This became the Fall

„I am serious, North." Her tone didn't allow for much argument, her stance final. "How much good can you scrape together, just within us?"

Northern Germany was not one to back away easily. But he practically fled now, like a dog stumbling on its tucked-in tail with its hind legs as it retreated. Ironic, how he was able to spit after his British occupier yet trembled before his sister. He stared at her in bewilderment, eyes wide. Fearful, almost. Was he indeed?

„What are you suggesting?" It came out little more than a whisper.

South-West didn't let herself grow soft at her brother's bout of emotion, no, she didn't. But she let her face grow tired, wariness fleeing it in strides, wings almost touching the floor with how little power she had left to lift them. She still kept her head from falling forward and denied herself the wish to just step forward and embrace him.
There was once a time where none of this this would have happened.

"You have an idea already," she sighed.

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Weimar had more than two children; Germany split into four, one child for each cardinal direction. Not all of them survived to become nations.

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