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Chapter 3
Emma yawned and slowly descended the stairs. She smoothed back her brown hair and walked into the dining room where Germany was reading his paper.
"Guten Morgen, bruder." She said yawning.
"Guten Morgen, schwester." Germany didn't even look up from his paper.
She sighed and pretended to pout. "Aww, are you still upset with me?" He didn't say anything.
Emma grabbed the newspaper and pulled it down so she could see Germany's blue eyes glaring at her own gold-specked blue eyes. "Ludwig, I love you and you know that."
He bore his eyes into her eyes as she continued, "I am very touched that you worry about me. I see why you're upset, and I appreciate your concern, bruder. England and the others won't hurt me." She put her arms around him and embraced. "I love you, Luddy. After all, that's what favorite schwesters do."
"Who's ready for the awesome one's cooking?" Prussia sang out from the kitchen.
"I am!" Emma smiled.
Germany folded his newspaper. "Lasst uns essen."
Prussia kicked open the swinging doors. "Breakfast a la awesome is served!"
They said a quick prayer of thanks, and Germany dove in. Emma raised an eyebrow. "Since when can you cook food like eggs benedict and chicken a la king?"
Prussia smirked. "It's chicken a la awesome and I had some help…but not much!"
She grinned and started to eat. "Sehr gut bruder."
"Ja, sehr gut."
"The awesome one can cook better than anyone!"
"And he can do dishes better than anyone I know!" Emma teased.
Prussia rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up!" She laughed and patted his arm.
"But today, you and West get to do the dishes!"
"True, but then I get to kick your butt in Call of Duty!"
"You're on, but don't come crying to me when I annihilate you!"
Germany smirked, but kept eating.
-after breakfast-
"Allright, it's on! Get ready for Annihilation!"
"You're on Fluffball!" Emma laughed.
"Come on West! I'll kill you next!"
"Shut up and play Prussia!" They each grabbed a controller and began to duel.
"Grenade Attack! Take that!"
"Haha! Knifed you!"
After twelve more rematches, Emma raised her fist in victory while Prussia banged his fist on the coffeetable.
"That's why you never throw a grenade at me, inside or outside!"
"S-Shut up!"
Emma laughed. "No. I won."
Germany smirked and Prussia sulked. "Why don't you fight her bruder?"
"Nein, I'd rather n-"
"You're afraid to lose!" She playfully teased.
He reddened. "Come on! Fight me! I'll kick your butt!" She laughed in the middle of her sentence.
"I'm n-not sure.."
"Aww West! Please?"
"Well…" He mulled it over in his mind. Emma looked up at him, begging with her blue eyes. Germany sighed. "Fein."
"Ja!" She hugged him and left to go make him a drink.
Prussia laughed. "Kesesese~ You are going to whip her aren't you?"
The younger one fidgeted. "Um…"
The albino grinned. "Now don't go and ruin your pants West!"
"Shut up!"
"Kesesese~"
'I'm back! Ready to get your butt kicked?"
Germany grabbed a controller as did Emma. Prussia showed Germany how to use all the controls during the first couple of rounds, and then he left to go eat (again).
Emma crept across the open field when fire caught her arm. Germany smirked and continued fighting. As Prussia watched from the kitchen, he smiled at his little brother and sister. It feels like we are a family again. He thought. He had had the same feeling when he and Ludwig were raising Emma. She was the glue that held them together, she was the sun in their sky.-
"Hey! Bruder, you knifed me!"
"Sehr gut."
"You like seeing me die?"
"Out of all the times you've beaten us, surely you could die at least once." Prussia called out from the window.
"Shut up!" She pretended to pout but soon looked at the clock. "Oh! I have to go! I promised Italy I'd eat with him." She scurried away to go brush her hair.
"Let's go with her."
Prussia stared at his brother. "What? Why?"
"Because I don't want that pasta freak near her!" He said through gritted teeth.
"And it's allright that England and Russia go with her?"
Germany locked his jaw. "Nein I'm going there too."
"You can't do that! Let them be alone, Emma needs it!"
"Nein, I can do it."
Prussia tightened his grip on his brother's shoulder. "Let Emma be free I won't let you take away her social life."
"She needs a guardian!"
"She's almost nineteen!"
"So? You didn't let me out of your sight until I was twenty!"
"That's because I attracted ladies, and you needed to learn how to do it."
"Shut up. I'm going with her and that is final."
Prussia sighed. "Fein, but you'll live to regret it."
Germany shrugged and left to go get a drink. Prussia watched his little brother's retreating form. Emma will kill him…he thought.
"Yeah! Germany and his pretty sister are here to eat with us!"
The bubbly redhead's brother just growled at Germany but grinned at Emma. She said, "I'm sorry if this is inconvenient, Italy."
Romano immediately stood and seated Emma in his chair and sat down on her right. Italy happily sat down on her left, leaving Germany with the awkward seat of right in front of her.
"Here is a menu, why don't you pick something bella?"
"Oh." She smiled. "Grazie. Is that how you say it?"
"Si! Wow Germany, your sister can speak Italian!"
"Oh no!" She laughed. "I heard you say that yesterday, but I'm glad you think my accent is authentic."
"Have a menu Germany."
"Danke." He glanced over it.
"I think I want the-"
"Why don't you try the salad and alfredo, Emma?"
"It sounds delicious, I'll try it."
Germany stared, unsure what to get. Ja, he had eaten Italian lots of times, but he had no idea what the dishes were called.
"Italy?" He asked.
"Yes, Germany?"
"What was the dish called that we ate when we were on the beach?"
Italy smiled and pointed to it on the menu. "We had a lot of fun, didn't we? It was fun when Grandpa Rome was singing. Did I tell you about that bella?"
