He wasn't sure why that suddenly had England crying, but it was something. Part of him felt bad. The rest of him was absolutely righteous about the fact that he'd somehow hit a sore point! England deserved to be miserable; he'd done nothing to keep them from tearing his lands from him, scattering his people, wiping every trace of him from the map and handing his heart fully to his traitorous no, not really, you couldn't help who your boss was or what he did little brother who Prussia would give his life for a thousand times over again if he could.

"Does that mean I still what?"