To 28505 who guessed the reference was V for Vendetta. Yep, it was. Remember, remember the fifth of November...

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The car ride back to Germany's place was exciting to say the least. Prussia had slipped on some dark sunglasses and turned the radio up. The rhythm of the music taunted Alfred to move and dance and scream and shout and let it all out. Instead he just thumped his tail against the seat and let his tongue roll out of his mouth.

Prussia kept up his relentless tormenting of his younger brother that Alfred had given up hope of ever understanding. Seriously, what was so funny about the breed of wolf Alfred was? Apparently Germany had had enough of that incessant stream of words from Prussia's mouth so he started singing right along to the music.

Now, Alfred was no "American Idol" or "Voice" judge, but Germany could do with some practice. Preferably away from human ears as to avoid death. All those years in the military yelling at soldiers and yelling at North Italy really- pardon the French- fucked up his voice box.

Alfred whined and used his paws to cover his ears. Make it stop, make it stop! he mentally pleaded. Prussia gave a distressed grunt and plugged his ears with his middle fingers. "I take it back! I'm sorry! Just stop singing!"

Germany gave Prussia a coy smile and said, "Good, because you are a hypocrite." Prussia squawked in indignation and spluttered. Then he crossed his arms and pouted at Germany. "I told you, it was a stupid, silly crush. Nothing even happened for God's sake!"

Germany grew quiet and Alfred lifted his head. He suspected that the words the two brothers were saying would be an interesting tidbit or vicious blackmail or humorous comic relief. The next sentence proved to be fascinating, "If it was only a crush, and if you are over it now, then why are you so defensive? What happened? You never said."

Alfred pondered the words for a second. Who did Prussia have a crush on? The mental list was both long and short when different factors were taken into account.

Prussia fidgeted in his seat, wringing his hands. "I-I ugh," Prussia whispered uncertainly, "well I just messed up. Severely. It's embarrassing you know? But I really am over it, I just don't like reminders. Besides, I love being single."

Alfred called a bull shit on the being over it part. But he did know that Gilbert, when not occupied with being Prussia or whatever he was now, liked to party and sleep with whoever he felt the urge to. He was not the kind of person to be in or stay in a serous relationship. Which begged the question, who did he fancy enough to consider a relationship with? Or did he just really like them but the "messing up" part was not considering an actual relationship?

The remainder of the ride back to the house was spent in silence, Germany having turned the radio off. After Germany exited the car to open the door for Alfredto jump out, Prussia mumbled something about Ludwig not having any competition from him.

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The two Germanic brothers sat at the kitchen table eating dinner with Alfred taking a nap at their feet. Germany studied the sleeping wolf carefully before asking his brother what name he thought would suit her.

"Gilwolf."

Germany gave his older brother an annoyed look and said flatly, "No." Prussia stuck his tongue out at the blond and said, "Angelika." The blond simply raised an eyebrow and asked, "What makes her an angel?" The albino grudgingly gave him that, she was not. Not at all if them attempting to give her a bath was any indication.

Both brothers shuddered remembering the horrible effects of their attempt to bathe the wolf. It was virtually impossible and only managed when they ran out of the bathroom and locked the door behind them. When they returned an hour later- the amount of time it took to scrap their dignity back together- the wolf was completely washed, the tub drained, and a fluffy towel was wrapped around the wolf. Apparently this wolf cleans itself and fights like a demon when other creatures attempt to do so for her.

"Wilhelmine would suit her better." Germany stated. Prussia shrugged and said, "Going by what suits her, her name would be Maska."

Suddenly the wolf in question jumped up and stood at attention. Her eyes landed on Prussia and she gave a low, slow growl. She seemed to recognize the name but not approve. Germany stated just such a thought.

"The name is of Native American origin and means 'Strong' so I thought..." he trailed off as the wolf shook herself and flopped back on the ground.

"Perhaps Adalhard?" Prussia glanced at his brother and snorted. "That is a male name. And too long."

"So? And as for being too long, it could be shortened to Adlar." Germany crossed his arms.