"Your grandfather…was the Roman Empire, correct?"
"Si! He was amazing!"
"Oh." She smiled. "I'd love to hear about him."
Romano sighed as Italy began. "My Grandpa Rome visited us when Germany, Japan, and I were shipwrecked on an island. America, England, Russia, China, and France had found us and China started to swing his big shiny thing at me and I screamed for Germany to save me, but he was asleep on the sand! I screamed and waved my white flag around and then Grandpa Rome stood out of the sea and started to sing!"
Germany moaned as Italy continued. "And he sang so pretty! And then he vanished and America and everyone else ran away. And then we ate some smores again and then everyone else attacked me again! I screamed, 'GERMANY SAVE ME!' but he was asleep again because of China! Then Grandpa Rome floated on top of the sea again and sang again! He has such a pretty voice, and the song was so pretty. And that's when we ate more smores!"
Emma smiled and sipped her water. "That sounds fun! I wish I was there to see it."
"You would have loved it!"
Romano interrupted his brother. "What do you like to do, Emma?"
Germany's fist tightened under the table. "Well…I like to go for walks, play piano, write stories, play with my bruders, play active games, sing, and…umm…"
"I love singing too! We should sing together sometime!"
"I'd love that!" She smiled and tilted her head.
Romano sighed. "Are you really German?"
She turned to him. "What do you mean?"
"W-well…um…you seem…um.."
Italy happily finished for his brother. "You are happy and you smile a lot!"
Germany sighed and uncurled his fist.
"Oh." She said.
"Ve~ you always smile and you laugh like Prussia does! Maybe you're Prussian!"
"No, I'm adopted."
"Adopted?" Romano asked.
"Ja I'm adopted." She told the story again to the Italians who at the end were tearing up.
"That was a beautiful story!" Italy wailed.
"Danke Italy."
"So you are really adopted…" Romano mumbled.
"Yes, I am!"
Germany looked at the clock. "Schwester, it's four. We need to leave."
"Oh ja! Danke Germany." She turned to the Italians. "Grazie for the lunch! It was splendid. Good day!"
"Bye!" They waved.
"Hello Britain and Russia!" She waved.
England said, "Hello."
Russia smiled "^J^."
Emma said, "Germany and Prussia insisted upon coming. I'm sorry if this is inconvenient."
"No, not at all. It's perfectly fine. Have a seat." England stood and seated her in his chair. Russia smiled and sat down on her left, while England sat across from her, leaving Prussia to sit on her right.
"This is a splendid restaurant, Britain. You made an excellent choice."
"Oh thank you. Would you like a menu?"
"Ja, danke." She accepted it and glanced over it.
"Become one with me, da?" Russia held out his pipe.
"I'm not a country, so that would make it rather awkward…but I appreciate the thought." She smiled and continued looking at the menu. Germany smirked. He had to admit, his schwester was intelligent and witty. She had sidestepped Russia's advances and moved on, not gloating or anything.
"I have a question, Ms. Emma."
"Please call me Emma, and yes?"
"Emma…how can you be human?"
"I told you the story last night. I'm adopted."
"Right…but I've never…umm…seen a citizen of Germany."
"I was a Roman citizen, but then I was adopted into Germania's family so now I'm a German citizen."
"But…you're human…" he mumbled.
"Do you like scarfs, Emma?"
"Yes, and that is a lovely scarf you have on, Russia."
He grinned. "It was a gift from my big sister, Ukraine."
"It looks adorable." She said, smiling.
The waiter came by and took their orders. Prussia started off the conversation by, "I am so tired of training." Germany shook his head and gritted his teeth.
"I kind of like Germany's training." Emma said.
"I do too, because it strengthens me so I can crush all of you one day." Eerie silence.
England cleared his throat. "So…um…Emma…did you like being raised by Germany and Prussia?"
"I loved it. Do you have any brothers?"
England winced. "Yes, I have Wales, Scotland, Northern Ireland, and a sister, Ireland."
"Oh? Tell me about them!"
"Well…Wales is sort of bossy, but he forgets who funds his parties…Scotland is an annoying git, but all of my brothers are. He wears a funny skirt that he calls a 'kilt' and he looks like a girl when he wears it. My sister Ireland hates me, and North Ireland is just like her, but he's smaller. They both have red hair and freckles."
"Oh." She smiled. "What about your family Russia?"
"My big sister Ukraine is nice, but she is rather plain looking. My little sister Belarus is very pretty, but she is mean to me. Ukraine gives me gifts like this scarf and Belarus tries to give me her as a gift, but I don't like her. Ukraine is rather big."
Prussia interrupted to say, "Yeah, she's rather built in the chest, and she's poor so it's real."
Russia glared at him and continued with, "But Belarus is smaller and shorter. And she loves to follow me around…"
"I'm sorry to hear that." She patted his arm and grinned. "Don't worry Russia. Sometimes Germany does that too." She laughed and smiled. "But I love mein bruders and they love me too."
They chattered for hours, talking about anything and everything: shopping, malls, shoes, colors, family members, lions, pets, memories, video games, tea, coffee, A,merica, grandparents, fur coats, wurst, scones, beer, and much more.
"Good bye! Thank you for a marvelous evening!" Emma called out and waved.
"You're welcome, hopefully we can do it again soon!"
"I'd love that! Bye!"
On the way home, England said to himself, "She is really something….that Emma…though I wish she wasn't human…"
"I loved talking with Britain…he has some of the funniest stories." Emma yawned. Germany was reading a book, and she softly leaned over and put her head on his shoulder. He looked up and smirked as he watched her softly sleep. He put his arm around her side and pulled her close. "I love you, Emma. You are my favorite schwester." He murmered as he stroked her hair, hoping that she didn't hear a word he had just said.
