L (have this long random spew):

"Iremacht, would you please calm down and really think about what you did?" Bundeswehr said. 

He and Iremacht were in the living room at Wehrmacht's house, and the teen was pacing back and forth in fuming anger. 

 "I AM THINKING," Iremacht snapped, still pacing. "I am thinking about how unfair this is and how Dad always thinks I'm wrong!" 

 Bundeswehr sighed from the couch. "Well, what you did today - " 

 "EU deserved it!" shouted Iremacht. "Someone had to show that squashed blueberry that he isn't the boss of anyone, especially not my Dad. He used to be the leader of the most feared army in the world at one point. Even League of Nations feared him! Do you know who League of Nations is?"

"He's - " 

 "He's United Nation's DAD! Even he knows not to mess with my father." Iremacht grit his teeth. "It's too bad EU didn't show up until a few years ago. If he had been in the war, my Dad would've shown him - " 

 "Iremacht, you KNOW your Dad doesn't do that stuff anymore," Bundeswehr interrupted. "And you know he hates it. Calm down so when Wehrmacht comes home, you two can figure things out peacefully." 

Back at the estate, Germany finished his call with the cooks just as Wehrmacht started making a phone call to the sewing shop. He described the condition and material of the uniform and got the logistics settled; the uniform would be placed on their special Rush Orders list and likely finished by tomorrow evening. Wehrmacht thanked the seamstress and hung up, glancing at the door to find Germany there. 

 "Our guests went to their rooms," Wehrmacht informed his nephew. 

 "I know, I was waiting for them to leave so I could talk to you privately," said Germany. "It's about what I said to EU today." He took a deep breath. "I'm going to officially retire you."

M

"I can't believe you don't have any other colors Trigger." MA grunted, looking at himself in the mirror in Mandara's room. 

"I do have other colors Thunder, your just too picky to try them," Mandara said, "besides, I think red looks good on you." 

"Except it makes me look like a walking tomato, I much prefer my navy blue uniform." 

"You'll get it back, now stop complaining and get over here, we need to pluck those damaged feathers." Mandara ordered, so MA let out a sigh and went over to the bed. He sat down and unfurled his wings so Mandara could work on them. 

"You are so lucky that only your feathers were damaged, considering what Iremacht did to the rest of your body." Mandara said as he plucked the torn feathers, which there thankfully weren't too many of. 

 MA hummed in agreement but said nothing further, letting his brother work in silence. Eventually, Mandara had removed all the feathers, patting MA's wing to let him know he was finished. MA folded his wings and stood up.

"Should we clean this up?" he asked. "We will later, let's go downstairs first so Germany and Wehrmacht don't get worried." Mandara answered, so the two did just that.

L

"Now?" Wehrmacht said. He was shocked not by the act of retiring but by the abruptness of it. 

"Ja," said Germany. "Everything went wrong for EU today. He doesn't hold grudges, but he does not forget either." Germany would not look at his uncle as he continued. "If I don't call back with some good news to tell him, he could pose a risk against our economy. And since it's your son who tried to 'molest' him as he called it..." 

 "...I understand," said Wehrmacht. "I will notify Bundeswehr and get him ready to take over starting tomorrow morning." 

 Germany swallowed, feeling incredibly bad for everything he was saying but unable to retract his steps now that he'd moved forward with it. "You can still stick around. Your house is still yours." 

 "Danke," Wehrmacht murmured. "But I'd best be going back to Ireland anyway...accompany Iremacht there." 

 "Okay," said Germany. It didn't feel okay though.

M

When the brothers came down to the lobby, they were surprised to find it empty. 

 "Where could they be?" Mandara asked. 

MA shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know, but I'm sure their fine, we'll just wait for them." 

Mandara nodded and they went to sit on the couch in the middle of the room.

L

Germany and Wehrmacht walked downstairs in silence, with the militant entity looking lost in thought. They found the Mandarian brothers sitting on the lobby couch already. 

