((Hm. I'm going to bed. Good night~))
Prussia narrowed his eyes and winced. The first blow had hit him in the stomach; the second kick had landed in an extremely uncomfortable place, though luckily wasn't as hard as the first punch. Still hurt like a b**** though... "You're no fun, Lizzy~," he drawled, leaning back and scooting as far away from her as he could this time. "You really need to learn to keep your cool. Even if you ARE a nation, I wouldn't be too surprised if you started sprouting gray hairs soon, with your overdramatic crap all the time~... well goodnight!" He proceeded to shut his eyes. And then the doorbell rang. And he lost it. "What the freakin'...? Liz, get the door~... I'm too tired~..."
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"Of course!" Australia nodded and rubbed the back of his head, deep in thought. "Jus' go up ta my room and start searching drawers. Shouldn't be anything too weird in 'em, don't worry! Jus' pull our whatever ya like, doesn't matter at all ta me."





