It hurt seeing Koenigsberg like this. Prussia remembered past moment of awesomeness and saw a city that didn't look like his at all. He also remembered the city falling, his people trying to run. That memory hurt even worse.

The cathedral had been rebuilt, strange, it didn't seem like something Russia would do. Prussia decided the new one wasn't nearly as good at it used to be. He felt like a ghost walking through the streets that used to be his but he could no longer recognize.

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He went to Koenigsberg to feel better but ended up worse. The last thing he needed was to be reminded of what he used to have and lost.

It didn't take him long to find a bar where he began to order vodka. Because nations were hopelessly drawn to each other he walked right into the same bar as Russia. Prussia didn't even bother to count the glasses of vodka he downed as he stared at Russia across the room. Russia didn't look back and didn't even bother with glasses when he drank his vodka.

"Hey, Russia," Prussia called out across the room. He had started to become more comfortable after that last glass. "What exactly would become one with Russia mean?"

"To be mine of course," Russia said, not at all surprised. Perhaps he was not as unaware as he appeared. He moved to Prussia's side with unexpected speed, almost breathing down his neck. "Everyone should be one with me so I can take care of them, make the decisions and create a better world. It will be nice, da?"

"I want you to be really, really specific," Prussia said, pointing unsteadily at Russia. "Can I have Koenigsberg back? Do I have to clean your house in a French maid dress?"

"It is Kaliningrad when it is mine," Russia said with a very annoying smile. "And if you want it back you have to be mine too. I will be nice to you."

"I don't like to clean. And I don't play dress-up. And I'm not going to be your sex-slave or some kind of weird shit. But I want my capital back."

"You are very strange," Russia said.

"I'm calling your bluff!" Prussia yelled and heads turned as he finished his glass in one grandiose sweep. "Make me one with Russia!"

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Prussia woke up in an unknown bed. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence and it didn't bother him. He tried to recall last night. If it was Ukraine's bed it would be awesome. If it was Denmark's it wouldn't be unexpected. He felt a bit sore so Denmark seemed likely, unless Hungary finally given in and decided to top the hell out of him in a way not even his favorite dreams could match. But overall he felt great, better than in a long time. No hangover, instead all tingly with anticipation of something he couldn't name.

"Morning!"

Prussia almost fell off the bed in horror as Russia entered with a tray of small pancakes.

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Prussia calmed down after a while and ate the weird pancakes. They tasted good enough and it was a bit moving that Russia bothered to make a hot breakfast for him, as far as Prussia knew there were no minions left to make it. With some efforts he managed to recall last night. Becoming one with Russia in return for Koenigsberg Russia insisted on calling Kaliningrad. What a gloriously idiotic plan. He should have kept to beer as Germany always told him.

"You even signed things," Russia proudly said and showed him a bunch of documents. They were just copies and pointless to rip apart. Prussia read them instead. To his growing fear they did not specify what becoming one with Russia meant in practical terms but they did assign him Kaliningrad Oblast.

"Uhm, that's nice?" Prussia tried. Having a territory again felt good. His claims on Germany were pretty vague at this point. Perhaps this wasn't all bad.

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Prussia found a quiet spot and praised the technology of this century as he called his brother. Back in day he would have been forced to write a letter and hope Russia would bother to send it.

Germany freaked out so badly when Prussia explained the situation that he almost missed those days.

"I need my capital back! I can't just mooch on you forever," Prussia protested.

"I never saw it like that," Germany quietly said.

Prussia sighted. The truth was that Germany was right in being worried, no matter how badly Prussia wanted to defend his bad decision.

"The truth is... I was really drunk and now it's kind of too late to take it back. But it doesn't seem that bad, promise."

"It is that bad," Germany said and it was everything he didn't say that made Prussia shiver a bit. It wasn't fun being GDR but at least he had his own land then. The entire experience was probably worse for Germany who almost broke down not knowing what was happening to Prussia on the other side of the wall.

"I'll talk to America and England about it, if you signed under influence it shouldn't be valid," Germany continued. "Be careful until then, I promise to hurry."

"I want to keep Koenigsberg," Prussia said without much force.