Father father please believe me (closed)

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Character(s): Egypt (Hassan), Damian Razem (Robin)
Location: A103 (Egypt's room)
Rating: PG for Damian's language
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: (Damian's bit is backdated to before the Ottoman Empire visit; Egypt's bit sometime after the visit) Figures these two'd learn each other's secrets eventually: Damian admits he's a superhero while Hassan confesses to being a country.

After that afternoon and the supposed acid trip he didn't remember, Robin didn't know how else to talk to Hassan. His ahki deserved more than taking care of him - and seriously, his other self HAD to call them a rainbow couple - and more than being a classmate. But what else could Damian do? Not much of anything, especially if he couldn't fight.

In retrospect, climbing into Hassan's room through the window may not have been the smartest idea, but he hadn't gotten the chance to change out of his costume after patrols. Softly closing the window so that Hassan's roommate wouldn't wake up, Robin carefully adjusted his goggles and glanced around the room.

"Ahki---" Right. The voice distorter was still on. Maybe he should turn it off?

"Err---Hassan? Do you have a moment?"

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Forgive Damian, but this whole concept was a little hard for him to grasp. He's a human form of a country that exists simultaneously with the land? How was that possible?

Still furrowing his eyebrows, Damian gives Egypt an even more confused look. "But if you're the human form of the country... wouldn't the land not exist while you're here? So there's like... a giant gap where Egypt is on the world map?"

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A gentle shake starts in Egypt's shoulders; he's laughing, albeit in a quiet manner. "Land's still there... I know it well." Maybe if he babbled as much as other nations, this would be easier to explain.

"Ah... Spirit given flesh n' blood?" He places a hand on his own chest, fingertips brushing over where his heart would be. Does that kind of concept make sense?

"Brothers, sisters, children... One being alongside them."

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It made sense. Kind of. Once he stopped thinking literally and more "outside the box," he got the concept well enough. Egypt wasn't the literal country itself so much as... a personification of how its people viewed themselves? Something like that?

"I get it, I think," Damian nods, gently placing his hands above Egypt's own. With some disdain, he notices that in comparison, his fingers are tiny. Y'Allah, how long until he catches up...?

"And you haven't told anyone here yet, right?"

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Uhhh. Something inbetween that, somewhere. This is what happens when the mun skims over the concept herself and just rolls with the fandom.

After a moment, Egypt moves their hands until they're pressing palm to palm, fingers spread. Your hands are quite small, Damian, but he won't say it out loud. A quiet observation he'll keep to himself.

"Just you... 'n others like me." He doesn't need to tell them anything, but basic concept. Only a small circle of allies know about Egypt specifically.

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So it's a huge secret, just like Damian being Robin. Bringing a hand to his lips, Damian quickly makes the zipping motion before resting his forehead against his baba's. "Not telling anyone, then."

The issue of him calling a guy who looks barely 28 "Baba" is lost on him for the time being, but Damian never really did seem to care. "After all," He beams, still sounding cheerful, "You've kept mine."

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Not a terribly huge secret back home, but here, yes. Egypt might be a bit more fearful compared to his allies in this world with regards to revealing just what kind of a person he is. He doesn't want to stick out — he wants to belong, be a part of the group (and avoid the critical eye of figures of authority in the process).

And hey, barely 28 isn't too young to have children. ...Well, from an outsider's perspective, and with a kid Damian's age, maybe. Modern social standards and whatnot.

Ah, Robin. What a conflicting extracurricular activity, so to speak. Egypt tries for a smile, but it isn't as bright as the others he'd just given. He'll make up for it with a kiss to Damian's forehead. "Thanks."

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He still disapproved of Robin. Damian tried not to sigh, but he couldn't help closing an eye as he received the kiss. One of these days, he'd make his baba see his side of things! (At least, it was all he could do to keep himself from truly getting angry.)

"It's the least I could do," He murmurs. A subject change would probably be good... "Hey. What do you wanna make for dinner this weekend? Something different from the usual?"