Right.....Wrong.....I don't know

Iron and Ice

“She is dead?” Cleveland asked as she stared at the mark of remembrance. She couldn’t believe it. Who would harm the little cinnamon bun?

“No she ain’t.” Deutschland nearly screamed as she jumped up. She grabbed Cleveland by the collar and held her up. Cleveland wasn’t reacting simply because she went through her thoughts.

“But the gravestone.” Cleveland gasped in the same second as the Siren in her head did. A gravestone normally means that someone died and is there as a memorial of said person. Why would you set one down for one that isn’t dead?

“This one means jackshit and you know it.” Deutschland smacked her lightly. Afterwards she had to shake her hand. “Say, are you used to being slapped? Your skin is smooth but hard as a rock.”

She let Cleveland go and that one simply looked at the Deutschland class Heavy Cruiser. “What do you mean? A gravestone is.” She was cut off by Deutschland throwing a fork at her. She caught it of course but was still surprised. “What was that for?”

“To get you to shut up dear Weserchen because you know nothing.” Smiled Deutschland. She seemed to know more than Cleveland and Alpha combined at the moment. “It is clear that you are an outsider on this matter. If you looked into it you would know what I mean. You didn’t read the report, even though you had a hell of enough time for it doing so, I guess. That means you know nothing of the truth. Want the short explanation, aka a summary, you dumbbrain?” 

*Would be better to find it out so yes, I would like to hear it. I guess you agree with me don’t you Cleveland? Also stop insulting us you overgunned Heavy Cruiser. We can beat your ass whenever we want.*

Cleveland nodded as she wanted to find this out personally. It had nothing to do with the mission they had but this was a lot more important to her than the mission at the moment. “Ok. I would like to hear it so we are on the same level. Not like I am being misinformed right?”

“Whoever would tell you the wrong shit? Lying about reports is a crime we all hate and I sure enjoy reminding people about that by force.” Deutschland crackled out. Cleveland was unimpressed but sure knew what she meant. “So where does your knowledge cut off? You still remember who was on the mission?”

“I firmly do but remind me again. I don’t want to be wrong anywhere.” Cleveland said and Deutschland simply looked annoyed. 

“Well then it’s good that I know that report by the letter since I read it often enough. Well then you better open up those ears and listen.” Deutschland said and readied her voice.

“Around three years ago, if you go by actual date it’s nearly four, my sister went out on a mission alone to intercept Azur Lane ships, our enemies at that time, and the Sirens should they prove hostile. She did that job with perfection and was the terror of the Pacific for them until one fateful day she was attacked by a Royal Navy battlegroup who wanted her to stop fighting." She continued. Cleveland was listening closely to find out the truth.

Deutschland looked around as if not exactly knowing how to say the next thing. "So the battle they had was a bit messy and therefore it’s not exactly clear how many shots hit but my sister fought back with everything she had. It ended in her defeat and capture, if I can believe the British reports, but even then, Spee fought with all she had but the odds were against her." Deutschland looked proud of her sister. Cleveland understood her. Being proud of your sisters and seeing them raise hell was always something good to think about.

"They then got her on one of the maids' ships after they beat her after a long fight and went home to get repaired whatever devastating damage my sister delivered to them. They couldn’t even continue their other objectives so my sister must have given them a beating I am proud of.” Deutschland finished with a proud look. Cleveland was happy that Spee wasn’t dead but uncertain about something else.