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Germany went weak with relief hearing his brother's voice. He didn't quite sound normal but he didn't sound hurt. Germany sighed, "Where are you East?" he asked his tone stating that he'd come get his brother immediately.

"Kaliningrad."

"I need to know where you're staying East, it will take me hours to search an entire city for you," Germany replied hating how his brother's voice seemed to be getting smaller. He shouldn't be out so much, Germany really didn't remember the last time East had been out for long periods of time. "Is…Is Russia there with you?" he asked wondering if that was why his brother was being so vague.

"No, he's out front. He said you should take the train here though. I can show you around the-"

"Show me around? Brother what are you talking about?" Germany interrupted not understanding. Why were they going to be spending time in Russia?

"I-I'll explain when you get here West"

"It's because of Russia isn't it? You don't have to keep using yourself as a shield-" This time it was Germany who was cut off.

"Just pack and get here West. I… I need you right now."

Germany looked at his phone in shock. Something was defiantly up with East. He nodded before remembering he had to verbally respond. "I'll be there by tomorrow"

"Thanks, I'll pick you up at the train station. And West… bring a change of clothes for me. I really don't want to go shopping with the freak outside"

Germany smiled, "Sure thing brother"

~oOo~

Germany stepped off the train immediately spotting his brother… and his brother's kidnapper. He scowled slightly at Russia's wave but it was forgotten as he was jumped on by his brother. He stumbled caught by surprise but managed to remain standing. He dropped the bags he was carrying awkwardly hugging the other. It was rare for East to display such public affection.

"Brother…" He began but East was already gone and picking up the bags.

"Come on, I should have told you to bring beer but hell I didn't realize this place sucked when it came to beer until after we hung up," he said tossing one of the bags to Russia. The giant just smiled catching the bag hanging back a bit with Germany as the silver hair male took the lead ranting about the state of the alcohol available. The worried tone from the phone call was gone and the brother Germany remembered seemed to be back full swing.

"See my little one is fully recovered now, he wishes to tell you himself but I do not want you to be angry with him, da," Russia said. Germany watched as his brother got farther away. He was, East was, finally, back to himself. Germany though couldn't help but think it was an act, none the less he was glad. Even if it had involved Russia, if anything his brother would only get better once they were away from the childish giant.

"I couldn't be mad at him Russia. He's my brother"

"Then I will let him tell you. If you make him upset…" Russia smiled and Germany understood the childish threat. He was more curious than ever though. East had mentioned something similar over the phone. It probably had to do with the home Russia had mentioned. Germany looked around, no. East was East Germany not… not this place.

~oOo~

Prussia was glad Russia listened when he asked for time alone with his brother. Alright it was more demanded; despite the awkwardly fun time they had together he still didn't like the man. Besides, something like this was better talked about without the man who took him away the first time looming over them. He stood there shifting from foot to foot unsure where to start. "Well… what do you think West?" he finally asked.

"Think? East I am still confused what is going on here. Explanation should begin at you jumping out your window a few days ago," Germany replied.

Prussia rubbed the back of his head, "Can we start later than that?" he asked realizing starting off with being kidnapped wasn't going to be the best way to get Germany to accept who he was now.

"East"

"It's not East Germany…. So… could you not call me that?" Prussia asked sitting. How to get this out without making his brother freak out? Or worse go after Russia?

"You want me to call you Prussia again?"

Prussia gave a weak smile, "Well I'll take that over who I am now."

"Who you are? I'm still not following you, are you bitter about being East Germany? The al-"

"No! That's not it. I wish I was West! I really do! But…" Prussia trailed off unable to say it.

"But? East you have to talk to me."

"I'm not East Germany! I'm Kaliningrad!" Prussia yelled jumping back up. His red eyes lost their fury at Germany's face, "West…I- I..."

"He convinced you of this didn't he?" Germany's tone was soft and dangerous.

Prussia shook his head, "No… I'm home brother. I knew it the minute I set foot here… I was going to talk to South Italy how he felt… then Russia was there…and…"

"He kidnapped you."

"Weeest, I'm too awesome to be kidnapped."

"What would you call it then brother?"

"Um… awesome napping? Look that's not the point. The point is once I got here, I found what I thought I'd never feel again. Well… not exactly, but I feel more myself than before. I'm not saying I want to be this; I as sure as Fitz is in heaven don't like Russia but… but I'm mostly me again. It…it counts right West?" Prussia voice got smaller at the end. What if Germany hated him now? What if he didn't accept it? Gah! What if West ran off to fight Russia over this land? Well being fought over sounded mildly appealing, but he still wouldn't let his little brother do it.

"Sure brother, it counts," Germany replied a note of exhaustion in his voice; he grabbed Prussia pulling him into a hug. Prussia practically squawked as he was dragged over but hugged him back, "You won't be spending all your time with him though…or here."

"Sheesh West you make it sound like an order. No, I won't. I plan to bum at your place."

