CHAPTER 8

A/N - Well, hello again. It's me, Eris. Karma and I have kind of been out of the state for a while, but I have returned. Karma will still be gone for a while, though. Anyway, This is chapter eight. Obviously. Now, read it. That was kind of the point of posting it. What is it she says? Oh yeah. ON WITH THE SHOW!

*Eris and Germany step outside into the morning sunlight. Eris takes a deep breath.*

Eris: You ready for this?

Germany: Getting information out of Prussia isn't easy, but ve have to try.

Eris: Right. Let's get down to business. Karma said he was at a bar down the street. Do you know where that is?

Germany: Ja. It's his usual spot to get a drink. Come on. *starts walking*

Eris: *follows without a word*

Germany: So . . . *awkward with talking to women*

Eris: *awkward with talking to anyone* How is he?

Germany: Who?

Eris: Prussia.

Germany: Vhat do you mean?

Eris: The dissolution. Is he coping with it well?

Germany: *averts eyes and lowers head* He prefers not to talk about it. He alvays seems to be fine, but sometimes I can hear him crying at night. He'd never admit it to anyone, zhough. However, I zhink zhat he is vorried about fading avay since his country is gone, even zhough it's been years. *closes eyes* I hope zhat never happens.

Eris: Do you think that's why he asked Hungary out so quickly?

Germany: *looks at Eris* You could be right. He might have been trying to tell her how he felt about her before he . . . . . *looks down* . . . . fades.

Eris: *puts a hand on his shoulder. He looks at her. They both stop walking.* Germany, that's not going to happen. You know him best. Would he really be cut down so easily?

Germany: Good point.

Eris: Everyone, country or not, can only be defeated if they truly believe it. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true. Prussia's will is very strong; he would never truly believe that there is no hope for him. That is why he has survived, and will survive. *removes hand* However, should his will fail, you need to be there. You're all he has left, after Hungary rejected him.

Germany: *gazes at her* How do you know so much?

Eris: *crosses arms and averts eyes* That's how I became an assassin. After what happened, I thought it was the end. For almost seven years, I survived on willpower and courage. *smiles* Then I met Katana, and the Rebellion was born.

Germany: *curious* Vhat happened to make you zhink it vas zhe end?

Eris: *smile disappears and looks up at Germany with stern eyes* You should know. *clears throat* Anyway, we have a job to do. No use wasting time like this. *continues walking*

Germany: *hesitates but follows until they reach the bar* Ve are here.

Eris: *nods and gestures to the door* After you.

Germany: *slightly blushes and walks in, followed by Eris. A familiar albino country sits at the counter a few feet in front of them. Germany walks up to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. Prussia looks at him surprised, but then relaxes when he sees his brother*

Prussia: Oh, hey Vest. *looks back at the counter* Vhat do you vant?

Germany: Ve need to talk. *sits down next to him. Eris sits on the other side of him. Germany calls over the bartender* Let me get you a drink, Prussia. *Prussia grumbles while Germany orders one for his brother and another for himself. He turns to Eris* Do you vant one?

Eris: *shakes head* I don't drink. Never have.

*Prussia and Germany stare at her*

Eris: What?

Prussia: You've never tasted beer?

Eris: Correct.

Prussia: *looks at Germany with a shocked face. Germany shrugs his shoulders*

Germany: It's fine, sh-

Prussia: Oh, nein, she's having one, courtesy of Vest. *nods to bartender. He leaves to prepare the drinks. Germany rolls his eyes*

Eris: I don't think that's necessary.

Prussia: Hmph, you'll see. But vhat do you two vant? You're obviously not here to drink.

Germany: Ve just vanted to talk about Hungary. *At this, Prussia's face becomes a mix of emotions*

Prussia: *mumbles* What about her?

Eris: Do you still like her?

Prussia: *looks at her* How did you-

Eris: Denmark.

Prussia: *scowls* Zhat pig-loving son of a- *bartender comes in and sets the drinks down. Germany pays for them and takes a sip of his beer. Prussia takes a long gulp and looks expectantly at Eris. She just stares at the drink contemplating if she should taste it or not.*

A/N - I wouldn't taste beer if a gun was to my head. Yeah, this chapter was kind of cheesy. Calm down, more is coming. I'm surprised some of you still read this crap. See you next time.

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