Hey peepsicles! 'Kay, so first off, I wanted to say that this story will be...moderately long. I don't really know, I got bricked by a flying plotbunny whilst doing homework on this...fine...rainy...overcast...day. ;A; So depressive. Oh well! Anyway, another thing I wanted to mention is that this is just a little 'prologue', if you will. It's just kind of how the little story got started. You can probably guess who they're arguing about from the context, of course. Just sayin'! But yeah, there will definitely be more, better stuff after this. Also, one more thing that I wanted to adress is the fact that, while you as readers may say, "Omg! Vietnam's soo out of character!", I, as the author, see Vietnam as being a lot like Hungary; tomboyish, strong, energetic, sometimes scares the crap out of the male nations, always a fighter, fiercely protects those close to her, etc. That is my view of Vietnam's character. AKA, she's like me, not at all like the quiet, shy, feminine Asian nation that many may view her to be. So, don't be flamin'. That's all! Thanks for listening to my rant! Enjoy! :D
- Rain (='.'=)
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"...And that's why I decided to come to you. I want him to become his own country again." Vietnam finished calmly.
"What makes you think that is at all possible?" Germany scoffed. "It would be a tremendous task, to separate our territories again, and even then, he hasn't managed economy, military, politics or anything a nation needs to be responsible for since 1918! That is too long to remain idle and then suddenly take up all those duties of a full-fledged nation after all this time!"
"And what makes you think he isn't up to the challenge!" Vietnam retorted. "He's one of the strongest countries-no, people I've ever known!"
"Perhaps, but ask yourself, is he physically strong or just headstrong?"
The Asian nation slammed her palm against the hard wood of the table. "Dammit, I'm trying to be serious! Stop condescending him for once and just think!"
"I have thought, and I do think, and I think all the time, which is something he never seems to be able to do."
"There you go again! Why must you always speak so lowly of him? He's your own brother for chrissake, show him a little respect!"
"I'll show him some respect when he really cares."
"But don't you see? He does care! Can't you see how hard it is on him to have to live with and be dependent on his little brother all the time?" Vietnam crossed her arms, a cold look in her eyes. "I didn't think you were so dense, Germany. I'm dissapointed."
German sighed. "Look, all I'm getting at is that it is my personal opinion that he lacks the necessary qualities to be an independent nation again. Years of not managing politics and economy have let him grow lax and ill-suited to the responsibility of handling such. And, as my consent is needed for a separation to happen, it is solely my decision as to whether or not mein bruder will-"
"No, it's not just your decision!" She cut him off. "Have you ever asked him? Have you ever let him manage his former territory? I'm sure he'd be perfectly 'in practice' if you didn't do everything for him!"
"I never asked to have all of his country's responsibilities dumped onto me!" the Germanic nation defended.
"You never protested though, did you? You can't even trust him with his own duties!" Vietnam accused.
"Of course I trust my own brother! He's just...not the most responsible person," he finished slowly.
"But that doesn't mean he's completely 'unfit' to be a nation! And it's not your place to say so or not!"
"As he's living in my house, under my watch, I believe-"
Cutting him off again, the brown-eyed nation yelled at her German companion, "He may be living with you, but he's still his own person! Your territories may be one, but you two aren't! Stop being a mother, Germany! He's your older brother, he can handle things on his own! He raised you, he fucking raised you! Can't you even give him that?"
"I know he raised me, but-"
"Then give him a chance!" Vietnam's voice suddenly grew deadly calm, her eyes holding a cold aura. She leaned over the table toward the Germanic nation and hissed, "He has every quality you could possibly ask of a nation. He's one of the strongest people I know. And he may not show it, but I know this much: he can damn well be an even better nation than he was before." Glaring at the man she faced, she asked, "What qualities does he really need, anyway?"
Germany cleared his throat and reached into one of the table's many drawers, withdrawing a sheet of paper. Taking out a pen, he silently jotted down a bulleted list and, upon it's completion, handed it to the resolute Vietnamese across from him. Said nation scanned the paper just as silently, glaring back up at him after reading through the neat printing. "Wow. An actual list. How cute and utterly official of you." Her voice held obvious tones of sarcasm. She continued, "He can meet every one of these 'conditions'." Leaning closer to him, she added, "I can prove it."
Germany snorted, shooting back a glare of his own. He was otherwise silent. Closing his eyes, he opened them again upon hearing a sigh released from the other country. "I-I'm sorry, Germany. I just..."
The German let out a small sigh of his own, blinking slowly. "It's alright, Vietnam. I know you care about mein bruder, and..." He trailed off. The Asian country was nowhere to be seen. He just sighed again, closing his eyes once more.
Walking back to her own home, a certain flowery Asian nation sighed, but set her gaze determinedly forward. "I can prove it...I will prove it..."