--Germany's POV--
I knew I shouldn't have tried to clean the other two rooms whilst the others were asleep.
East's was the first I needed to tackle, and that did not go well. I thought I would be able to handle cleaning the room up a little. Needless to say, I couldn't move anything from it's original positions, I couldn't even wipe the dust off of the shelves. Three hours with me just standing there ended up with me turning around and just locking the room behind me. The room was still an utter mess from when East was very last in there. It wasn't a bad mess. It was a good mess, if that made sense. The toys were still in a way that he was playing with them last. The bed was a mess, pens were everywhere. I couldn't bring myself to clean it.
The other room was somehow worse to clean. I turned the light on and felt no sadness, but rage, and I had to fight back the urge to burn the whole building down immediately. I had to step outside once again, throwing the lighter down the other end of the corridor before seeing that the chat was, once again, active. I silently thanked them as I went online for them.
LandOfTheFree: all im syn is that C need 2 chill
mapleboi666: you stole all of my maple syrup and now I can't think straight!
LandOfTheFree: i prefer the wrd 'borrow'
SugarReich: What is happening?
TheCommieEqualizer: do not know but pings are annoying, I have to sit inbetween to make sure capitalist does not slap the maple.
SugarReich: I've only been gone overnight, and I came on to stop myself from blowing up a room and they're arguing!
TheCommieEqualizer: I know.
thewingedcavarly: please don't blow up room I think you think of
LandOfTheFree: wait bomber is going 2 blow up a room?!
mapleboi666: i take it this is his old room
SugarReich: reich's, yes, i don't think i can touch east's
TheCommieEqualizer: want call?
SugarReich: sure
I sighed and answered the video call that almost immediately came through from Russia, and I answered, walking back into the room armed with a bottle of bleach. I made sure the camera was pointed away from me before I switched on the light.
"Bitch why is that room still existing! I thought that UN had the fucking place raided!" I sighed and rubbed an eye before propping the phone up, strugging with a while for the bleach lid before managing to get it off.
"Is UN wanting the documents in here? Because I can box them if he wants-"
"DAD!!!...yeah, he's asking about more Reichuments...no, I don't think he wants to put them anywhere near his shit...yeah...OKAY!....Bomber, pops said to box the shits and then put them in your attic, UN has a spare key and he can go up into the attic and retrieve them as in when he has spare bloody time...which is fucking never, but oh well." I nodded and just started cleaning around, making a face whenever I had to touch any of his stuff. I eventually got it all into boxes and into the attic and I sighed as I felt a little better.
"Dzięki Bogu ((Thank God)) that's over and done with...I think I felt just as uncomfortable as Germany..."
"Of course you fucking well would!"
"America! Stop yelling, bitte! My ears, they're the only thing I have left that works!!" I looked back before chuckling a little.
"Urgroßonkel? ((Great granduncle?)) You went to the house early?"
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Our Parents as Enemies (RusGer)
Fiksi Penggemar((Cover art belongs to me. My Own AU. Feel free to use it in stories but credit me.)) When Germany is sent off to boarding school and his roommate happens to be Russia, someone that he has been told to despise all his life, will they get along?
