Nuclear Russians (Slow/Random Updates)

The DNA

He had subconsciously made his way to her and stood at her feet.

She peeked over the top of her book to look at him. When she saw it was him she smiled. It looked so much like the one his mother had.

It hurt his brain to even admit it.

Friedrich: "Yes, schnuckiputzi? What can mommy Friedrich do for you?"
["Sweetie pie"]

Y/N: "...don't call me that..."

He spoke in a whisper.

Friedrich: "I'm sorry, but you mumbled there. Could you repeat that schnucki-"
["Sweetie-"]

Y/N: "DON'T CALL ME THAT!!! DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT!!"

She was taken aback at his outburst. His yelling attracted a lot of attention. She stood up, looking down at him imposingly.

Friedrich: "Now you listen here, boy. You do not talk back to your mother in that manner-"

Y/N: "You are NOT my mother!!"

She gasped. She felt hurt, like a stab to the heart. It left her confused, and sad.

Friedrich: "Wha-...w-what?"

Y/N: "You're not her!! You-...you can't be!......And somehow you are."

Friedrich: "Y/N? What's wrong? What did I do? Did I disappoint you?"

Y/N: "You lied to me!!"

A gasp was heard from the onlookers.

Friedrich: "Ah-...I...I don't understand."

Her voice was a little shaky.

Y/N: "That mark on your back, where did you get it?"

Friedrich: "The what?"

Y/N: "The one on your lower back damnit!!!"

Friedrich: "I-I-I've had it since I was created."

Y/N: "LIER!!!!"

She took a step back, but then tried to get closer to him. He backed up.

Y/N: "It's not possible. It's a birthmark."

He turned and pulled his waistband down a bit to show the mark on his lower back. Same shape. Same spot.

Y/N: "Only me and my mother had it, no one else in my family! So why do you have it? Why are you so...so much like her?! Did you find her file somewhere and copied her so you could pretend to be my mother more?! To try and replace her?!"

Friedrichs eyes were watering. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Y/N: "But...if you really did have it from the start, then..."

He looked over his shoulder, giving Maxim a look. He wanted the proof to be accurate, so he wanted someone he could trust to do it.

Y/N: "...we need a DNA test."

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The blood centrifuge was spinning, mixing and separating the necessary chemicals. The technology in this lab, even on the base, was impressive. Usually when DNA needed to be prepared for analysis, it usually took a day or two. With the tech here, they could have it in an hour.

When the machine stopped, Maxim pulled out the vials. He put them through another machine that took the DNA strands and compared them. He also had a laptop by his side with the medical records of Angelica L/N. He had requested the U.N. to locate it, getting a response immediately.

He now took three tablets, bringing up the DNA records of the three recipients. At a glance it was shocking but he didn't want to keep Y/N waiting.

He came through the waiting room, passing a cluster of girls huddled around Friedrich. She had been crying. The outburst from Y/N and the accusations he was spewing earlier left her confused and in emotional distress.