[The image on the Dreamberry flickers on and it shows a strict looking man with perfectly groomed hair save for a piece sticking up. He's looking on at something, not noticing the device is on and is about to look over when a woman walks into the view. She's carrying an armful of coats in her arms and he reaches out to take some from her, when a
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...[he comes out now, covered in dust and dirt, his tunic wrinkled and his hair a mess. Have a scruffy little knight to ruin this touching, oh so romantic scene.]
GROSS.
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No one asked you to be hiding there and watching, Prussia.
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You should hold back from adultery when there are other people around!
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And it's hardly adultery when Roderich and I are married.
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Sh-shut up! The closet is the best place to be when you're patrolling!
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Someone married you? [Most confused, unbelieving look ever]
...Why? [Can't believe someone would do that to themselves. Thinks Hungary must have forced Austria]
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Is it really so difficult to believe? I'd imagine that people would much rather marry me than you.
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Ja, I don't believe it.
And nuh-uh. People would rather marry me 'cause there's no risk of me putting anyone in the hospital.
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If I may say so, I think it is far more likely you would wind up putting someone in the hospital than Hungary, Teutonic Order. [at least, now that Hungary doesn't beat him up, anyway.]
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No one asked you, Fartface! [have a sweet smile to go with that attitude]
Men are talking! [looks back at Hungary]
You sure about that?
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Excuse me? What, might I ask, did you mean by that?
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Oh, I think I know exactly what he meant by that, Roderich.
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See? [Glances at Austria. Clasps his hands behind his back and rocks on the balls of his feet. Puts on his most innocent face.]
This is why you're not a man. Your horse knows more than you do, Roderich~
[Says Austria's name in the same tone he's heard Hungary say it. Little kids are good at being obnoxiously mocking. He is fully prepared to run for his little life]
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Hungary is most certainly not a horse, you idiot, and I do not recall giving you permission to address me in such a manner. Use Austria, if you would.
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Did you forget that Hungary practically grew up in that house of full grown men too. She stomps over faster than Prussia can react and picks him up by the scruff of his shirt. Her voice is pratically a hiss.]
You have two choices, Poroszország. You're either going to stop insulting Roderich and I or I'm going to lock you in that closet that you were patrolling before.
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