 "Ah, tut mir leid for keeping you waiting," Germany said, plastering a smile on his face. "I'll show you to the dining hall, your beef stew should be ready. By the way, Mandara, since our trade deal has been approved, I need to schedule some deliveries with you so we can get started."

M

"Of course, what ever you need." Mandara said as he stood up, followed by MA. 

 "It's good to hear that the EU approved the deal, even after everything I said" MA stated as the brothers followed the Germans to the dining hall. 

 "Thunder you don't have to beat yourself up for that" Mandara reassured MA "EU most likely would have approved no matter what you said, since trading doesn't typically involve the military, isn't that right Germany?"

L

"Ja," said Germany, flinching at the mention of military. He looked over his shoulder at Wehrmacht, who trailed a little behind the group. "It doesn't involve the military. But I admire your insistence on including MA in the discussion and rejecting EU's proposal. His offers are pretty hard to resist." 

 The dining room was a large polished room with curved windows that reached from ceiling to floor and showed the beautiful gardens outside. There was a long table in the center and several cooks in white hats were already waiting to the side with covered silver platters on their hands. Germany invited everyone to sit.

M

"Woah, fancy" Mandara breathed, which earned a small chuckle. 

 The two sat in their respective places, with Mandara still looking around in amazement at the beautiful room he was in. 

"Don't look now Germany, but I think you broke him." MA joked, with Mandara then speaking after him, "This place is amazing, I'd say it almost rivals France's dinning room, and that place was very beautiful too."

L

Germany laughed at MA's joke and at the mesmerized look on Mandara's face. The cooks served them their plates, removing the lids to reveal steaming bowls of beef stew. 

 "Yes, France and I get inspiration from each other," Germany said, sipping the soup carefully. "Despite our past history, she's been really nice to me and helps get UK off my tail sometimes." 

Beside Germany, Wehrmacht stirred his stew and absentmindedly brought a spoonful to his mouth. His once distracted eyes suddenly opened wide.  He leaped out of seat, stuck out his tongue, and frantically fanned it with his hands like his mouth was on fire — which it kind of was.

M

Mandara burst out laughing, he knew it was rude but he couldn't help it, the overdramatic display he was putting on was hilarious. 

 MA also chuckled, "Holy crap Wehrmacht, overdramatic much, guess it's safe to say that you can't handle spicy food huh." 

 He also took a sip of his stew, but didn't jump up and down like Wehr since he didn't mind the spice. 

"It's really not that bad, delicious actually." he stated, with Mandara still giggling in the background.

L

"Dith du puth SPITHE IN IT?" Wehrmacht tried to yell at Germany, his flaming tongue making it hard to speak. 

 "I had to," Germany laughed. "For our guests. I couldn't help but order some in yours as well." 

Wehrmacht glared at his nephew, his wings trembling from anger and from the hot stinging pain. He flailed his arms and shouted for the cook. One servant popped his head in and nearly got a heart attack from the sight of Wehrmacht panicking. The servant quickly returned with a jar of water and gave the whole thing to Wehrmacht, who gulped it down like a madman.

M

Mandara was laughing so hard that he though he was going to break something and MA couldn't help but laugh a little harder too. 

 "Man, you wouldn't last two minutes in our country Wehrmacht, since we are pretty well known for our spicy cuisines." MA said through his giggling, which prompted Mandara to stop laughing, 

"Oh you guys should totally visit us sometime, especially since we are trading partners now." 

MA nodded in agreement, "But stay away from the restaurants, because I am not kidding about our dishes being spicy."

L

At the mention of being trading partners—which could possibly entail importing spices—Wehrmacht coughed in the middle of chugging water. He nearly spat everything out, which would have made a huge mess, but he forced himself to hold it in and swallow. It left a hoarse scratchy feeling in his throat that made him sputter and cough some more. He quickly set the jar down to avoid spilling any precious water. 

 "I'm interested," chirped Germany. "You could be my new source of spice so I don't have to go through India." 

