M: Mittens

L: Luv

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M

"You weren't causing problems just now were you." Mandara said to MA as he walked in and closed the door.  

"No, I wasn't" MA reassured him, "I was just talking to Wehrmacht, that's all."

Mandara raised a brow, so MA sighed and explained, "I noted that something was bothering him and I just wanted to make sure he was ok." 

 "Hmm, interesting that you want to help him after you were so stand offish towards him earlier," Mandara teased, which earned him a grunt from MA, but they left the conversation at that and went about making themselves comfortable.

L

"Are our guests comfortable?" Germany asked when he spotted Wehrmacht returning. 

 "Ja ja," his uncle dismissed. "When is EU arriving?" 

"In two days. He had to stop by Poland first." 

 When he heard an irritated sigh from Wehrmacht, Germany finally decided to confront his uncle. "Even after all this time, why are you still so hostile to everyone?" 

 "Because I am a militant entity and it is my duty to—." 

 "You're not active anymore," said Germany. "You agreed to EU and UN that you would step down and train the next militant—my OFFICIAL militant. It isn't your job to deem who's a threat and who isn't anymore. MA is an active militant, which means YOU have to respect HIM. Understand?" 

 Wehrmacht stiffened. Then he pushed passed Germany and stomped outside, his fists clenched. His nephew watched him go in exasperation and decided to go upstairs to apologize to MA and Mandara on Wehr's behalf.

M

"If I'd known we were going to be staying the night, I definitely would have packed more than just my uniform," MA stated as he was taking off his eye patch, blinking a few times as he adjusted to the light. 

"Thunder you don't even wear any other clothes, if you new we were staying, you'd sill only pack a gun and that's it." Mandara joked as he groomed his wings. 

 "Well you're one to talk, you always wear the same pair pants everyday." MA teased back, which earned a laugh from both of them.

L

Germany heard faint laughter coming from within the room as he approached it, raising his hand to knock. He smiled sadly, wishing he could go back to the days when he still got along with Wehrmacht. Germany cleared this throat and finally tapped the door. 

 "Mandara? MA? It's Germany. I wanted to apologize for any disturbance my uncle might have caused."

M

Mandara and MA turned to the door then back to each other. Mandara quickly grabbed his eye patch while MA opened the door for Germany, making sure to block Mandara from his vision so he could finish tying his patch. 

"Hello Germany," MA greeted, "you don't have to apologize, other than be a bit grumpy, Wehrmacht was surprisingly civil ... ish."

L

"Was he?" Germany blinked. "Well alright then. How are you two settling? I was thinking perhaps we could eat dinner out at a local cuisine. Mandara what do you think?" 

Germany tried to peek past MA to see the other country but MA's wings blocked him for the most part. "Is everything alright in there?"

M

"Yeah, everything's good" Mandara said as he walked up behind MA, who lowered his wings to let him by, "Dinner sounds nice, what you have in mind?"

L

"There is a restaurant that I love down the street. They shouldn't be too booked at this hour and I can get us all VIP seats," said Germany as he headed downstairs to the empty lobby.

 Wehrmacht hadn't returned yet and Germany looked a bit worried. He wondered if his uncle was still outside.

M

Mandara and MA followed Germany to the lobby, but were surprised when he stopped in his tracks.

"Is something wrong Germany?" Mandara asked, taking note of the worried look on his face.

L

"Oh it's just I thought Wehrmacht would be back," Germany said. "He must be outside. Maybe he is training Bundeswehr." Germany mustered a smile at his guests. "Let's see what they're up to and then maybe Wehrmacht can come with us since I know he likes a particular dish at that restaurant."

M

"Sure, let's just hope that this big baby behaves himself," Mandara said as he softly punched MA.

 "Hey, need I remind you that I am older than you little brother." MA responded, glaring at Mandara, who just kept pestering him. 

 "Well maybe if you acted like it for once, then maybe wouldn't have to remind me." 

 MA grunted at him, then turned his attention back to Germany, "So who is Bundeswehr, is he your active militant entity?"

L

Germany laughed at Mandara and MA's playful banter. It made him wish he had siblings. He was leading them outside when he heard MA's question. 

 "Ja, Bundeswehr will be my new militant entity. EU finally approved of me having an army a few years ago and Wehrmacht has been training him ever since." 

 Meanwhile, in the front courtyard, Wehrmacht was in fact yelling at Bundeswehr to do another lap around the estate. A little younger than Germany and with light blue skin, Bundeswehr was doubled over and panting. He didn't have wings so another "lap" meant he would be doing a whole lot of running.

M

The brothers both hummed in unison to Germany's explanation as they walked outside and saw the two entities. MA raised a brow when he saw Bundswehr, he definitely didn't look much like a militant entity, but he brushed it off as him having too high of expectations. 

 He then said to Germany, "Ya know, Wehrmacht is a lot of things, but a teacher is not one I expected."

L

"You're right about that," Germany remarked, wincing when he heard Wehrmacht shout at Brundeswehr again. "He is definitely not a teacher." 

Then Germany raised his voice to call out, "Uncle! We're going to that restaurant down the street for dinner. Would you like to come?" 

 At the mention of food, Wehrmacht paused. He spotted Mandara and MA next to Germany and scowled a little at the idea of having to eat dinner with those two. Nonetheless, he turned back to Bundeswehr and said, "I'll spare you for today. Instead, go pick up Iremacht from school, he should be right about finished now." 

 Bundeswehr saluted and jogged away, waving at Germany, Mandara, and MA as he left. Wehrmacht walked over to the group and ruffled his wings, hands behind his back once again.