Prussia snorted, rolling his eyes. "There's about as much "information" right there as there is between &*%@Brows and France. It's NOT like that." He didn't feel... No, it just... There wasn't any "good information" there at all! There couldn't be! Look at all of the quarrels they got into, and it wasn't like... No. He certainly did NOT feel THAT WAY toward Hungary...
... But... What if he did?
No, no, he didn't. It wasn't possible... Was it? His eyes fell toward the wall, cheeks brightening as his heart began beating faster. Was... WAS there something between them? More than he had...? But it didn't matter. She couldn't stand him, as she had made plenty clear on more than one occasion. All the same, he couldn't quite bring himself to make eye contact with her at the moment, so he settled for getting out of this another way. "Now, you and Feli, on the other hand... Well, no need to elaborate. I've walked past your room at night before..." He winked slyly, though the emotion he usually exhibited was still half-hearted as he remained in thought about the other matter at hand.
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