He got up to hand his uncle some tissues. Wehrmacht glowered at him, snatched it gruffly from his hand, and wiped his mouth, his feathers bristling. 

 "What kinds of dishes do you guys serve?" Germany asked, ignoring his uncle. "If you leave the recipe, you could teach my cooks something new."

M

Mandara spoke this time, having regained his composure, "Well, we have a very diverse culture and most of the food tends to be a mixture of a lot of places, but one of our oldest is a pork roast with sautéed vegetables and covered in a sauce we call 'Dragons Breath', it's that spicy." 

 MA chuckled at the mention of the sauce, "I think Wales is still trying to sue us for naming our sauce after him." 

 Mandara started laughing again, but not as hard.

L

"You hear that, Uncle?" Germany elbowed Wehrmacht playfully. "Dragons Breath is coming to burn you inside out. Can't wait to place a shipment of - " 

 He didn't finish because Wehrmacht suddenly shoved Germany aside with his wing and stomped out the dining room without a word. His wings had been vibrating all this time, the tension piling on layer by layer until he couldn't handle it anymore.Germany blinked at where his Uncle had been seconds before. Slowly, he turned to look at Mandara and MA, his expression very much bewildered as if stating 'what the fuck just happened'.

M

Mandara was also as confused as Germany, but MA had an idea of what was happening. The whole day had been nothing but stressful for Wehr, from the paintball incident, to EU's surprise visit, to Iremacht attacking EU and MA. 

 "Um...one minute, I'll be right back." MA said, then quickly followed after Wehr, leaving two very confused countries. 

 When MA left the dining room, Wehr was nowhere in sight and he didn't see where he went. He could however feel the intense vibrating coming from the militant's wings, so he headed in that direction.

L

Wehrmacht had gone straight back to the lobby and flung the front doors open. It was getting dark outside as the evening air settled in. He wrapped his wings closer to himself; they were now shaking from agitation and the cold. He hated the cold. The German headed down the street in the direction of his home. 

He shouldn't have shoved Germany like that, he thought. And in front of their guests. That was another mistake, another blunder that made Germany look bad. He sighed, his wings sagging little by little until they dragged along the floor without him noticing.

M

MA followed Wehr's vibrations outside, he contemplated on if he should keep following since it appeared that he was heading home. He then remembered how Wehr comforted him last night when he told the Germans about Mandara's encounter with Ussr, that made up his mind and he ran down the street to try and catch up with him. When he spotted Wehr, the first thing he noticed was he was dragging his wings along the ground, that definitely wasn't normal, whatever was bothering him was worse than he thought, especially considering Wehrmacht hadn't noticed him there yet. 

 MA called after him, "Wehrmacht wait!" He wanted to ask if he was ok, but he figured he should get Wehr's attention first before anything else.

L

"MA?" Wehrmacht turned around as MA caught up with him. "Shouldn't you be with Mandara?" He added, a little bitterly, "Protecting your country." 

 Wehrmacht resumed walking down the street. He tried to keep his wings up this time to pretend that he was okay. 

M

"He can handle himself for a while, I'm more concerned about you." MA stated, but when Wehr didn't respond and kept walking, MA walked out in front of him to block him. 

"Wehrmacht stop, I want to help you, but I can't if you don't talk to me, what is going on?" he said, is voice full of worry.

L

Wehrmacht halted, frowning when MA blocked him. He heard the concern in the militant's voice and that's when he finally broke his resolve. 

 "I..." He took a deep breath. "I'm retired. Germany retired me. Just now, before dinner. I need to prepare Bundeswehr...for tomorrow." The German shook his head and closed his eyes. "I need to go home." 

 He took a step forward, trying to dodge MA.

M

MA wasn't having it, he blocked Wehr with his wing, "I'm sorry to hear that, but I know that is not the only reason. The way you shoved Germany and stormed out of the dinning room, it was evident that you cracked under pressure." He sighed before continuing, "I know that you have had a very stressful day, and I know from experience that it is a terrible idea to go home after one of those. So here is what we are going to do, we are going to stand here and talk about it so you can vent that stress, and I am not taking no for an answer." 

