RUSSIA'S P.O.V.

*10 o' clock*

"Time to put an end to your lies Prussia," Russia thought While riding to Germany and Prussia's residence in Berlin.

*10:30 sharp*

Ivan knocked on their door and was greeted by Germany at the door, "Hallo Russia. Please come in." "Thank you," I said to be polite and stepped inside. Upon entering I sat on the couch adjacent to Germany and Prussia's chairs. "Well, Russia? Spit it out," Prussia said rather sarcasticly. Years earlier I would have had her tongue for a comment like that, but out of respect for the mother of my child I restrained myself. "Well how appropiate for you of all people to speak of spitting things out, Maria," I retorted. "What are you talking about, Russia," she spat at me like acid. "Have you told Germany yet," I inquired. "I repeat, What are you talking about," she inunciated each syllabol. Her words were questioning, but by the way her eyes darted to Germany I presummed she knew exactly what I was talking about. "You know what i'm talking about. But if you insist on playing stupid, i'm talking about Micheala. OUR daughter," I stated bluntly. Germany looked outraged, and depressed, "Is this true, Maria?" Prussia looked at him with a world or sadness and regret "Yes, Germany," she said quietly. Then looked at me and said, "How'd you find out?" I felt a tinge of regret as I looked at Germany "When you brung her to the meeting, I could look into her eyes and tell. I've been thinking of this for years now. Debating on whether I should tell you all. I've decided that my kin deserves to know the truth and know all of her heritage. Her true heritage. Don't you agree," I said. "Oh," she said quietly. We all sat in silence for a long time. Germany was the first to speak, "We should tell her when she gets home," he said seemingly lost in thoughts. "I'm gonna go think of a way to explain this all in a way that she won't hate us all when this is all over," He said and walked to his office. "I'm gonna go." I said feeling uncomfortable under Maria's death glare. "Be back by 1:30. That's a half hour before she gets home and come up with something to say to your daughter," She said with anger in her voice.

*1 o'clock*

I have come back from wandering throught the german streets of east, and west berlin. I almost laugh as I observe the large difference between the halves. West, is modern and prosperous, while East is almost primal."Damn, I hope when Micheala gets bonded to this land she won't be conflicted like Afganistan." I thought and walked into the door to wait for her to come home.