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[She's not being deliberately stupid, gosh, she's giving him a chance to explain himself. Which is currently turning out questionably.

Willow folds her arms tightly across her chest, physically restraining herself from casting some spell to just pluck the answers out of his mind. It's not that she feels it's necessary, really, but that it'd be so much easier. There's an itch under her skin to give in, to use her power, because it's meant to be used.

But she doesn't. She has to keep the moral high ground here.] How could you come to terms with-- with that? [she demands.] Don't you regret it at all?

Or were you being executed for being found guilty? [This is undeniably harsh, but Willow is having a hard time mustering up any sympathy.]

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::He's bad at explaining things! It might work out a little better if she did just grab all the information about him and his situation right out of his head, but then Prussia would be really pissed off ~~because it must be a universal constant that he ends up really hating magic or something~~.

So do please keep on with the moral high ground! That's annoying also, but he's kind of come to expect smug self-righteous superiority from America(ns).::

Of course I'm guilty! Unless suddenly America goes about executing innocents, which is news to me. I thought America was all about being the hero. ::Wait, no, no talking about countries like they are people.

Yet. At any rate. He's sure word will eventually get around.::

I- It's that- ::FRUSTRATED SIGH! He hates being on the defensive! Prussian strategy is to attack always!:: What the hell makes you think I don't have regrets? I have plenty! I couldn't stop things! I should've been better prepared, I should have done more, it shouldn't have ended with countless dead and what was left of my people forced from their homes and scattered!

But I couldn't and I wasn't and I didn't and I only ended up saving West except I might not have even done that right because I'm dead and he's on his own and they still want to tear him down!

::...He has no idea where all that came from either. He genuinely thought he was okay with being dissolved if it meant Germany would be left intact. But. Seems he's a little less okay with that than he realised.

Prussia will need either a moment or another verbal assault before he can attempt to salvage his pride, because at the moment he is breathing a bit heavily from all that yelling.::

[Fortunately for Prussia, in this case there's nothing unusual about the way he referred to America, and Willow thinks nothing of it. Referring to 'West' as a person is strange, though, especially the fact that he's being torn down. But she's heard stranger things-- she's heard a lot of strange things. She keeps her attention on the topic at hand, and starts to realize that she may have been getting the wrong impression of him.

Well, you can't blame a gay Jew for having a kneejerk reaction to seeing a man in Nazi uniform. Willow refuses to apologize for that, and she still doesn't totally trust him even after that monologue, but she does relent. It's possible that there's a lot more going on than she knows; in fact, it's almost certain.

In the spirit of giving him a chance, she waits a few seconds to make sure he's not going to add anything else before saying,] In that case... You want something else to wear? I could help with that.

[There's a note of sympathy in her tone, because if she were an unwilling Nazi (if he was one) she wouldn't want to wear it either. Other than that, she lets him save face by remaining largely stoic in the face of this verbal onslaught.]

Could prevent future confusion, [she goes on.] Also, I am suspecting that watching it go up in flames would be cathartic. [For both of them, really.]

::It wasn't exactly his first choice of political parties. One day he might even tell her about the Preußenschlag.

Still, for now, he takes another deep breath and slowly releases it. Right. It doesn't really help his cause to blow up at people, and she's backed down from the accusatory tone for now. So he can be good and ignore any further suspicion she might aim at him.

He rubs his eyes.:: Yeah. Um. Yeah, actually, something else would be awesome. This uniform is great for pissing people off, but if I'd known I'd've been wearing it in the afterlife too... I mighta chose something different this morning.

So. Where do they hide the spare clothing?

They don't. Well, they might, but if they do then I don't know where.

[Instead she raises a hand out, palm flat, and says commandingly,] Creo. [A neatly folded set of clothes appears in her hand, dark colored and unremarkable for the early 2000's America.]

I'm a witch, [she says simply.] I don't have to obey the rules. Here.

::He is about to ask how she intends to get him something else to wear, when.

BAM. Clothes. In her hand.::

::HOLY SHIT SHE IS HOLDING CLOTHES IN HER HAND THAT WEREN'T THERE BEFORE WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAGIC IS REAL.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!

He is suddenly so glad she heard him out.

Especially since he can guess how the uniform will be burnt.

holy shit.::

[Willow lives for this reaction. She used to be so ashamed of herself, so meek and embarrassed of every little drop of talent. But she shouldn't be. She's powerful, a force to be reckoned with, and having that acknowledged is deeply satisfying.

She doesn't smirk, exactly, but there is an edge of a self-satisfied smile to her expression.] Don't worry, I promise to only use my powers for good, [she says lightly. She thinks it's the truth.] As long as you aren't hurting anyone, I don't mind helping out.

[She holds the clothes out for him to take.]

I'll keep that in mind.

::So he is just going to take the offered clothing and... okay yeah he is not even going to just strip down like he normally would. Just in case. It's a sensible idea when someone can apparently magic you to death.

(And let's not consider why he seems more afraid of her than of the dragon he's met. Possibly because she knows enough about the world he's from to have good reason to want to magic him to death. Whereas the dragon... seems to know a version of him and like that guy. While knowing nothing of Nazis.)

Don't mind Prussia retreating back to his room to get changed.::

You do that.

[She tries not to be too smug as she waits. Truthfully, by the time he's back, she's somewhat back to herself. She's relaxed now that he's acknowledged where the power imbalance lay (everyone should be afraid of her, really) and seems much more like the normal, outgoing, slightly overemotional girl she'd been when they'd met.]

Much better, [she says approvingly.] You ready?

::He returns, still looking a bit pale. Paler than usual, that is. Which is quite the feat, all things considered.

He kind of really is beginning to hate magic.

Prussia crosses his arms over his chest, perhaps a bit defensive, but he's really not sure what happens if you get killed when you're already dead. And he's still not entirely convinced she isn't going to try to kill him -again- later.::

Yeah, ready. Where're we looking first?

::He might have forgotten to bring the uniform with him.

That probably lost him points, didn't it?::

[She's serious about not hurting anyone that doesn't make trouble, at least, so he might be safe. Uh. Maybe?

IN ANY CASE Willow was partially joking about burning the uniform, and isn't dismayed to see it left behind. She just assumes they should get on with things, and doesn't mention it.]

Below decks? [she suggests.] Boats are usually steered from the back, right? Cause that's where the rudder is? We should check there.

::He's going to eventually be doomed, then. He wouldn't know how to stay out of trouble if his life -or afterlife, as the case may be- depended on it.

At that suggestion, he nods decisively. Like he actually knows more than a pittance about ships or something.:: Right! And it might be best to work from the lower rear then across and up. I know if I were gonna hide something, it'd probably be where most people don't wanna bother looking.

::Which means yes, if there's a bilge, HE WILL SEARCH IT, BY JOVE.

And then he will beg her to magic the nasty bilgewater out of his clothes because ew.::

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[Oh good, someone to take out her dark magic addiction on, then. She always needs someone like that.

For now, though, she's pretty pleasant, and completely goal-oriented. She's a Scooby on a mission. ... But she's not searching the bilge and she wouldn't need begging to get rid of it either, because she raises that ew to a eugh.]

Then we have a plan, [she says decisively, setting off that second, though she moves slowly enough not to leave him behind.] Hopefully we'll find something. But there has to be a clue somewhere, right? Who kidnaps people and then disappears completely? [That's not how villains work! They always leave a hint behind.]

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