[She's forgotten given Canada permission to visit as soon as she shuts the vine call down, preoccupied with positioning her sword in the perfect spot on the wall. But it means that Prussia is in her room, though.]
[And that means that eventually Canada will come knocking, a bottle of white wine hidden lamely behind her back. That made a good housewarming type gift, didn't it? If nothing else, she was trying. And besides, she wasn't really here for the housewarming anyway.]
Well, I thought I saw a-- [She's obviously been talking to herself, or at least expecting Grell when Canada shows up. The room is still immaculately clean, so there's nothing to modestly apologize for.] You found the place quickly.
Of course [which can be directed at either comment. She moves to the window to push the curtains aside, and let in more fresh air.] Magnificent, isn't it?
[Canada hums her agreement, stepping inside. It's endearing, in a funny way, to see Prussia so pleased with her room. She'd call cuteness if she didn't know it would just be refuted.]
Ah, I brought something for you. [And she'll hand over the wine, complete with black and purple ribbons tied around the neck of the bottle, to add an extra touch.]
[She lets out a low whistle; some habits die hard, even in such a ladylike place as the Gardens.] You really are your mother's daughter. [The bottle has a place on the table now, as the whole room is a luxury after living for a year in a shack. She can ask about the occasion, but Prussia isn't about to question free wine.] Let's hope I don't stay here long enough to turn this into a castle.
Let's say I don't want to stay here long enough to start planning for castles. Castles are built to last.
[The fancy glasses aren't her own-borrowed from her landlady--but they're good enough to pour drinks into for her guest.] I never planned to stay here this long, remember?
No, but even if you do get to go home soon, maybe the castle would be your legacy. [Rulers did that, she knew. So why couldn't nations?] Besides, magic's a lot easier to build with that stones are.
Now, is this place worthy of my legacy? [But she's skirting around the subject that she can't very well leave here on whim. She places Canada's glass on the nice writing desk.] I do have fond memories of castles, though.
To my little castle. [The wine is good, still cool enough from the walk outside. She places her hands on either side of the glass appreciatively.] Do you think that's what it takes? Maybe it's time to start my own army.
[The younger nation shrugs as she takes a sip of her drink, eyes flicking to watch Prussia's hands just a moment too long before going back to her face.]
I don't know. I couldn't begin to know, but maybe if you were ready with the right strike at the right time...
Then all it would take is a lucky hit. A bit too appropriate for an unpredictable place like this. [She doesn't dismiss the idea entirely, but Prussia is visibly weary. Setting her glass down with some noise, she hops up, wrenching a stray mistletoe off the window frame.]
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Mind if I come in?
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Ah, I brought something for you. [And she'll hand over the wine, complete with black and purple ribbons tied around the neck of the bottle, to add an extra touch.]
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[The fancy glasses aren't her own-borrowed from her landlady--but they're good enough to pour drinks into for her guest.] I never planned to stay here this long, remember?
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[That's whimsical, even for Canada, and after a moment, she shakes her head, and goes to pick up the glass, holding it up in a toast.]
To your new room, if nothing else.
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I don't know. I couldn't begin to know, but maybe if you were ready with the right strike at the right time...
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The blasted plant is growing everywhere!
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[She's just going to watch. She's already seen Ukraine fight and fail to remove some mistletoe earlier.]
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