M:   Poldara just stared at Wehrmacht for a bit, he was still slightly shaken from what happened so he wasn't bubbly like with Germany, he simply waved instead. 

"Dahver Mr. Wehrmacht," he said, trying to not sound upset, "yeah, my name is Poldara." 

The kid then eyed the German's wings and his eyes lit up, "I like your wings, they're so much bigger than I thought they were, are you a King Wing like grandpa was?" 

Mandara chuckled at his son's compliment, he always admired wings ever since he was little.

L:   Wehrmacht chuckled and spread out his black wings to give Poldara a clearer view. 

"Nein, my wings aren't nearly big enough to be King Wing," he said. "That title is held by United Nations right now, as it should be.  A King Wing needs to be a good, active leader and I can't do that since I'm retired." He tilted his head at Poldara, "But hey, maybe I'm looking at a future King Wing right now.  Your wings will grow." 

Germany withdrew his hand once MA was done bandaging and stood shakily to his feet. He made a mental note to stay away from all animals in the Mandarian estate.

"Do you have any beer?" Germany asked MA and Mandara politely. "I'm hoping it will calm me down from that encounter before any other guests arrive."

M:   "We do," MA said as he packed up the medkit, "ordered it special for when you two came here, I think Poland was checking in with the kitchen staff a few minutes ago, I'll go see if he's still there," he then stood up to do just that. 

Mandara on the other hand kept apologizing for everything that happened, "this truly wasn't the welcome I had planned for you two, but hopefully all the excitement had passed and the rest of the day can go on without incident."

Poldara nodded in agreement but continued to gawk at Wehrmacht's wingspan, "how did your wings get so big, they look as big as grandpa's painting in the history museum."

L:   "Consider this payback for the damage we caused you and MA when you two visited us," Germany said to Mandara, "though I doubt all the excitement has passed yet because you must've invited more guests.  Who is on your invitation list, I wonder?" 

While Germany talked with Mandara, Wehrmacht was feeling embarrassed from the awestruck look on Poldara's face. 

"I don't really know how they got to their size," Wehrmacht said, shaking his wings a bit, "It might be because Prussia is my grandfather.  His wings were fairly large."

M:   "Just Kazakstan, Russia, Belarus, and France," Mandara answered, "France helped our war efforts by supplying weapons and relief supplies, Kaz and Rus betrayed Ussr to help me escape, and Bel is quite close with Thunder so I invited her to surprise him.  Unfortunately, a problem has arisen in Moscow so Kaz and Rus are going to be late, but if everything goes to plan then Bel and France should be here by tomorrow." 

As Mandara explained the guest list, Poldara kept asking Wehr about his wings, "how fast can you fly, Dad says you have the same wings as Uncle Kazakstan and he can fly faster than him, and how do you groom the feathers on your back, I can't reach mine so Dad, Papa, or Uncle MA have to help me."

L:   "Capitol problems, that's unfortunate," Germany agreed, "I didn't know you had close ties with France.  What are the chances she brings one of her children?" 

 Wehrmacht was feeling overwhelmed by the questions. "I used to be able to fly as fast as a plane, but I do more soaring nowadays.  I have personal assistants to help me groom the back feathers, though I prefer it when Ireland gives me massages instead." He held up his hand to pause in case Poldara kept talking, "slow down, kid.  You remind me of Machty - or maybe this is just a teenager thing."

M:   "Sorry, sir, I won't ask anymore, I just think they're really cool," Poldara said, then Mandara said to Wehrmacht, "oh I definitely think it's a kid thing in general, they just love to ask questions.  Not to mention Poldara just has a fascination with wings, when I made the connection with UN he was five and wouldn't stop messing with his wings, UN didn't mind but I had to stop him before he started plucking feathers, huh buddy." 

Poldara made a pouting face when his dad told that story, he thought it was embarrassing.  Just then MA and Poland came into the room followed by a few servants with drinks on trays.

"Cześć everyone," Poland greeted, "I hope we didn't miss any more animal attacks."

L:   Germany and Wehrmacht each plucked a mug of beer off the tray. Wehrmacht finished his quickly and asked for a second while Germany took leisurely sips. The latter huffed at Poland's comment. 

"Since it seems we're here early," Germany said, "and provided Iremacht will take at least another three hours to arrive, I don't suppose you could give us a tour of the estate?" 

"We'll keep our hands to ourselves," Wehrmacht added, "we promise not to steal any gold."  He elbowed Germany, jokingly but also with more seriousness, "or crowns."

M:   Mandara and MA glanced at each other when Wehrmacht said crowns, it seems he never truly forgave Germany for that. 

"Don't worry Wehrmacht, there are no crowns here to steal," Mandara reassured him, "and I don't expect you two would try even if it was." He made sure to say 'you two' so Germany wouldn't feel so bad. 

"And we absolutely wouldn't mind giving you guys a tour," Poland said, hoping to steer the conversation elsewhere, "we don't want you to get lost while you're here after all."

When everyone was finished with their drinks, Poland and the Mandarians all led their guests on a tour of the estate.  The building was designed to resemble a medieval castle and most of the wings followed that, but there were a few places that were more modern looking than the rest of it.  Two such places were the north and south guest wings, the south one had a more Slavic atmosphere since it was where Rus, Kaz, and Bel, stayed when they visited, and the north wing didn't have much of a theme since it was for visitors who didn't have their own rooms.

"-and this is where you two will be staying with Iremacht and France," Mandara announced when they entered the north wing, "it isn't too far from the living room but far enough away from our rooms so you don't wake up with a dog sleeping on top of you, because we learned the hard way, multiple times, that those troublemakers somehow know how to pick locks."

L:   "That's ... reassuring," Germany mumbled, imagining a dog in a burglar outfit picking the doorknob with an unraveled paper clip.  He peered into one of the rooms, impressed by how clean and spacious it was.  This estate was much bigger than his back at home. 

Wehrmacht was still a little lost marveling at the architecture, from the medieval to the modern. Whoever built this building was definitely talented. 

"Why not put them on leashes?" Wehrmacht suggested to Mandara when he learned the amusing news about the dogs, "despite being naughty, I think they are well-trained enough not to bite them."

M:   "and that is actually where you would be wrong my friend," Mandara chuckled, "every single time we've bought leashes for those two they always end up getting ripped to shreds, I think the longest we've had one was a week, the shortest was an hour." 

MA nodded in agreement then leaned down to pet Tank who decided to join the tour, "but after the first day, they go back to being the oversized lapdogs they are, don't you buddy," Tank then barked in conformation.

"They never could grasp the whole 'training' thing." Mandara then whispered to the Germans.