L:   France dipped her head in agreement at Mandara's decision. Then she said to Russia, "That's a good idea. By the way, are we allowed to meet MA? He needs to land somewhere after that performance so maybe we'll see him around now while we're vendor-hopping."

"I'd like to congratulate him," Wehrmacht said. "For the flexibility of his old bones."

"I'll bet you'll have to wait your turn," said Germany. "If MA does join us, there will probably be paparazzi and crowds tailing him."

"He'll be a busy man," Iremacht said nonchalantly. "But anyway, enough with the stalling. Let's grab food."

M:   "Agreed," Poland said as they went to find something for lunch, "and MA will be here in a while, he usually stays at the aircraft hanger for a few minutes to make sure the jets haven't been damaged, as they are technically historical artifacts since they were flown in the Cold War."

Mandara nodded in agreement, "and you're right about the paparazzi, Germany, it usually takes him half an hour to shake them off after a performance, and that is on a good day."

Russia and Kaz chuckled at that, they didn't usually enjoy the paparazzi but the image of MA getting swarmed was humorous to them. As they kept walking, Poldara spotted a vendor that he wanted to try, where the main option was chili corn dogs, and it just so happened that a certain female country what there.

"There you are Belarus, we didn't see you at the flyover," Kaz said as they neared.

Belarus turned to the others, she gave a quick glare at the Germans but focused on her brothers, "I was watching from a distance, I can't stand the loud cheering."

L:   Wehrmacht avoided looking at her and instinctively followed Poldara to the chili corn dogs, forgetting that they were spicy. France had to tap his shoulder and point at the food to remind him, to which the former militant shuffled back very quickly. On the other hand, Iremacht purchased two corn dogs, giving one to Poldara and eating the other. As he chewed, he crossed his arms and stubbornly glared back at Belarus.

Germany sighed, sensing the tension again in the air. He made sure the others were busy with the corn dog stand before approaching Belarus.

"Hey Belarus," he said. "I know you're still mad and you can continue to be mad if you want. We're sorry for the events that happened. Wehrmacht and even Iremacht had good intentions, but things don't always go the way they're planned." He adjusted his tie absentmindedly. "Neither of us have kids; we don't fully understand the hope Wehrmacht had for his son when he let them go alone. My uncle knows he was partially responsible for the danger that Poldara was in. He feels really bad about it. But he can't help caring about his own son too."

M:   Belarus grunted at Germany, "I know that, but he doesn't realize how irresponsible Iremacht is, for crying out loud, he causes riots and unrest in other countries for laughs. It doesn't matter the intentions when your actions show otherwise, Wehrmacht knew what he was doing, and Poldara paid the price with his wings. If you ask me, Mandara shouldn't have invited you Nazis, you bring disaster wherever you go, you can pretend to change, but deep down you know you will be nothing but harbingers of danger."

With that, Belarus shouldered past Germany and disappeared into the crowd. Poldara had heard everything, and he felt really bad that the two countries were so tense, he walked over to Germany and said, "I'm sorry I got you guys in trouble, it wasn't your fault."

L:   The word Belarus used stabbed through Germany's heart. He staggered back as Belarus passed him, his eyes wide with pained memories. When Poldara came over and apologized, Germany's mind was swimming with too much emotion to respond.

"Cousin?" came Iremacht's voice as he joined them. He hadn't overheard anything. "You look like you saw a ghost. What did that bitch say to you?"

Germany was still and silent, so Iremacht raised an eyebrow at Poldara. Then he slapped his hand over his mouth when he realized he'd just called Belarus a bitch in front of the kid.

France and Wehrmacht hung back with Russia, Kazakhstan, and Mandara. Wehrmacht read the body language of Belarus and Germany's interaction, and his wings sank.

M:   "Belarus called you guys Nazis, but I don't think she meant it," Poldara said innocently.

"She what!" Poland exclaimed, he saw his son go over to Germany after Belarus left so decided to listen, and is glad he did, "Blue-Jay, Belarus would never say something like that."

At this point, the other adults turned to Poldara and Poland, "what happened, what did who say?" Mandara asked

"Belarus was still mad about what happened to me and she still blames Mr. Werhmacht," Poldara explained, "then she said 'If you ask me, Mandara shouldn't have invited you Nazis, you bring disaster where ever you go, you can pretend to change, but deep down you know you will be nothing but harbingers of danger', in those exact words."

"Oh blyat," Russia whispered, he and Kaz exchanged glances, then Kaz announced, "I ... going to go talk to her." then walked off to do that.

L:   Wehrmacht's hands turned cold. He immediately rushed over to Germany, who was paralyzed just as he'd feared. He wrapped one wing around his nephew and murmured gently and reassuringly like he'd done this more than once before.

Snap. Iremacht had broken his corn dog stick with his fingers on reflex. He watched Kaz walk away to talk to Belarus and had the urge to overtake him, reach Belarus, and strangle her.

"What does she know?" he growled, his fist shaking with scraps of the splintered stick. "What right does she have to call us that?" His face grew hot with fury. "I'll kill her."

His analytical mind was already planning away. He could easily move the rioters at Moscow to Belarus. She wasn't as strong as Russia. He would tear her down without hesitation.

M:   Mandara was left paralyzed himself, he couldn't believe Belarus would say something like that, MA would not believe it either when he finds out.

Russia on his end growled in his throat at Iremacht's comment, "If you lay one finger on my little sister I will tear your arms off!"

Poldara flinched when he said that, he backed up and hid behind his dads in case another fight breaks out.

L:   Iremacht shouted back, "Not if I tear off her arms first for what she said about - "

He saw Poldara cowering behind Mandara and Poland, realized that he'd made a ruckus again, and took a deep breath. Iremacht straightened his clothes, pretending to dust off some imaginary dirt as he calmed down.

"Whatever," he grumbled, lowering his voice. "She's not worth my time."

"None of this is worth brawling about," France said. "And we should get everything settled before we meet MA. I hope Kaz can sort things out with Belarus, but I'm not so sure about you two." She looked between Russia and Iremacht. "Tone down your deathly auras."

M:   Russia glanced over to France, then to Poldara behind his dads, his expression also softened.He too settled down and said to Iremacht, "she's right, as much as I want to skin you alive for threatening my sister, we shouldn't settle our problems in someone else's country. We both can fight each other when we leave, but we should try to get along for now."

He glanced over at Mandara, who crossed his arms and raised a brow like he was expecting something else, Russia knew what he wanted and sighed irritably.

"I am so sorry about this Iremacht," the Slavic country said, then promptly bear-hugged him, though he hated every second of it.

Mandara smiled approvingly, "that's better," he said, he then patted Russia's shoulder as he passed him to check on Germany and Wehrmacht."Are you guys ok?" he asked, worriedly

L:   "FUCKING MOTHER OF - " Iremacht wriggled like a fish out of water in Russia's hug. It was the most awkward show of false affection ever since both of them hated the supposedly loving gesture. Iremacht had been caught off guard and felt so violated that he smacked Russia's face. "Put me down this instant!"

France facepalmed.

Germany's expression was back to normal by the time Mandara approached them. He remained quiet, however, and let his uncle do the talking.

"Ja, we're alright," Wehrmacht said. "Thanks for checking. It's just ... been a while." He squeezed Germany's hand. "Best if we not dwell on it."