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Tank's POV
"Vell, zhat vent vell.", Richtofen muttered angrily, as he looked out the window of the passenger seat. I scoffed and kept on driving, until we reached my home. "Where are we, Capitalist pig?", Nikolai groaned, as he stumbled out of the car, clutching his half-empty vodka bottle in his hand. Takeo simply shook his head as he got out of the car, shutting the door behind him. At least one of them has some manners. I got out of the car and climbed my front door steps as the others followed behind. "I guess you all can stay til' you feel like leavin'.", I muttered, as I opened the front door.
Richtofen's POV
Zhe American, surpringly had a gute taste in furniture. The place was lit by a warm fire in the living room, the kitchen looked very clean, and the air had the faint smell of pine trees. "Vow, Dempshey. I am very surprised. I vould have zhought zhat you lived in a pig-style home.", I chuckled, as Dempsey shot daggers at me. "At least my home doesn't smell like sauerkraut.", Dempsey snapped, as he purposely bumped into me. I glared at him, as I sat at the kitchen table with Nikolai and Takeo. "Alright! Our kids hate us now. So, what are you all planning to do?", Dempsey asked us all, as he took a beer bottle out from his refridgeriator. "Vell, if Evan vants to stay vith your daughter, I vill simply go back home to Berlin. He obviously doesn't vant me to bozher him.", I replied, as I drummed my fingers on the table. "I berieve I sharr wait for my son to come back. Once he rearizes that he made an awfur choice.", Takeo muttered, as he wrinkled his nose at Nikolai. "Fuck you, Takeo! My Russian beauty is no match for your son. He obviously lacks having the guts of being a man.", Nikolai snapped, as he took another sip of vodka. Takeo simply said nothing, as he looked at his hands. Dempsey sighed as he began to walk up the stairs.
Dempsey's POV
Maybe....I shouldn't have been hard on my daughter. I mean, she's carrying my grandkid. Then again, it's also Richtofen's grandkid. I shook my head as I walked back to the others. "Listen boys. My daughter is having my grandkid in her belly. As much as I hate you,", I said, staring down at Richtofen. "That's your grandkid too. I mean, I screwed up. So did yall. Are we really gonna abandon our kids? Takeo? Nikolai? You guys hate each other, but can you at least get along. For your grandkid?", I asked, looking at them. I stared at Richtofen, who simply glared at me. I sighed and stared back at him. "What do ya say, Doc? Wanna be strong enough to stand together as we wait for our grandkid?", I said, offering my hand to Richtofen. Thank god he still wore his gloves. I didn't want to touch his cold, heartless skin. Richtofen glared at my hand and deeply sighed. With one quick motion, he reached out and shook my hand firmly. "Fine, Dempshey. I vill only do zhis for mein son und grandchild.", he said, before pulling his hand back. I simply nodded at him.
Takeo's POV
Ancestors, forgive me. I took Nikolai's hand and shook it. Sealing our 'agreement'. The dishonorable Russian glared at me, before pulling his hand back to take another sip of his vodka. Before he took a sip, he looked at me and lifted his bottle at me. "Cheers, Takeo.", before he took a long sip of the wretched liquid. I simply shook my head as I became lost in my mind. Takeda...you will pay me dearly for this.
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