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"Please Österreich, one cooks with her hands, not her feet! What does the dirt on my boot matter in a kitchen." Was having floors clean enough to eat on them not an expression? Still, it really did sound like her aunt was telling her what to do and not to do but... no, it couldn't be it, she must know better since the last time she tried to tell her father what to or not to do.

Trashy romance novels? Well, Germany figured France had to export something somewhere but never did figure what kind of goods people could want from her, guess this was one. Still, Germany wasn't one to find too much interest in those, too much focus on the weakling getting swept off her feet by the strong and dashing savior. Der Ring des Nibelungen, now that was a good love story between figures as mythical as herself, the gods of old!

And then of course, that damn sensation that somehow these two were insinuating things about Germany's own abilities came back, though not as annoying as last time. After all, it simply seemed like these two didn't know what they were talking about. "Funny how you compliment me Flandern but somehow manage to make it sound like you're not. I mean, obviously I wouldn't know how to cook! As they say, necessity is the mother of all inventions and since I've never starved because I'm just, lets face it, simply too good at planning for hard times for this to happen, why would I have to come up with creative new ways to feed myself? Really, any of you think France first ate slugs or a pork's tongue because it looked tasteful? PAH! She just turned being miserable into an art form. Though I have to admit, I guess there is something impressive in being so graceful at failing pathetically." Diversity, who needed this? Nutrition, that was what was essential, and with potatoes on her side, Germany would never starve and with wurst on top of it, her moral would never falter.

Though, maybe Österreich had more insight in this than Flandern. The 'Turnip incident' where Prussia tried to make her daughter eat this miserable vegetable had really put off the young country in trying 'exotic new things'. Once again, it came to daddy issues.

"And auntie..." Germany showed a complacent smile. "You don't need to learn to cook to woo someone if you place yourself in a position where people need to woo you instead. I guess its why I assumed you'd give me a slice, Flandern." Oh yes, this went perfectly well on the subject of the war. Still, Germany felt generous. Invading Belgium wasn't needed really, she just had to let the German armies go through her country! Actually, Germany could even allow Belgium to join the Central Powers, it would be hilarious to see France's face when Germany allowed some of her land to that pathetic buffer state!

But then Österreich began to talk about relationship nonsense. Ugh! Could she see it was NOT the time to do this?! And Hungary really, how many time did Germany tell Austria he was a good for nothing barbarian who didn't deserve her? If Österreich wanted to beg her for help in such a way then she'd have to try hard. Crossing her legs, Germany raised her chin with arrogance as she closed her eyes and listened to her aunt.

Each of her words made her despise Hungary even more. How dare this Hunnic worm cause so much distress to a proud descendant of Germanicus? Did he not realize the incredible luck he had to have married the second most desirable lady of the world? (After Germany herself, of course.) But Austria had some blame too, she was really pushing that 'Hard to get' act she started on Prussia on the onset of the formation of Germany and getting a husband was totally going too far! I mean, sure, get yourself to be desired woman but by Gott, there were some damn limits! Ultimately however... Germany could not resist the plea of her aunt and decided to do all in her power to show how dedicated and how much self control she had by giving Hungary a chance to right his wrongs. Germany opened her eyes and her mouth to speak and...

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...Saw her aunt was speaking to Belgium...

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The Teutonic furor bottled up inside Germany at this moment could have burned to a crisp all the pagans in the world. [b][i][s][color=ed1c24]"I'Ll Go CheCK On mY rePAirs. BE riGHT bAck."[/color][/s][/i][/b] The uniform clad girl got up and walked out, boots echoing as she walked out to the front yard.

Passing through the door, Germany took her cap in her hands to look at the sky before squishing it with force. "Gott im Himmel, give me the strength." Prussia had told her countless times, it was in [url=https://youtu.be/kQeGp_UHTXw]the songs[/url] of her people. The fatherland was everywhere people spoke German to praise the holy name of god and that meant Austria was part of the family and although family members may quarrel, they may not feud and it was destiny that Germany should become whole and great only through the common will of all Germans. But this was so. fucking. hard. So great was the temptation to just pull Austria out of her house and into Germany's by force.

How could she not like her?! She had an army capable of defending her realm against any would be attackers, a navy that made even Britain start to sweat a little. Respect, power, colonies, money... And yet she was still looking after that fucking husband of hers, considering taking another bloody untermensch as a third husband and asking a Franco-anglo-dutch bastard of a country advice about how to solve this bloody train wreak she had gotten herself into, Ottoman style.

Her teeth clenching, the leather of her gloves twisting that cap of her cracking and with tears mounting to her eyes, Germany questioned the sun, God in Heaven, why was the path destiny had set in front of her so arduous...