though he spends most of his time with his Uncle MA in their private training ground. He's only eight and I can already tell I have a future militant on my hands."

L:   Wehrmacht raised his eyebrows in amusement at the nickname Blue-Jay. He felt a flutter of pride and mild concern when he heard Poldara had militant potential: pride because this would be a fellow militant who could fly, and concern because security purposes made him alert for any possible new threats – even by an 8-year-old.

"Is MA retiring?" he asked casually. "Or is Poldara going to be Poland's militant?"

M:   Mandara opened and closed his mouth, at a loss for words, "I ... didn't think that far ahead. I might have to check with Poland to see how his current militant is doing because Thunder wouldn't retire to save his life."

He scratched his head as he kept thinking about it, "Other than that, I really don't know, he loves flying more than any of us do so I might put him in charge of the air force part of the army, but it's still pretty early to know for sure."

L:   "It'll be soon before you know it," said Wehrmacht. "The young ones learn fast."

He looked back at his father's gravestone. There were other graves nearby. Even if he refused to look at them, he knew the names on the plaques all too well. He itched to get out of here, but he cleared his throat and asked Mandara, "Would you like to finish here while I inform Germany of your visit? Or would you like to tell him yourself?"

M:   Mandara looked down, he had forgotten for a split second that he was in another country, "I guess I'll tell him, just give me a second."

He stepped closer to the grave and knelt on one knee, he stared at the headstone for a moment, then bowed his head and started praying in Mandorian. When he was done he straightened and plucked a feather from his wing, he held it to his forehead, muttered a few more words, then set the feather on top of the headstone.

Mandara turned back to Wehrmacht, "ok, we can go now."

L:   Wehrmacht watched the whole proceeding with interest. He knew how important feathers were in Mandorian culture. GE - no, Deutsche - really did mean a lot to Mandara. Once he was finished, Wehrmacht took off into the air and led the way back to Germany's estate.

M:   Mandara spread his wings and followed, as they flew away he glanced over his shoulder at the shrinking graveyard in the distance, the past two days have been quite an experience for him as he relived his earliest past. He realized that most of his life had been filled with misfortune, he lost his mother, his father, and his first love, that alone could make anyone feel hopeless about life. But when he looked back at Wehrmacht, he realized that he also had a lot of good in his life too, and as he flew alongside the German, he could have sworn that in the corner of his eye, he saw a noble king and beloved father flying next to him.

                                                                    The End

(For real this time: and that is the story of a wise kingdom who was taken from this world early and how his sons became the country and militant we know today.  I thank you all for reading the third book in the Mandarian Chronicles, now it's on to the next one, where we see how our favorite baby Blue-Jay has grown up.)