 MA had switched to a more serious tone of voice at that last sentence, to show Wehr that he wasn't asking.

L

"I don't want to talk to you," Wehrmacht grumbled, frustrated that MA kept blocking him. "Go back to Mandara before something bad happens to him like it did last time! You'd be a better militant entity that way, rather than come after a useless retiree like me. Now let me through. I'll fight you if I need to." 

 Wehrmacht raised his wings, fluffing them out to appear bigger and glowering at MA. He was fully ready to duke it out - ironically, it might give him his last taste of the battlefield before he would be barred from the military action forever.

M

MA lowered his wings in shock at what Wehrmacht said, especially considering he was the one who told him that that wouldn't happen again. MA knew that Wehr was serious about fighting him, and he was desperately trying to think of a way to calm him down. He got an idea and did something that he never would have thought he would do, he hugged Wehrmacht. He knew it would catch him off guard long enough for him to say something, so he quickly did, "Your not useless Wehrmacht, you are one of the strongest militants I know. But your hurting, it's as plain as the wings on my back, and I want to do something that no one else has done, I want to help you, so please let me do that." 

MA waited for Wehr's response, he was still hugging him but he was prepared to jump out of the way should the worst happen.

L

Wehrmacht stiffened, went rigid as a pole, when he felt MA's arms wrap around him. He thought about shaking himself out of MA's grip and running away. But he didn't, as he heard MA's words and his offer to help in the midst of Wehrmacht's world crashing down. The German stood there without resistance and gradually, his wings slackened. All energy left his body. The fury died in his eyes and he leaned against MA. 

 "I really need to get home," he mumbled. "Please, let me go home. I'll...tell you everything there. Please."

M

MA looked up at him, "Ok, we'll go." 

He gave the German a pat on his back before he let go and followed him. He didn't say anything as they walked, just letting the silences hang over them, but he did put his wing around him to comfort him. This wasn't the first time MA had to help someone with their problems, he has been doing it for years with his brother, so he knew what he was getting himself into.

L

Bundeswehr sprang to his feet when the door to the house opened, revealing Wehrmacht and MA. He saluted them both and reported, "Sir, Iremacht is upstairs." 

Then he noticed the way MA held his wing around the German and the dejected look on Wehrmacht's face. 

 "Is something wrong?" he asked, staring at his trainer for an explanation. When he received none, he looked to MA for an answer.

M

MA also looked at Wehrmacht, but it was apparent that he didn't want to answer, so he patted his shoulder and answered for him. 

 "After you and Iremacht left, Germany made the decision to officially retire Wehrmacht, needless to say that was really hard for him and with everything that happened today, he just kind of broke. I came here with him to make sure he was ok, but I think I will be staying for a bit, if you know what I mean." He then turned back to Wehr, "why don't we go sit down."

L

"R-Retired?" Bundeswehr repeated in disbelief as Wehrmacht sat down on the couch. "But why? Is it because Iremacht attacked EU? I'll tell him to apologize - " 

 "Nein." Wehrmacht stared at the floor as he spoke. "It's already done. Starting tomorrow morning, you're Germany's official militant." 

 "But I'm not ready!" Bundeswehr protested. 

 "You'll be fine," said Wehrmacht. "Go back to Germany's estate." 

 Bundeswehr wanted to argue some more but he couldn't disobey an order, even if it came from a retired militant. As he passed MA to head out the door, Bundeswehr whispered to the Mandarian, "Please take care of him."

M

MA nodded, "I swear on my wings I will, don't worry" 

When Bundeswehr left, MA headed to the kitchen table to grab one of the bottles of beer that was still left, he knew it wasn't a good idea to give an upset person alcohol, but he figured Wehr needed it. 

