A/N: This is taking place shortly after my story that can be found here. For full context, read that and the accompanying rp first.
The muffled sounds of techno-beats and drunken cheers from down below temporarily became loud as the door to the private office was opened and Alexander stepped inside. He was shirtless, but wore tight, blue leather pants, and was covered in glitter. He was carrying two full beer bottles, one of which was offered to his sister who was lounging on his couch, staring at her phone, which she pocketed once she saw the beer.
“Thanks,” she said, taking a swig of it.
Alex grinned and set his down on his desk. He took out the silicone earplugs he wore when he didn’t want his extra sharp hearing to be overwhelmed by the loud club noises. “You’re welcome. You know, I’ve been thinking of banning phones in the club. I think it would make the atmosphere cooler, don’t you agree?”
Lily rolled her eyes. “You say that every month, but you never go through with it. You’re too worried people will compare this place to Berghain if you do.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m just tired of seeing them everywhere here. People seem to enjoy them more than the music and dancing.”
“Sounds like you need better music and dancing then, old man.”
“Don’t start calling me ‘old man,’ when you’re technically the older twin.”
“Then stop complaining about the youths like an 80 year old. Oh, wait,” she said with a smirk, “You are an 80 year old man now.”
“You’re 80 years old too.”
“I’m 80 years young. There’s a difference.”
He grinned and shook his head. “Whatever you said, Old Maid.” He picked up his beer and joined her on the couch, not worried at all about the glitter that would now set up permanent housing in the crevices. “So, what brings you to my lair tonight? You usually only interrupt a party when you need something bad. You’re not in debt to a crime boss again, are you?”
“That was one time when I was 60, and that gun was worth it.”
He grinned and shook his head. “If you say so. But seriously, what’s up?” he asked, taking a drink.
“It’s about Dad,” she said.
Alex coughed and sputtered beer. He pounded his chest with one fist and kept coughing until the liquid was out of his windpipe. He gasped for air and looked at her incredulously. She raised an eyebrow in silence.
“I’m sorry,” he wheezed, “did you just say ‘Dad’? You’re not referring to the old bastard, are you? Please tell me you’ve just finally decided to acquire some old rich fart as a sugar daddy.”
Lily frowned. “No, I’m talking about Dad. Our dad. Our father? Herr Beilschmidt? Why?”
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His brow creased. “Why are you calling him, ‘Dad,’ all of a sudden? Since when was that a thing? You’ve always called him, ‘Herr Beilschmidt,’ or, ‘Sir,’ or even sometimes, ‘Father,’ but never ‘Dad.’ What’s next? Are you going to tell me that you hugged him too?”
She blinked. “How did you know?”
His jaw dropped and he stared at her in disbelief. “You didn’t. You’re lying. This is some weird joke of yours. You’d be dead if you hugged him.”
She frowned and sat up straight. “It’s not a joke, Alex. I really did hug him. Twice! He was fine with it. Mostly. I mean, he said I have to ask first and keep it private, but he was okay with it. And he said I could start calling him, ‘Dad.’”
He blinked several times. He looked down at his beer, and then back up at her. He set the beer down on the coffee table in front of them. He clasped his hands together and leaned towards her. “Lily, please, I’m begging you. Just tell me you’re joking. Pull out the hidden cameras and put it on YouTube to go viral. I don’t care. Just please, please tell me this isn’t true.”
Lily’s frown deepened. “I’m not joking. Why is it so hard to believe?”
He looked at her in a mixture of dismay and astonishment. “Why is it…Lily, have you met the man you’re talking about? Herr ‘Respect-Me-Or-Die’? He’s literally killed you. Twice! And you want me to believe that now he’s letting you hug him and call him, ‘Dad’?” When he saw on her face that she wasn’t joking around, he pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. “I can’t…why? Just tell me. Why are you doing that? What the fuck is your endgame with this?”
“I don’t have an endgame, Alex,” she said, sounding far more annoyed now. “I just want to be closer to him. And why shouldn’t I? He is my dad. I deserve to call him that and give him hugs.”
“If he were a normal, healthy parent, I’d agree. But after everything he’s done to you? You want to be closer to him? You should be trying to get out of his influence!”
“He’s not perfect, I know. He has hurt me, a lot. But everything he’s done, he’s done out of a duty to us, to make us stronger and better for the world. His methods aren’t good, but his intentions–”
“Lily,” he interrupted, “You didn’t just drink the damn Kool-Aid, you’re fucking drowning in it! Listen to yourself. He doesn’t do things out of a duty to us! He doesn’t have good intentions! Everything, everything he’s ever done has been solely to serve himself. He’s a selfish old bastard who just wants to keep you around for his own weird gain. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s plotting something creepy to do with you, or some way he can use you to come back from the brink of death.”
“Shut up, Alex!” she yelled. She slammed the beer bottle on the coffee table, nearly shattering it, and stood up. She crossed her arms. “Just shut up, okay! You don’t know anything!”
“I was there! I grew up under him! I know what he’s like!”
“No! No, you weren’t there! You went off and got to play make-believe in the West, while I did all the real work back home. And guess who was there for me. Not you! It was my dad! And guess who was there for me in the 90s, when it all went to shit because of your precious Western pigs! Not you again! It was him! And guess who was there for me just the other day, when the other Prussia attacked me and tried to kill me. Also not you! It was him! He killed to keep me safe, even though it puts a target on his back! He’s always been the one there for me, not you!”
“Oh, well, why don’t you just go suck his dick then, like you’ve always wanted!”
The slap that followed was so hard, it sounded like the crack of a whip.
Alex blinked in shock. He raised a hand up to his cheek and rubbed the sore spot. He looked at his still enraged sister, who had tears welling up in her eyes now. His expression crumbled. “Lily, I didn’t mean that. I just–”
“Shut up,” she said, her voice cracking. She glared for a few seconds more, and then stormed out of the room. The slam of the door made Alex wince.
He stared at the door for a moment more, hoping she would come back and accept his apology. But he knew better. With a sigh, he stood up, picking up his beer as he did. He downed the whole thing in a gulp and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, he did the same with hers. Why let it go to waste? He shuffled to his desk to grab his earplugs, and then left the room, going back downstairs to rejoin the eternal party where he could forget everything that just happened for a night.