M: Mittens

L: Luv

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M

Mandara waved back to Brundswehr as he passed by, and MA respectfully nodded to him. 

When Wehr walked up to the group, MA was the first to speak, "How about that, I never would of guessed you were a teacher." He then chuckled, "Seeing you two out there kind of reminded me of when our father was training Trigger to become a knight." 

Mandara glared at him, "I thought we agreed to not talk about him during this trip brother." He said through gritted teeth. 

 MA's eyes widened when he realized what he said and cursed himself for it.

L

Wehrmacht's eyes flitted between Mandara and MA. There was a new tension in the air and it wasn't the hostility from before. Germany also looked confused at Mandara's sudden change in tone. 

 "A Knight?" Germany asked, trying to lighten the mood. "That's nothing to be ashamed of, right? Knights in shining armor and all...." 

 Wehrmacht, on the other hand, suspected it was more than that. He stared at Mandara and MA, waiting for an answer.

M

"It's not that" Mandara sighed sorrowfully, sagging his wings a bit. "It's just our father didn't have a good relation to the German leader of his time, b-but we don't like to talk about it." 

MA nodded, also taking on a dishearten look on his face, but he then cleared his throat and spoke up, "But that was over 300 years ago, no reason to dwell on it ... so, where is this restaurant you've been talking about?"

L

"Es tut mir leid," Germany murmured. He had a faint idea of which past German leader Mandara was referring to and it wasn't a merciful one. "It seems we have a quite a lot of reconnecting to do." He smiled at MA, "Right, this way!" 

While Germany headed in the direction of the restaurant, Wehrmacht hung in the back of the group. He observed Mandara and MA with greater interest now, trying to sift through his knowledge of military history to figure out who their father was. He just needed to confirm which German leader in question Mandara had referred to. 

 "Say, Mandara Army was it?" Wehrmacht started, quickening his pace so he walked side-by-side with MA. "If you don't mind my asking, 300 years ago...that's about the 17th or 18th century. I'm curious, I don't suppose my grandfather Prussia is...."

M

"He never told you?" MA side glanced the German, "With all the boasting he did that day, I would have thought that he would of told the whole world of our father's defeat, by his sword might I add." He then grunted, "But like Trigger said, we don't like to talk about, so please just drop the subject."

L

Wehrmacht's eyes widened; so Prussia had been responsible for yet another country's demise.

 "Nein, I wasn't born then," Wehrmacht murmured. "He probably told German Empire, but Vater never told me." The militant entity dipped his head at MA. "I apologize for making you uncomfortable." After some hesitation, he added, "And I'm sorry...for what Großvater did."

 Feeling guilty again, Wehrmacht pulled ahead of MA to walk beside Germany instead. They were nearing the restaurant.

M

MA grunted at Wehrmacht's apology, it didn't mean anything coming from him, it wouldn't even mean anything coming from Prussia himself; he took their father away from them, and that was unforgivable. MA snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a sniffle come from right next to him. He turned his head to his brother, who was wiping his eye with his sleeve. 

MA sighed and wrapped his wing around Mandara, pulling him closer, "It's ok Trigger, he's in a better place watching over us." Mandara nodded and took hold oh MA's hand, and they just continued to walk in silence. 

L

Sensing the negative energy seeping off MA and the mourning coming from Mandara, Wehrmacht felt even worse. The anger from before also returned, but this time it was directed at Prussia. The militant entity was steeped in his own brooding thoughts until they reached the restaurant, where a waiter immediately gave them a fancy VIP room. 

 "Here's the menu, order what you like and don't worry about price tags," Germany said merrily. "Uncle, I assume you're getting the usual?" 

 Wehrmacht rolled his eyes and curled his finger at the waiter, who came over. "Beef stew," he ordered simply. "Extra beef, bitte."

M

Mandara frowned a little when he looked at the menu, it was all written in German and he couldn't understand any of it. MA knew a little German and tried to help him best he could, and after a few minutes they ordered what they wanted and handed the menus to the waiter. 

"Thunder remind me to start studying different languages," Mandara muttered, which earned a chuckle from MA, "I told you to bring that phrase book I bought you, it's probably getting chewed up by Tank right now." 

"Well maybe you should train your dog better." Mandara laughed, playfully shoving his brother, who also laughed.

L

"Ah sorry about that, I should have asked for an English menu," Germany apologized. 

 Before he could say anymore though, Wehrmacht interrupted, "You have dogs? What breed?" 

His eyes sparked with a little more interest. Though he wasn't as obsessed over dogs as his other brother Schutzstaffel, he still liked pets to some extent.

M

"Huh, didn't know you were a fan of dogs Wehrmacht." MA said with interest, but continued to answer the question. "We have two, a Siberian husky named Flurry and a Bernese mountain dog named Tank. We rescued them both from a rundown shelter that was closing due to lack of maintenance and neglect towards the animals." 

 Mandara nodded and piped in, "They are some of the sweetest dogs you will ever meet, so long as you survive their 'Ambush of Love' as we call it." 

 MA snorted into his water at that statement, he set it down before adding, "No kidding, one time Russia and Kazakhstan were visiting and the mutts charged them. Kaz was lucky enough to fly out of the way, but Russia was tackled to the ground and was practically drowned in kisses." 

"But the best part was that after we got the dogs under control, he stayed on the ground looking like he just had a near-death experience." Mandara said before cracking up in laughter, followed by MA as they remembered the hilarious scene.

L

"I can relate to the ambush part," Wehrmacht murmured, nodding pointedly at Germany. 

 His nephew chortled and explained to Mandara and MA, "When Austria and I were younger, we once tackled Uncle when he came to visit from the war." He elbowed Wehrmacht. "In my defense, our German Shepherd Dresden ambushed you first." 

 Wehrmacht scoffed, then turned back to Mandara and MA. Since he'd already intruded into their personal history with Prussia, he was careful not to be too forward this time. 

"It seems your country has a good relationship with former Soviet nations," he said. "I'd assume a pact with them is strong enough, especially Russia. I wonder what made you interested in a trade deal with a western European nation like ours?"

M

MA winced when Wehrmacht mentioned the word soviet, and he quickly turned to his brother to check his reaction. Mandara was staring wide eyed at the Germans like they just turned into horrifying monsters, he then slowly looked over to MA who just mouthed "it's ok" before turning back to the others, "Well ... it's complicated. We don't actually have that strong of relations between our countries themselves, but Trigger is really good friends with Rus and Kaz, although I'd rather not say why, since it was a very painful time for him back then." 

MA then put a hand on Mandara's shoulder, who then just gave him a fake smile before he turned away and started fiddling with the bandages on his arms.

L

Germany was frightened by the look on Mandara's face. That word 'Soviet' had triggered something—something bad. Wehrmacht was frowning at Mandara as well, but listened to MA's explanation. 

 "I see," Wehrmacht said, watching Mandara's uneasy smile and the way he touched his bandages. 

Bandages. How had he not noticed them before? And judging by Mandara's actions, those bandages must be connected to...Soviet. 

 "It seems he was not as merciful to you as he was to me," Wehrmacht whispered.

M

Mandara looked up in surprise, he didn't know that Wehr was captured by Ussr, but the more he thought about it, he did remember hearing a rumor about it when the Germans failed to take over Stalingrad. 

 He then looked back down at his arms, "Y-yeah, you could say that" he muttered, flicking his wings before pressing them closer to his body, "but I really don't want to talk about it."

MA gave his brother a reassuring pat on his shoulder, then turned to the Germans, "Well, how about we change the subject, like how you did you two happen to meet Bundswehr?"