"Here, I don't know where you keep your cups so I just grabbed the bottle." He said, setting the bottle in front of Wehr, before sitting down on one of the sofas. He didn't speak just yet, wanting to let Wehrmacht go at his own pace, so he silently waited.

L

Wehrmacht took the bottle and nodded his thanks. He sipped the beer in silence, letting the sweet aftertaste calm himself. 

 "I've been a militant virtually all my life," Wehrmacht began, barely above a whisper. "I loved reading when I was younger, and the only books around were about the army and weaponry. Naturally, that became the primary knowledge I consumed. I guess that's were Iremacht gets his military obsession from." Wehrmacht chuckled ruefully. "Then of course there was the war and I was the General. The only thing I ever knew was to fight and lead a military. That was my life until I met Ireland. I tried to balance between him and my duty to my people, but I could never get the battlefield out of my mind.

"When the war ended, our nation was stripped of its military. I had to go into hiding in Ireland and then we had Iremacht. A couple of years later, Germany was reunified and allowed to have a military again. Germany contacted me for help later on because he couldn't run it alone. By then, Europe had EU. He allowed me to come back only if I agreed to train the next official militant for Germany - Bundeswehr - and retire afterwards." 

 Wehrmacht set the bottle down and put his face in his hands with a deep breath. "The army - my soldiers - military - that's all I've ever known. They don't understand that...there's nothing for me out here. Nothing. Everyone has a purpose, some role to play - you do too, MA. But I have nothing now."

M

MA nodded as Wehr told his story, he made sure to wait a minute to make sure Wehr was done before he spoke up. 

 "I understand how your feeling, I have been around a long time and have seen many a militant entity, and human soldiers go through what your going through. Most all of them have said the same thing that you are saying, that they have no purpose other than fighting, but I will tell you the same thing I told them; everyone has more than one purpose. Someone's purpose is not something they are born with, it is something they discover throughout their life, and something they rediscover when they find they can't keep doing the first." 

He took a breath before continuing, "Before the cold war, I thought my purpose was to lead my military just like you did, but after Trigger was rescued and had to deal with his PTSD, I discovered I had another purpose; to help and take care of my brother. Your new purpose, to take care of your family, you may think you have nothing, but you still have Iremacht, Ireland, and Germany. This is a dangerous world Wehrmacht, and even though we may be countryhumans, that doesn't mean that we are always save, and your family needs someone to protect them, that person is you." 

MA put a wing over his shoulders, and then quoted what Wehr told him the day before, "You have a purpose, and the more you tell yourself that, the more you will realize it's true."

L

From upstairs, Iremacht had switched on his Enhanced Mode when he heard the murmurs in the living room. He was able to listen to latter half of MA's words and guessed that something had happened to cause his father to need comfort. He had a dreadful idea of what that might've been. The teen slipped quietly out of his room and crept to the top of the stairs. He came down halfway and sat at the steps, out of Wehrmacht and MA's sight but able to hear them clearly without his Enhanced Mode now.

"How can I protect them," Wehrmacht was saying, "if I have no standing. EU can do whatever he wants and whatever ounce of authority I had before is gone." 

 That confirmed Iremacht's worst guilt. His father had been retired. And it was his fault. 

M

"Well, you don't always need authority to protect the ones you love." MA answered "When Prussia killed my father, he was very much inclined to kill me and Trigger. I had only just became an adult then, with absolutely no authority whatsoever, but I held my ground and fought the battle of my life just to protect my remaining family. You don't need authority, all you need is the will to keep your loved ones safe."

L

"You went against Prussia at such a young age?" Wehrmacht said surprised. New admiration flickered in his gaze. "That's very brave." His tone was lighter than before; MA's advice made sense, he just needed to have the will to keep going. He was who he was - a strong soldier and a father. 

 "Danke," he said to MA. "For the pep talk. You did it much better than the one I gave. Have you thought of a career in counseling? I should probably go look for a job myself now that I've got all this free...time."

