CHAPTER 8.5
A/N - Velcome readers, Germany here. Zhese updates are getting farther and farther apart, aren't zhey? Anyvay, your long-avaited chapter 8.5 is here. So read it und stop complaining. Now, on vith zhe show!
Germany: Anyvay, Prussia, it's true, zhen?
Prussia: *sigh* Zhere's no use hiding, is zhere? Fine, I admit it. I like her, und still do. Of course, she doesn't share my feelings. *closes eyes. Germany and Eris glance at each other*
Germany: *chuckles and takes a swig of beer* Zhat's vere you're wrong.
Prussia: *eyes pop open and he looks at Germany* W-what did you say?
Eris: He's right. Hungary likes you back. *still staring at the beer*
Prussia: Ja, right. She rejected me.
Germany: She panicked.
Prussia: Or she doesn't like me!
Eris: Oh, no, she does. It's quite simply really. *puts one arm on the counter and turns to the German brothers. They look back at her curiously.* When you asked her to be your girlfriend, her subconscious mind went back through memories of when she was with Austria. At that point in time, she had mentally prepared herself to decline any other offer. After Hungary and Austria separated, though, you waltzed in, and you two fell for each other. However, she never really got rid of her subconscious offer decline. When you asked her, she panicked, and couldn't think of anything to say. Her subconscious mind went into overdrive, hence the refusal. That's all. *Germany and Prussia stare at her*
Germany: H-how did you . . . . . . . ?
Eris: Background checks and simple analysis. Not to mention that my . . . *averts eyes* . . . father was a prosecutor. I gained much of my quick-thinking and legal knowledge from him. Of course, he no longer works for the law.
Prussia: Zhen what does he do?
Eris: *looks straight up and stares into Prussia's eyes* He's dead.
*Germany and Prussia stare back at Eris, dumbfounded*. Germany remembers something*
Germany: Vait a minute, I remember somezhing. A prosecutor, oh vhat vas his name? Ah, I can't remember. But I do know zhis, he vas murdered in his own house. Not only zhat, but zhe accused vas his very own . . . . . . daughter . . . . . *looks at Eris* Vait a minute . . . . . .
Eris: *closes eyes and lowers head for a second, then opens eyes and slowly turns head to face Germany with a calm expression* That pathetic little girl is long gone. I stand in her place. But I tell you this . . . *eyes become fierce, and mouth curves into a threatening scowl. She slams her fist on the counter*
Eris: Ich habe nie meinen Vater getötet! (I never killed my father!)
*Germany and Prussia jumped in surprise at her sudden harshness. Some of the other countries in the bar looked over in surprise, though they could not understand German. Germany and Prussia, however, could understand perfectly. Eris's eyes were welling up with tears, and she was breathing heavily. She closed her eyes and turned toward the counter, realizing just how hard she was clenching her fist. She released her grip, and took a deep breath*
Eris: But anyway, that's not why we're here. Prussia, do you at least believe us?
Prussia: *still shocked, but gains his bearings* I do now. You guys don't like to mess around, do you?
Eris: There's no room to mess around in my line of work . . . . .
Germany: *looks at Eris with sorrowful eyes, then turns back to Prussia* Vould you try again?
Prussia: Never. I vas barely able to save mein own skin zhis time, what makes you zhink I'd try again?
Eris: Well, how much do you like her?
Prussia: *sighs and lowers head* Far too much.
Germany: Zhen zhere's still a chance.
Prussia: Like Hell! Listen, even if she likes me, I won't be able to tell how much. I won't risk it. *Gets up and walks out*
Eris: *sigh* Well, that failed.
Germany: At least he believes us.
Eris: *sets elbows on counter and rests forehead in hands* And he has someone who loves him.
Germany: *moves over a seat to sit next to her. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and hugs her close. Eris stiffens at the sudden movement, but then relaxes slightly* Oh, I'm sure zhere's someone.
Eris: *smirks* You know, not many people can do that without getting killed.
Germany: Oh, I'm sure, vith zhe vay you handled Denmark.
Eris: *chuckles, then sighs* We'd better go before someone mistakes us for a couple.
Germany: *releases Eris, then gestures toward the untouched drink* Are you going to drink zhat?
Eris: *shakes head* No, you can have it.
Germany: *takes beer and downs it in a few gulps. Eris raises her eyebrows*
Eris: Impressive.
Germany: *chuckles* I've had practice. Now let's go. *get's up*
Eris: Right. *gets up as well, and walks out.*
Germany: *follows, his cheeks bright red, thinking - Vhat zhe hell did I just do?*
A/N - Zhat is a good question. I'll have to yell at Karma for writing zhis later, zhough I did get to drink two beers. See you next time.
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