Forbidden And Forsaken

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It was with much difficulty that they made it to Germany's house without any of them being recognized. An amazing feat considering that Third was still wearing his nazi armband and Empire and Prussia had on their royal uniforms. UN couldn't be bothered to provide street clothes apparently.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Germany threw his arms up, presenting his semi-messy house to them.

"Straight ahead is the kitchen, to the left is the living room, and to the right is the stairs to the bedrooms and bathroom," he said, pointing in each direction as he spoke.

Germany walked into the kitchen, not caring if they followed him or not. He needed a drink.

"Ah!" Germany nearly dropped his beer when he turned around to find Third only a foot away, silently staring at him.

"You gonna share that?" He smirked, slightly learing at Germany.

Germany tilted his head back slightly to look his father in the eyes. It was only now that he realized that Third was much taller and bigger than he had previously thought.

"No," he said shortly, walking away into the living room. "You can get your own from the fridge."

Germany flopped down on a chair, cracking open his beer. He found it funny how awkwardly Prussia and Empire were sitting on the couch while Weimar had made himself at home laying on the rug.

Soon Third found his way into the living room as well, sporting his own beer. He lightly kicked Weimar before sitting down next to his father.

"So you guys know literally nothing about what happened after you died?" Germany asked. They shook their heads.

"I honestly did not even recognize my own sons at first, I will admit," Empire said sheepishly.

"Really?" Germany raised an eyebrow. "How old were they when you died?"

"I was nine and Third was six," Weimar explained, sitting up.

"So young," Prussia muttered. "And didn't Third mention you being just a babe when he passed?"

Germany nodded, "I was two months old when he shot himself yes."

"Can we not refer to it that way?" Third scowled.

"Why not? Its the truth," Germany fired back. "Oh wait, of course you'd be opposed to honesty."

Prussia watched the two argue with amusement. Empire seemed concerned while Weimar simply laid back down on the rug, not a care in the world.

"Third would you care to elaborate on the, ah, circumstances of you death?" Empire asked.

"Don't beat around the bush," Prussia laughed, "why'd you blow off your own head?"

Third growled lowly at both of them. "It is none of your concern!"

"I think he might have gained a guilty conscience," Weimar giggled.

"I could easily stomp and crush your windpipe right now," Third hissed.

Weimar shrugged, "Wouldn't be the first time."

"That's enough," Germany huffed. "I'm not doing this today, lets go get your rooms sorted out."

Surprisingly they listened and stopped their bickering, simply glaring at each other instead.

Germany first lead Third and Prussia upstairs. He guided them into his room, quickly tucking away his own things.

"Sit over on the bed," he ordered. Third rolled his eyes but complied, flopping on the bed. Prussia sat down far more elegantly, crossing his legs.