L:   "What - oh!" Wehrmacht closed his wings sheepishly when he saw the look on Poldara's face. "Don't look at me like that, kid. United Nations' wings are much bigger. And your wings will grow, I promise."

Iremacht trailed behind the rest of the group, his hands folded behind his head and his posture laid back. He appeared careless but close watchers could see his red eye glittering as his gaze darted around the neighborhood. It was relatively unlikely for him to one day go to war against the Mandarian nation, but if infiltration - his favorite sabotage - was ever needed, he wanted to be ready. It was like this in every country he visited.

Wehrmacht was also keeping an eye on his son. But his thoughts were more on how to start a conversation with him.

M:   "I remember, but I still like yours, his wings make you think of peace but yours look more powerful," Poldara complemented.

MA chuckled at his nephew's flattery but said nothing, focusing on leading the way to their first stop before the gun range.

The business part of the capital was quite busy, people were walking around as they were starting their day but they made way for the militants and Poldara. Mandara was a very artistic country so there were lots of sculptures and statues along the sidewalk, and murals were painted on many of the buildings. When the group made it to the coffee shop and stepped inside, they drew a lot of curious looks from the people who were enjoying breakfast, they weren't looking at MA and Poldara though since the two were regulars.

"Hey there Poldara," the lady behind the counter greeted, "let me guess, a cheesy bacon bagel for the road."

"extra cheese please," Poldara added, MA shook his head and he ordered a simple expresso.

L:   Wehrmacht gave the coffee shop customers polite nods as he also went up to the counter, scanning the menu for a breakfast that interested him. Iremacht glared at the humans through slitted eyes until they ducked their heads.

"May I have the cheesy bacon bagel as well?" Wehrmacht placed his order. Then he realized he brought no money - he had emptied all his spare bills from his ruined uniform into a wallet that he'd left in his room.

He almost jumped in shock when Iremacht came up and slapped some money on the counter, sliding it to the lady. "Make it extra bacon, sunshine," he said, flirting casually. "Keep the change."

M:   The lady was slightly surprised by Iremacht's flirt but shook it off and went to make the bagels and MA's coffee. When they were done, MA paid for his and Poldara's, nodded his thanks, and they left to walk the rest of the way, with Poldara happily munching his sandwich.

At one point, the group passed a giant park in the middle of the district, people were setting up tents and a few rides in it, and in the middle, there was a stage being built in front of a large statue of the Kingdom of Mandoria.

MA stopped everyone and pointed to the park, "this is Mandoria Park, they're getting ready for our festival tomorrow."

L:   Wehrmacht marveled at the monument of Mandoria, his wings instinctively dipping in respect at the sight of a former King Wing. Iremacht, being less interested in defeated kings - he wouldn't say that out loud - craned his neck to check out the rides that were being set up.

"Will the festivities offer free services to us?" he asked. "Your people seem to put a great deal of reverence on countryhumans."

"We should support their economy nonetheless," Wehrmacht said gently. "We are considered tourists and free giveaways hurt the tourism industry."

Iremacht hummed in disinterest. He never was interested in the regulation of finance, only where to spend it on a whim.

M:   "Well, technically yes," MA answered, "you guys are actually considered ambassadors since your both militant entities, and that goes for Germany, France, Russia, and Kazakhstan as well. But no one is stopping you guys from paying for things if you really want to."

MA noticed how interested Wehrmacht was in his father's statue and he sighed sadly. "You should have seen him when he was alive, his wings resembled Russian Empire's flag and they were so large that they dragged on the floor behind him like a feathered cape. He was the most respected winged kingdom in the world at his prime, even British Empire revered him," MA then let a sad expression cross his face, "but of course, all good things must come to an end, he just didn't deserve such a brutal one."

With one last sad sigh, MA looked away from the statue and kept walking, in a manner like he didn't care if the Germans or Poldara followed or not.

L:   "MA, wait." Wehrmacht grabbed MA's shoulder. He sighed. "I know the past is hard. You have to live with your father's murder and I have to live with the crimes of my family. But despite our dark history, we're here now. Together, as allies. I'd say the good things haven't ended yet."

Iremacht also heard his father's words but he kept quiet. He turned to Poldara instead to distract the kid from the somber conversation of the older militants.

"I imagine this isn't the first independence day celebration you've been to," Iremacht said to Poldara. "Which rides do you normally go on? And are there any special foods?" He paused before adding, "I'll pay for them."

M:   MA looked back to Wehrmacht, "I know," he sighed, "I am happy that we're allies, believe me I am, it's just hard to get over something like that, to watch helplessly as the life drains from your father's eyes, and then not be allowed to go to his funeral because you're trying to survive life on the road."

MA then let a sad smile grace his lips, "you remind me of him, you know. You're kind, confident, wise, and you would do anything for your family. When I look at you, Wehrmacht, I see the kind and beloved father that I lost so many years ago."

Back with Poldara, he was telling Iremacht what he liked to do during the celebrations, "any fast-paced ride I love to go on, I love the feel of the wind in my feathers and it makes me feel like I'm flying." His expression then dropped, "I don't tell a lot of people this, but I'm actually afraid of heights, I've never flown higher than two stories and you don't get a lot of wind that low, so I resort to rollercoasters and stuff as a substitute."

L:   Wehrmacht was taken aback by MA's comparison of him to Mandoria. He shook his head firmly - he was far from being a King Wing.

"I am not as kind or benevolent as your father, trust me," he said. "I'm only like this because of experience and, well, desperation. My family is the only thing I have left." He glanced at where Poldara and Iremacht were talking and sighed. "But if I am able to bring you any solace, I will be glad. Let's keep heading to the shooting range?"

Iremacht agreed that the fast-paced rides were the best. The exhilaration and slight chance of danger made him feel alive. He was rather surprised, however, that Poldara didn't like heights. He'd never heard of a winged person not loving to go higher.

"We can fix that," he said. "I'll take you skydiving one day, except you won't get a parachute. If I, a wingless, can do it then so can you, kid."