M:   Poland and MA thought about it for a minute, then MA got an idea, "well, this is probably a bad idea, but Poldara and I have a private training ground next to my army's bomb range. I remember how much Iremacht used to love sniper rifles, we could take him there and he can let off some steam, under supervision of course." 

"But first, let's get Mandy to bed so he can rest," Poland said, MA nodded in agreement. He held Mandara bridal-style and stood up. "We'll be back, maybe one of you could go outside and check on Poldara, please," he said and didn't wait for a response as he and Poland went up the stairs to lay Mandara down. 

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Poldara furrowed his brows, "um ... we don't really talk about that stuff here, Dad and Uncle MA always get sad when that's brought up." Mandoria then screeched aggressively and flapped his wing on his perch. 

"Mandoria says he doesn't care where you're from, but you're being very disrespectful and he doesn't want to be a tool for your entertainment." Poldara translated, "wow, he's never said something like that before, you must have hit a nerve."

L:   "Forgive me," Iremacht said, retracting his hand but waving it dismissively. "It slipped from my mouth. I'm fascinated with my ancestors' war history, especially the parts where we win." 

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Since Germany preferred to stay in the estate because the dogs were outside, Wehrmacht stepped out into the backyard to find Poldara. He saw the dogs finishing the last bits of meat from a fallen meat tub and Mandoria sitting on a perch next to Poldara.  Good, all animals accounted for - except for snakes but he'd worry about that later. 

Wehrmacht arrived just in time to hear his son's last statement and spotted Iremacht at the window. 

"I'll have you know Machty," Wehrmacht said, folding his arms, "that our ancestors were not good people to be proud of."

M:   Poldara turned to Wehrmacht, "one of them was, Dad told me that Mr. Prussia's son, Deutsche, was his boyfriend once and he helped Dad and Uncle MA get their home back." 

As he said that, he remembered that Wehrmacht said that his grandfather was Prussia, "wait a minute, you said your grandpa was Mr. Prussia, that means your dad must have been Mr. Deutsche." Poldara's eyes lit up and his wings flapped excitedly, which made Mandoria fly to his tree again, "does that mean I have a big brother?!" he squeaked. 

L:   Wehrmacht was so caught off guard by the question that his face flushed redder than before. He only came to his senses after hearing Iremacht break into a fit of laughter. His son leaned over the window, cackling at what Poldara had said. 

"N-Nein, I'm not your brother," Wehrmacht stammered, "Deutsche never did ... the thing with Mandara—anyway, you and I are not related!" 

Iremacht was still laughing his head off, "what does this make me, your fucking nephew?  I have a 12-year-old uncle, oh dear!"

M:  Poldara didn't understand why Iremacht was laughing so hard, nor did he understand why Wehrmacht was blushing so much, though he did make an "aww" sound from his disappointment.

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Back inside, MA and Poland just finished putting Mandara to bed and were walking down the hallway to join the Germans, but as they passed an open doorway that led to a balcony, they heard the loudest laughter they've ever heard in their lives. They walked out onto the balcony to investigate and saw Poldara and Wehrmacht standing near Mandoria's tree, with Iremacht laughing his ass off from his bedroom window. 

Unsure of what was happening, they both flew down, "what's going on down here, sounds like someone told the best joke in an award-winning comedy," MA stated.

L:   "Well ... how do I explain this ..." Wehrmacht trailed away. It didn't help that Germany also poked his head out by the backyard door in curiosity, frowning at Iremacht's loudness. 

"Oh indeed, it's the best joke of the century," Iremacht said, trying to catch his breath.  He straightened, put a regal hand on his chest, and announced, "Poldara is my uncle and my dear Vater is Mandara's son." His laughter finally died down and he added with a glint in his red eye, "With the way history went down, that would be some complicated family drama."

Wehrmacht shot Iremacht a glare for bringing up more touchy subjects that had already given Mandara a panic attack.  He explained, as straight-faced as he could to MA and Poland, "Poldara assumed that I'm his older brother since I'm GE's son."

M:   MA and Poland were speechless, they didn't know how to feel about this information, especially Poland since Wehr basically said that his own son thought his husband "did the deed" with Wehrmacht's father, it was uncomfortable, to say the least. 

"Um ... well then," MA said, scratching his neck scars -something he did when uncomfortable-, "that is ... um ... something. I'm glad Trigger isn't out here, he wouldn't be able to face you the same way, Wehrmacht." 

"Why is everyone acting so weird?" Poldara asked, "what did I do?"

L:   Iremacht chuckled at Poldara's oblivious confusion. Since his room was on the first floor of the estate, Iremacht hoisted the rest of the window wide open and slipped his legs out. He landed in the grass of the backyard and strolled over to Poldara, patting the kid's head. 

"You're not actually my uncle," Iremacht said, his gaze softening, "my vater isn't your big brother. GE - Deutsche as you call him - never married Mandara." With a glance at MA and Poland, Iremacht added, "their relationship didn't work out. Mandara only has one husband and that's your vater Poland."

Wehrmacht was both grateful and surprised at Iremacht's change in attitude. His son was so spiteful before but now his tone was gentle. Wehrmacht wondered if there was some underlying prank or trick Iremacht was planning.

M:   MA and Poland were also surprised, this was way different than how Iremacht was acting before, either he was planning something or he just had a soft spot for Poldara. MA flinched when Iremacht patted his nephew's head, but Poldara's small giggle settled his nerves a bit. 

"Ok, sorry if I made things weird," Poldara said, just then his stomach made an audible grumbling noise. He looked down and then laughed awkwardly, "sorry, I didn't realize how hungry I am." 

"Dinner's almost ready Blue-Jay," Poland said, walking up to him. He then looked to the Germans, "since you all were the only ones coming today we had the kitchen staff prepare some beef stew since that seems to be everyone's favorite." 

"And don't worry Wehrmacht, there is no spice in it this time," MA joked.