Prussia smirked. "If it is going to be a male name then at least make it awesome like Kaos or Lamar."

"Kikka, Meika, and Nadine are fitting names." Germany insisted. He seemed to be jumping back an forth between male and female.

"No more than Hide, Romilda, or Verene." Prussia pointed out.

Germany grew agitated so he spit out the first random name that came to him. "Sterling."

Prussia opened his mouth to counter it but paused. He tilted his head at the wolf on the floor and breathed out, "'t's not that bad.

Germany raised his eyebrows, surprised that his brother agreed so quickly. "Sterling it is then."

Out of the blue, German's dogs charged in through the doggie door and danced around the newly dubbed Sterling. Sterling lifted her head and huffed at the dogs before surging forward and chasing them out the doggie door- how she fit through the door was up to anyone's imagination.

The was a ten second pause when Germany and Prussia looked at each other before bursting out of their chairs and dashing out the door. When they leapt out into the yard they were greeted by a rather ambitious game of "I kill you, you kill me." Which in humans terms is rather aggressive tag.

The two brothers eyed each other before bursting out laughing. That is, until Aster wove between their legs and the proceeding line of Blackie, Berlitz, and Sterling knocked them down. Thus insinuating a long game of inter-species tag-slash-tackling match.

The game finally ended when Sterling jumped on Germany's back and triggered a pile up that Prussia could only laugh at. The dogs eventually hopped off and laid down in their dog house but Sterling pressed her nose into the back of Germany's neck and pulled his Iron Cross over and off his head before dashing back into the house.

Germany slapped his hand to his neck with wide eyes as Prussia just stood there gaping. The two brothers always wore their Iron Crosses under their shirts as both habit and a memoir. How the hell did that wolf know there was a necklace on Germany and how did she know how to take it?

The brothers snapped out of their stunned silence- what was this? the second or third time today?- and sprinted inside the house after the wolf. The continued to search the entire house, even the basement and Prussia's room, with no luck. They knew there was no other way in or out of the house for the wolf so they decided she probably slipped out through the doggie door when they weren't looking.

Prussia bid his brother good night and left to get some sleep. Germany sighed and made his way to his own room, hopping that he would find his cross tomorrow and vowing to make that wolf pay. He opened the door to his room and flicked the light on before freezing.

There, curled into a tight ball in the middle of his mattress, was Sterling. He glanced around his room and noticed his cross hanging from a bed post. He crossed the room in three long strides and snatched his Iron Cross off the post. After checking it over to make sure there was no damage done, there was none and only minimal amount of saliva, he gingerly placed it on his dresser.

He proceeded to whirl around and glare at the sleeping wolf. Sterling was sleeping soundly with her tail resting on her nose, it's black tip making the black ridges on her ears more noticeable. Germany visibly deflated. There was no way he could stay mad at this adorable wolf.

But then again, he did need to sleep. With a vicious grin he pushed Sterling off the bed and climbed under the covers. He ignored that he was still fully clothed because he was not letting this wolf take his bed.

Sterling yelped as she hit the floor but bounced up immediately to give a frazzled look to Germany. She seemed to be questioning why he did that. After a moment or two she shook herself off and hopped back up on the bed, this time curling up at the bottom. Before she laid her head down she shot a warning glare at Germany. He gave her an amused quirk of his lips. he wasn't entirely happy to be sharing any space of his bed with a wolf, but f he could tolerate Italy sleeping with him he could surly handle a canine.

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Okay so i was too lazy to put a reference in this chapter. Sue me. Anyway I hope you enjoyed, again sorry for the wait. Thank you to all who voted, the pol is now over as Al got himself a name. I tried doing most of this chapter in a different POV just for the heck of it and because Al was sleeping. Tell me what you thought of it.

Thanks for reading, leave a comment, favorite, follow, you know the works. Also, who else hates summer assignments for school? I despise them. So to put it off I make write the bath scene or just give y'all the background on my headconnon why America is female. Might, if I have time.