Perhaps just a little. Or maybe it's just the subject being discussed. Prussia leans in, tracing his tongue over his lips, about to egg England on further... when he remembers that, oh, yes. They're in a hospital and England is in traction.

Which is not as much of a mood killer as you'd think. It's actually the sudden crushing wave of guilt that kills it for Prussia. Gilbert. "Sounds exciting." He clears his throat. "Still, no need to get all worked up about it right now..."