M

MA nodded respectfully to Wehr "Ihr willkommen, I'm just glad I could help." he then chuckled at his suggestion, "Trigger has suggested the same thing, for the most part I reserve my skills for my soldiers when they are going through a crisis." 

MA looked at a clock hanging on the wall, "I should start heading back to the estate, Trigger and Germany are probably wondering where we went, I'll tell them that you decided to come home."  

With that, he stood up and gave Wehr one last pat on his shoulder, "Just remember that you can get through this, if you survived WWII, then I'm certain you can survive retirement. I'll see you tomorrow." 

MA started heading for the door, but stopped when he saw something from the corner of his eye, he turned to the stairwell, "Iremacht?"

L

Iremacht jolted and scrambled to his feet. He was tempted to run back upstairs again but decided against it since he was already caught. The teen stepped out into the living room. 

Wehrmacht raised his eyebrows at his son, who he guessed had been eavesdropping by the nervous look on his face. 

Before he could say anything, Iremacht blurted, "I'm sorry, Dad. If I had known - I thought that - I was just..." He trailed away. Instead he turned to MA and bowed his head solemnly. "I'm sorry for hurting you earlier. I got angry and I should have controlled myself. It won't happen again." Then, to everyone in the room, Iremacht murmured, "I'm really really sorry," before subsiding into sad silence.

M

MA felt his heart twitch at Iremacht apologies, the kid had no idea what was going on and he thought it was his fault. 

 "You don't have to be sorry Iremacht" MA said, taking a step towards him. "You didn't know what was going on and just made a mistake, I would have done the same thing if I were in your shoes. I don't know how much you heard, but know that none of this is your fault, your dad didn't get retired because of you." 

He put a hand on Iremacht's shoulder, "The important thing is that you understand that you made a mistake, and hopefully you can learn from it. I forgive you Iremacht, I know you would never mean to hurt me."

L

"I will learn from it," Iremacht promised. He straightened his back like a soldier standing to attention. "And I'm also sorry for shooting you with a paintball when we first met." He glanced sheepishly at Wehrmacht. "Dad, I'll give you my paintball sniper and you can throw it away, break it, or do what you need to do with it and I won't stop you." 

 Wehrmacht sat back against the couch, regarding his son for a while. He finished his beer, then said, "I'm still going to call Ireland. But..." He gave MA a small smile. "Maybe we can still put the paintball sniper to good use. Why don't you give it to MA, as a souvenir?"

M

MA smiled, "Sure, I'd be more than happy to keep it safe for you, though I think I will have to come back for it since going back to the estate with a paintball gun is gonna raise some questions and I don't want to deal with those tonight." Then an idea crossed his mind, "well, since your giving me something, it's only fair that I do the same." 

MA reached into his pocket and pulled out his eye patch, which still had the paint stain from that morning and the strap was torn from the fight. "Here, I'm afraid it has been damaged too much for me to use it, but I hope you can take care of it."

L

Iremacht took the eyepatch gingerly, like it was a rare relic he had just been given. He brushed his thumb over the red pain stain and torn strap, his heart beating excitedly. 

 "Thank you," Iremacht breathed in awe. "I will repair it. I don't think I'm worthy to wear it though, but I'll take good care of it." 

He pretended to talk to the eyepatch, "Hear that soldier? I'm your new captain now and I promise to keep your head on your shoulders for as long as I keep mine." 

Wehrmacht chuckled in approval. He stood up and stuck out his hand to MA. "Danke for coming by. Never thought I'd say this from the first time we met, but I'm glad I got to know you, Mandara Army."

M

MA shook his hand, "I am also glad we were able to become further acquainted." He looked at the clock again, "I really need to get going now, Trigger is gonna have my head for being gone this long without telling him where I went." 

 He walked to the door and opened it, but turned back to the Germans to say one more thing, "You two are always welcome to visit our nation if you desire, see you tomorrow." 

And with that, MA left Wehr's house and quickly ran back to the estate.

