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"Yes, I would love to have a cup of tea, Frau Sachsen."
"Here you go, Frau Bayern!"
Weimar takes the doll in her hand and brings a tiny porcelain teapot closer to its own miniature hands, making it appear as if the doll named Saxony is holding it. She then moves it to a toy table and mimics the motion of pouring tea into a cup.
"Thank you, Frau Sachsen," Austria responds, tilting the head of her doll, Bavaria, as if it's nodding. She smiles slightly to her sister, who's much more enthusiastic about the game, and then looks uncertainly at the one more doll at play. It's a boy, unlike the other two, and what else sets him apart is that he's tied to a toy chair tightly with kinds of knots that Austria didn't even know existed before. "Are you sure that Wüttemberg has to be treated like that..?"
"Of course! That's how all men should be treated." Weimar nods with a proud smirk, showing off her sharp teeth in the process. "That's what Wüttemberg gets for being Saxony's boyfriend! She should've been with Bayern instead!"
"I don't think she should've been." Austria looks between the two main dolls they have, one for each of them, and then lifts her sight up to her sister. "In any case, it's getting late, it's better if we collect our toys and prepare for sleep."
"Aw, but they haven't even cut the cake yet!"
Weimar's whines remain unanswered while her sister moves a neat box for the toys closer, and in the end she has no choice but to help pack them in.
"Hey, Östi?"
By the time Weimar speaks again, they're already done with cleaning the playroom up and watch their work proudly.
"Yes, Weimar?"
"I just wanted to say… Thanks for always playing with me, Östi." The younger sister looks up at the older one, smiling widely again, and Austria can't help but smile back.
"You're welcome, Wei-"
Her words get cut off when Weimar abruptly rises up to her tiptoes and softly covers Austria's lips with her own. The kiss is shallow and lasts only for seconds, and in the end they both part away and stare at each other. Weimar has an innocent smile playing on her lips while Austria's eyes are wide and blush covers her whole face.
"Weimar. What was that?"
"I saw Vater kiss Vati like that! And they're brothers! And we're sisters!" Weimar shrugs; and her logic would make perfect sense if it weren't for the fact that their parents were also quite literally married.
"I don't think we should be doing this," Austria forces out of herself, barely able to resist the utter ridiculousness of the situation. "They just do it because-"
"But I can see that you like it! You're red like Muscat right now!" Weimar teases, and Austria can't help but blush only worse from that.
"It's not because of-" Austria doesn't get to talk this time either, interrupted by another kiss, a slightly longer one that leaves her with her heart beating loudly against her ribcage with as if every emotion ever mixed together in it. "We need to stop this."
"Stop me," Weimar just stretches in response. Austria isn't taken by surprise with the kiss this time, but finds herself unable to quite push her sister away, her hands just resting on her shoulders and, if anything, pulling the two only closer.
"Well this was fun." It's not until a couple kisses later when Weimar moves away completely and then picks up the box to put it back in its place. Austria touches her lips tenderly, blushing still, and once she looks at her sister again, she's at the door already. "Are you coming?"
"...Sure."