Headcannon/ One Shots

Rematch

*knock knock knock*

"Come in" Germany says from his office chair without looking up from the paperwork. He has been mulling over a new trade agreement with new Zealand for the last three hours by now.

"Hey Ger" Bavaria greets while closing the door behind him. With a tug the state pulls an empty chair out from underneath the table and sits down opposite of Germany.

"Moin (hi)" Germany replies and Bavaria suppresses the itching urge to strangle the other one for using a northerners hi. His country looks completely unbothered by this though.

"Do you know how i became loyal to your family?" Bavaria asks while cleaning his fingernails with Germany's letter opener. The nation in question stills for a second before finally looking up from his trade deal.

"By loosing to Prussia.... why?" Germany states cautiously, no doubt anxious and irrational thoughts of Bavaria leaving him clawing at the back of his mind.

"It was a sword fight. It wasn't my idea though. I learned later that the king i had at the time, curse him, plotted this duel with Prussia for money. It was a fair fight regardless though, i have to give them that. Prussia knew that i would've never bent the knee had he cheated." Bavaria explains a bit more detailed than Germany.

"Why are you telling me this?" Germany replies, still on edge by the topic of this conversation.

"Calm down i am not going to leave you. You're the best country i had the luck of serving with in three generations, four if you count little weimars dumpster fire." Bavaria calms down his nation and watches how Germany first deflates and then looks away flustered from the compliment.

"Anyway i want to ask you for permission to grab some souls to feed Prussia so he can come back from the dead. I want a rematch." Bavaria asks and now Germany looks at him wide eyed.

"And where are you going to... you know... harvest those souls from?" Germany asks slightly concerned.

"Main train station" Bavaria shruggs nonchalantly. "You'd be surprised what things you can get there" he adds while leaning back in his chair.
"I just need empire to harvest them."

Germany looks at him with a mix of concern and slight disgust.

"You know that those are our people, right? The ones I swore to protect?" Germany questions his state who seems to think about that.

"Okay i gotcha. American death row prisoners would be okay though?" Bavaria negotiates and after a few seconds Germany gives him a reluctant nod.

"Great" Bavaria claps his hands together and stands up. With a little nick of his teeth Germany cuts into his finger, summoning the old empire from the dead. "Long time no see" empire warmly greets his grandson with a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"It's been like a week gramps" Germany chuckles while leaning slightly into the contact.

"Come on old man we have some souls to harvest" Bavaria grabs a pretty confused empire by the arm and drags him out of the room. Germany can hear a "i will explain it on the way" from Bavaria just before the door closes again.

Germany shakes his head slightly, grabs his phone and sends Bavaria a short text to notify him when the duel takes place.

Time to get back to the trade agreement.

Two coffees later later a ping sound comes from the phone and a quick look confirms that it's Bavaria inviting him over to his house. With a pleased sigh Germany stretches when standing up which causes more than one joint in his body to crack.