Brother from the same mother

Chapter 1

(3rd person's pov)

Two families were currently cleaning out RE's oldest home he owned. The Russian, and German families were doing it, the Russians were spread out cleaning whatever they could while the Germans were on the same floor or in the same room together. Goes to show how large the families are, I suppose.

"You know, I was hoping to spend family time together. Not clean up an old dusty house as a maid." Russia stated, as he started removing the old, and broken, furniture.

RE chuckled softly, he didn't take offense to it at all. "This is considered family time, just not spent how you would imagine it." The Russian Empire stated with a smile.

"You know what the boy meant." The German empire responded with an eye-roll, and a playful smack on RE's shoulder. RE responded by rolling his eyes as well.

"I do have a question for you, father." Said Soviet as he handed a broken child's rocking chair to his son. The empire hummed in response as he glanced over at the rocking chair before pausing. "How come there's childish stuff when I've never been here?" He asked, the entire room froze as all eyes landed onto the stoic Empire from so long ago.

"I believe we will know the answer soon, after all, a scrapbook should be in this house somewhere." The former empire said with a shrug. Everyone exchanged looks before going back to work on it.

It took months to even get the house in good enough shape to step foot into, it was clearly abandoned, and lost to time. Even Soviet has no memory of this place, then again, a few are hazy, and distorted by something, and it hurts him to dig through it.

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Belarus, Ukraine, and Uzbekistan were all rummaging in the attic just removing boxes, and going through them, well only Belarus was, to see if they were to be kept or tossed out.

"Do you have to go through every single one!?" Ukraine asked her sister, who sat on the floor rummaging through the boxes.

"It's better if we do. Then we know what to keep or what not to keep!" Her sister chirped out.

"I think it's a good idea." Uzbekistan commented. Ukraine looked over at her, completely shocked.

"Not you too!" She whined, moving a box towards Belarus. The girls just chuckled at their sisters childish reaction.

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"How old is this place RE?" The german empire asked his friend, as they cleaned up the living room.

"It was my first home." The Russian Empire responded with a shrug, as he dusted off the tops of shelves, and removed the decorations from them.

The German Empire just sighed as he handed the shelf decorations to his grandsons, East and West, who just washed them off before setting them onto the floor.

"What all should we get rid of?" Russia asked his father who was removing the silverware and plates from the cabinets and cupboards.

"Most of its shot. No reason to keep it." Reich replied as he cleaned out the sink and other appliances. "How old is this place?" Reich asked as he cleaned the icebox and stove.

"It's been around longer than me, that's for certain." RE said, walking into the kitchen where the others were.

"Then who owned it before you?" Soviet asked his father who paused, looked away while blushing profusely.

"His wife." GE responded, also walking into the kitchen with a grin, as he watched the Russian Empire freak out on him.

"They didn't know that!" He yelped out in surprise.