♬ Drei [backdated to Christmas day]

[nopastaforyou]

[After completely destroying his living room with a cello WHILE holding a whip, he leaves. He thinks about going to Hungary's, but then remembers Prussia lives there, so he just decides to go to Germany's. You might run into him

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[kleinefurstin]

[Do you know who is actually out and about looking for Austria?

That's right, Liechtenstein with a cake! She looks quite proud of it, too]

Ah, Austria!

[nopastaforyou]

[He turns around, for some reason he's trying to hold the hand with the whip down with the other.]

Frohe Weihnachten, Liechtenstein.

[kleinefurstin]

Fröhliche Weihnachten, Austria. Has something happened to your hand?

[nopastaforyou]

I can't let go of this whip for some reason. [Yeah, not going to mention the uncontrolable urge to whip people, nope.]

[kleinefurstin]

What--[have you been smoking something, daddy?] Maybe I can help?

[nopastaforyou]

Thank you....

But I rather you not.

[kleinefurstin]

Ah... [d-does this involve Hungary does she want to know] I see.