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A Nice Little Talk

This chapter is going to be controversial. (It contains very sensitive history and social stuff)

I'm neutral on all of this.

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= America's POV =

I regret not bringing the two former enemies' sons here. The relationship between us and them and between the three opponents seemed jerky.

"You don't know anything about your father?" USSR looked at Germany as if he were confused, "But I heard a lot about you from him."

Then, it was time for Germany to look surprised: "Wie meinen Sie das? He never came home to meet me, much less take care of his family!"

Maybe Germany was too young at the time. But we usually keep our memories from the time we are born, and he's one of the countries with the best memories. There might be a chance that someone did something to his memories, too.

"What did you hear from him?" My father asked Soviet. He shrugged in return, "Normal stuff. In my opinion, he was a doting parent. Kept talking about how you're smart, are a good artist, and are nice to others... He could go on for hours."

Germany's expression was wide-eyed in shock. My face should have been similar. FI and JE, on the other hand, didn't even budge. They knew.

"Sì. Although he stopped talking about Germania after some time..." FI's voice faltered. "He stopped talking about him?" Soviet asked, surprised. "He never did again. And..." FI tried to continue, but a cough interrupted him.

JE looked sideways at him and shook his head. FI looked back apologetically and waved his hand as if he wanted us to forget what he said. OK, what is going on? What are the two hiding from us?

"By the way, you never wanted to listen to our voices before. Why do you want to know about TR now?" JE kept looking at Britain. "It's been 90 years." My father answered shortly.

Imperial Japan let out a short laugh. "90 years? Really? And now you want to learn history from our side? You never listen to Japan, who had been working so hard to fit in, when he tries to correct propaganda made by yourselves and communists after the war, and you'll listen to me? Do you think I'll believe that? Be ashamed of yourselves, racists."

He never changes. He was always like that. High pride, stubbornness, and not knowing one's place. Should have gone for his Northern side with the weapons, too.

I could see Soviet getting irritated by the Japanese's words, but my father, surprisingly was calm. He cleared his throat and looked at JE in the eyes.

"JE, please. I know you hate us for what we've done, but we all hate you for what you've done. We've come this far after the 19th century when we first met." UK said. "Hmm? 'come this far' when you still can't understand the 'Racial Equality Proposal' I made a century ago? Even that had flaws in it, you know? Good for you, since you guys destroyed the military, Japan will not attack its neighbors again. How about you guys? Ready to fight propaganda and start reading official documents at last? Or how about working with Asian human rights? You guys seem to be doing great with the BLM act."

I can't believe his British accent is still there, along with the monotone tone of voice, while being so sarcastic. It's pissing me off.

Germany, who was sitting beside JE, had turned pale by the moment, shivering from the tension he was giving out. Fascist Italy was watching him as if he found it quite interesting.

"Imperial Japan, what are you trying to protect?" My father asked. His voice didn't contain any sense of anger or irritation but worry.

I was puzzled. So were the others not just from his voice but from what he said. So, he's going over all this because he has something to protect? He, the Asian rabid dog, had things to protect aside from the Emperor?

JE opened his eyes a bit by the question, and shifted his gaze sideways. "英吉利 (Britain), I needed to protect a lot of things, even if it cost my life. I'll keep protecting them until my body turns to dust and my spirit dies in the ashes."

"So, you won't tell us anything?" My father was still acting like an adult talking to a child. "I made a promise. We made a promise. I never go back on my words." JE answered clearly.

They started staring again. I guess I knew nothing about not just TR but about all the other countries.

= Fascist Italy's POV =

I've got to admit, seeing JE defending our 'secret' is really cute, or 'kawaii' in his language. However, unlike him, I can see the US and USSR getting irritated by his words (which was fun to watch, by the way), so I decided to speed things up a bit.

I clapped my hands to get attention and turned my face to meet JE's. His flag's gaudy, but it somehow fits his face. Though Asian faces are kind of flat (he hates it when I say this), the Japanese Empire always had that aura that shuts out those shortcomings. Although I would say his pride's too high.

"JE. Why don't we start with some small stuff then? Like what he said." I pointed to the USSR, who still looked a bit offended. "Should I go first? You should know him better than me."

He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment as if to pick up on my thoughts. The trust he had in me had disappeared long ago. I thought I was able to gain it back again, but time never returns.

「勝手にしろ 。」("Do whatever you like.") JE said, and closed his eyes quietly.

"I'm sorry about that." I smiled apologetically. "It's the family's tradition, right? I remember his father doing the same thing. Making the opponent irritated so that the conference gets suspended." Britain laughed a little bit.

Germany looked at JE, and then at me, and opened his mouth, "So, that was true? What Soviet said, it was true?" He looked not much older than when his father died. "It is true. I'm not sympathizing with him or anything, mind you, but he was fine to be around with."

That was my honest thoughts on him.

My country, the government, may have hated him at first; they probably hated him until the end, but I never had such emotions towards him. Well, he saved my life a couple of times... I can't just hate him, though my feelings towards him are much more complex than JE's.

"You guys know pretty well that we don't have a lot we can do. We don't have control over the government or the people. What we can do is work, give speeches, maintain dignity, and deepen our relationships." I sighed, "I guess that's why we were so messed up."

America raised an eyebrow. "Where are you getting to?"

"Hmm, come posso dire Questo (how do I put this)," I thought for a moment "He was... A normal person."

It was always the normal people who get mad anyways.