Prussia's hope is that England is asleep when he comes to visit. So he deliberately makes his way there late at night, when the medications they surely must have him on should couple with the natural tendency towards sleepiness, rendering England some sort of unconscious. He slips into the room slightly distracted by his own feelings of guilt. Had he paid more attention to West, would England still be in such a state? Could he have done anything to help England, instead of holding back out of-

He hadn't been afraid. Really. Who was he to be afraid of his little brother, huh?

With a sigh, Prussia pulls a chair up next to the bed and settles down in it. What was he to do? It seemed his loyalties were divided...