L

"Dad," Iremacht mumbled when MA left. "Did...are you..." 

 "Retired?" said Wehrmacht. He sounded calmer though, as if the idea was slowly becoming familiar in his head. "Ja. On the bright side, it's more father-son bonding time right?"

 Iremacht brightened; he was relieve Wehrmacht wasn't mad at him and also happy that his father was cheering up. His smile instantly turned down at Wehrmacht's next words: "I'm still calling Ireland."

At the estate, Germany had finished eating his beef stew and ordered Wehrmacht's and MA's beef stews to be kept on the heater in case they came back. He looked worriedly at his watch and asked Mandara, "Do you think they're alright?"

M

"I don't know, they have been gone a long time, I'm starting to get worried." Mandara said.

He looked out the windows at the darkening sky, he knew that MA had left to make sure Wehrmacht was ok, but it was taking a long time for them to come back and he was starting to think something happened to them. Just when Mandara was about to get up to go look for his brother, MA walked into the dinning room. 

"Thunder!" Mandara shouted, relieved that he was ok, he stood up and met MA halfway and hugged him, "Thunder where have you been, I was worried something happened to you." When he stepped back from the hug he noticed that Wehr wasn't with him, "Wheres Wehrmacht, is he alright." 

 "He's fine now, I'll tell you and Germany everything, let me just sit for a bit" MA said. 

 The two sat back down and a chef set his stew back in front of him, which was still warm. As MA ate, he explained where he was and what happened with him and Wehrmacht.

L

Germany listened to the story in silence, feeling worse and worse by the minute. So his uncle had been in a distressed state because he had retired him just like that. Germany was filled with regret. 

 "I shouldn't have done it," he muttered when MA was finished. "It wasn't even his fault. I should've just let him discipline Iremacht and it would have been the end of it. I was being selfish, trying to bring myself back to a comfortable position with EU of all people." Germany took off his glasses and fiddled with them. "Bundeswehr stopped by earlier. He glared at me with so much blame in his eyes...I deserve it. Thank you, MA, for being with my uncle when I couldn't."

M

MA nodded his head, "Your welcome, and you shouldn't beat yourself up too much either. You were under a lot of stress and had to make a tough decision, and if anything, just punishing Iremacht would be delaying the inevitable, since Wehrmacht was to retire anyway. In a way you actually helped him by retiring him, sure it was sudden, but up until now all he knew was fighting and war, now that he is retired he can rediscover himself and live a life outside of the battlefield." 

 Mandara patted his brother's shoulder when he was done, "Mandara Army, the wisest person you will ever meet." 

MA smiled at him before letting out a small yawn.

L

"Indeed, you're lucky to have him," said Germany. Then to lighten the mood, he added, "Speaking of retiring, let's all retire to our beds. It's getting late and we've had a long day. Let me know if you need any extra accommodations since you'll both be staying for a while longer." 

Germany led them back to the living room. Before he left for his own office, he confirmed with MA one last time, "Wehrmacht will be okay for the night, ja? He's stable?"

M

"He is don't worry. He's one of the strongest militants I have ever met, I can assure you he will be just fine." MA reassured him. 

Then he said goodnight and went in Mandara's room to tell him goodnight. Mandara was cleaning up the damaged feathers that he plucked off MA earlier, so MA helped him. 

"With all these feathers that you lost, we'd probably be able to stuff an entire mattress, let alone a pillow." Mandara joked as he threw the last of the feathers away, MA hummed in response but quickly changed the subject.

"Are you sure your going to be ok sleeping by yourself tonight?" he was referring to the very common nigh terrors that Mandara has had ever since Ussr. 

 Mandara contemplated for a second, then nodded his head. "Yes, it's about time I learned to not be afraid of the dark, and besides, you need rest after what happened today, I'll be fine." 

MA didn't really like the idea of not being in the same room as Mandara if he ended up having an episode, but he couldn't deny his wishes, so he said goodnight to him and left for his room, hoping that his brother would be ok without him.