England had just gotten back from a day of errands and she was now picking up the house. She had planned on curling up with a good book and a cup of tea, or perhaps take a nice bath. She was walking to her staircase when she heard the knock at the door. Who the hell was that, coming here so late? She frowned and opened the door.
Waiting outside England's door, Prussia's cocky grin flourished on her face as she realized that England was frowning already. Whether this was because she had opportunity to improve upon things or so easily make the other's entire weekend awful, Prussia wasn't about to decide.
"England!" she greeted, almost too loudly, "Have you missed me?"
Why did people feel the need to visit her without saying they were coming? What if her house had been messy, or she had been asleep? England rubbed her forehead. "What the hell do you want?"
"I'll take that as a yes, since you've obviously missed my awesome company as much as I've missed yours." Prussia's smile, for a moment, shows something genuinely fond before being replaced with her usual... confidence again. Definitely confidence, not arrogance. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Of course she did, because she was amazing. England finally went out to the living room carrying a tray with the hot kettle and two porcelain cups on it. She had so many tea sets, but Prussia had probably seen this one before, maybe long ago.
"Oh," England replied, cheeks darkening a bit. She had rattled off the number too easily, as though it were nothing. And that was subject to teasing, most likely. "Who knows. Longer than I can count." A bluff. She set the tray on the table and took a seat across from Prussia, on the couch. There, she began pouring tea. For her guest first, of course, and then herself.
"And here I thought you were going to give me an answer in hours." Prussia's smirk had returned, rather unladylike, although she did sit and wait politely for England to finish pouring the tea before reaching for her cup, taking a dainty sip from it as she watched the other kingdom. The kingdom that was still a kingdom. Absolute terms were hard, roles always changing. None more so than theirs.
"What have you been doing for the past twelve years, five months, and two days?"
England scoffed behind her teacup, but she had already mentally prepared herself for Prussia's attitude. She had to, or she would never be able to tolerate her. Not everything about Prussia was bad... But England would never say so.
"You know. Working, keeping the peace, signing contracts, taking care of royal weddings. Things like that."
"Ah, I heard about that," she said, referring to the royal wedding. One of those world events she watched from afar. Former colonies with heat waves and beaches were good for things like that. "It was supposedly quite lovely."
England sighed as she finished her tea, not wanting to bring any more of that war up again. It hurt too much. England had considered Germany as a monster, for a long time. But the two had been able to tip-toe around this issue. Those wars were certainly nothing Germany was proud of. She'd even tried to hide the history. But England still remembered being bombed night after night, and often had nightmares about it.
She set the cup on the table and then began taking out her pigtails to distract herself from looking at Prussia's face. "I find that interesting for you to say such a thing. You certainly did not seem to think that way when you aided America's plight for independence." It had been enough for America to want to get away, but for Prussia and France to help? Well, England had just about lost it. She'd had a nervous breakdown!
"There is a fine line between supporting a colony who showed some promise of being a worthwhile nation and actively destroying states that existed before you took to the seas." Prussia's tone remained cool, eyes fixed on England, even as the other obviously avoided looking her way.
Is that what they were going to do? Sit here and point fingers? England didn't know why she was surprised. Things always seemed to turn out this way for them, they always pushed each others' buttons unless they were working together towards a common goal. As brave as Prussia seemed, it looked as though she also couldn't help thinking about what had happened before. It actually was a bit foreign to see her friend so down-heartened and serious, but England supposed that she could not blame her.
England had to hold herself back from tossing the damn cup at Prussia's stupid face. But she decided to do something better. She got to her feet and marched off to the kitchen again where she swung open the refrigerator door and grabbed two beer bottles. Faster still, she returned and came up behind Prussia's chair, dangling the bottle in front of her.
Now this was exactly what she wanted. Feeling particularly smug, she took the bottle and set her teacup down, opening the beer and taking a sip, eyes looking to England to watch that oh-so-grouchy face.
England opened her own bottle and moved around to take her place on the couch again. The beer was extra bitter because of the tea still in her taste buds, but that wasn't bad. She preferred a paler drink, and if Prussia wanted anything stronger, she would just have to deal with this. Unless she wanted to go to a store.
England kept quiet as she drank, training her eyes on Prussia's face. They were staring each other down.
Prussia was loving this, more than she rightfully should have, maybe. Eyes locked with England's, she hardly tasted the beer, save for some fleeting thought that it wasn't awful, but she could do better. After a moment, she lowered the bottle, swallowing her mouthful of beer and licking her lips.
England grinned and leaned over so that she fell against the couch. She could still see Prussia over the table, and she rubbed her cheek against the cushions. "I'm... not wearing... pigtailsh anymore~" she hiccuped. "They're not too... too comfortable..."
"Then why do you wear them all the time?" She tilted her head slightly, tilting what could have been mistaken for a genuine smile along with it so she could look at England straight on.
"I don't. All the time..." England managed to say before she closed her eyes and made herself even more comfortable. She was still smiling warmly, like a content, purring cat. Prussia's scent soothed her. "Maybe you shouuuuld wear them. Shomeday." Her grin became even more cat-like, less innocent and more sly. "That'd be cute."
Prussia arched an eyebrow, enthralled by the progression of those lips. Then, quite abruptly, she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, one hand extended toward England.
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"England!" she greeted, almost too loudly, "Have you missed me?"
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"Oh," England replied, cheeks darkening a bit. She had rattled off the number too easily, as though it were nothing. And that was subject to teasing, most likely. "Who knows. Longer than I can count." A bluff. She set the tray on the table and took a seat across from Prussia, on the couch. There, she began pouring tea. For her guest first, of course, and then herself.
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"What have you been doing for the past twelve years, five months, and two days?"
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"You know. Working, keeping the peace, signing contracts, taking care of royal weddings. Things like that."
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She set the cup on the table and then began taking out her pigtails to distract herself from looking at Prussia's face. "I find that interesting for you to say such a thing. You certainly did not seem to think that way when you aided America's plight for independence." It had been enough for America to want to get away, but for Prussia and France to help? Well, England had just about lost it. She'd had a nervous breakdown!
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"...It's late. I'll escort you to the door."
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"It may be twelve years and six months next time."
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"Here. See if you still think it's bad."
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England kept quiet as she drank, training her eyes on Prussia's face. They were staring each other down.
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"At least it's not American."
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"Give me hair ties," she said simply.
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