Germany chuckled knowing he'd hate the fact later on. Oh well, he'd keep a room for Prussia, anything to have his brother nearby. "If I can't call you East why do you still get to call me West?"

"Because I'm awesome."

~oOo~

Germany sat across the table from Russia. He had told East…Prussia, he'd have to get use to thinking of his brother that way again, that he was okay with who he was… and the occupying country. The truth was he wasn't happy in the least bit; he wanted Russia as far as possible from his brother. He saw what Prussia had looked like when the wall came down, that had been Russia's doing. Germany saw how he still looked at Prussia, the stupid name he used for Prussia.

"You and little Kaliningrad have a nice talk?" Russia asked folding his hands politely on the table smiling at Germany.

"Prussia and I worked everything out," Germany replied his voice calm, neutral. The positions both of the nations sat made the kitchen table seem more like a boardroom.

"I am so glad you did not get angry with my little one. Now let us talk about business,"

"No, we will finish this discussion Russia. Even though my brother is part of your nation I do not want you near him. I know that's impossible so if I notice one thing wrong with him I will take him back."

Russia smiled, "Of course Germany. I would not do anything to hurt my little one." The smile took a slightly more sinister look, "I told you so many years ago I only hurt him to stop him from hurting himself far worse. You should thank me for keeping him alive. If it had been up to you, you would have killed him long ago. I will be keeping my little one so that you may not have another attempt in killing him."

Germany clenched his hands. He wanted to stand, to yell at Russia that he wouldn't hurt a hair on his brother's head. But it was true he had tried to kill Prussia, he hadn't meant to, he didn't know that those actions would be killing his brother. No one had told him before. "I will protect my brother at all costs."

"And I will protect my little one. Now Germany, about those pipe lines"

~oOo~

Prussia cracked open another beer mentally going over the conversation he just happened to over here. Alright, so he purposely eavesdropped on Russia and West, but he had wanted to see how much they were both lying to him. After all both had said they were fine with the living arrangements, with the other being part of his life. He took a swig, wishing himself that Russia didn't have to be part.

Though it had been warming, as well as disturbing, to hear that Russia would protect him. Heh, he supposed he was just that awesome. Awesome enough that the two nations sitting in his kitchen were working out trade to make him stronger, planning out holidays so both could see him, learning to like each other. Shit.

Prussia stood up hurrying back to the kitchen. Russia was probably brainwashing West as he drank his beer. "Wes-" he stopped hand on the frame hanging slightly into the room. He was too late, West and Russia… were… exchanging recipes? "Bruder?"

Germany looked up, "Yes Ea- Prussia?"

"Uh… ," Prussia blinked and gestured with the beer in his hand for an explanation. Because the only one he could think of was that Russia had gotten though his brother faster than expected.

"Germany is showing me your favorite meals," Russia supplied happily; "He agrees with me that you should not be allowed in a kitchen."

Prussia grumbled turning to leave the two housewives in training alone. Well, it couldn't be so bad as long as West convinced Russia not to make him do any chores, as long as the opposite didn't happen. He stopped, "That would mean…more chores with West…" Prussia glanced back. Nah, wasn't worth it.

But it answered his question. West really was okay with him being Kaliningrad. Prussia smiled, that much was good.

~oOo~

"Little one!" Russia giggled throwing open Prussia's bedroom door, "Time to shine and rise!" Still smiling he threw open the blinds ready to take his little one out again today. Sightseeing had been fun the past few days but it was time to let Kaliningrad know his duties.

A groan and a shifting of blankets was the received response.

Russia went to toss his adorable sleeping one out of bed. It had always worked in the past but he paused. How did Germany say he got Prussia up? Something dealing with America's food… and syrup. He couldn't quite remember though and Germany had left yesterday with the promise of coming to get his brother in three days. This really wasn't very long so they had lots of work to do.

~oOo~

A ruby eye stared at Russia as mentioned man (nation) tried to figure out the best way to wake the supposedly sleeping Prussian. He shifted in the blankets again pulling them tighter around his body. Gott, why did West have to go? Wasn't like he was scared of the idiot by his bedside, it was just so much more awesome to wake to pancakes.

And Russia sucked at making them.

"What are you doing?" Prussia finally grumbled out realizing he couldn't possibly sleep now. At least not safely.

"Trying to figure out best way to wake you up," Russia replied, "That way you're not angry and trying to hit me all morning." The ashen blond sat on the edge of the bed.

"Pancakes," Prussia replied rolling so he could see Russia. He didn't trust the man where he couldn't see him. "You suck at making them though so just get me some good maple syrup."

"Da, that's it." Russia said pulling Prussia up into a hug. "I will go make them while you get dressed. We have work today."

"Huh?"

"Little one might not be a nation but I wouldn't be so mean as to not give you anything to do."

"You could just give me video games"

"Nyet, this is much better. So get dressed quickly little one"

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