He had been headed back from the Steps. If anyone were to ask what he had been doing out there, he'd have said something about pricing a flat or a house in that district, but the truth of it was that he had been busy watching and admiring the Chocolina as they flew from their homes in the early morning. Ahhhh, but Prussia was jealous! He didn't so much mind this place, except for the part about living underground. It meant that even if he had the resources to build an airplane, there was no point to it, as there was no room to fly. If only he had wings! Then he'd be as free and awesome as a little bird!

Prussia had just been wondering what he'd look like as a Chocolina -silly, he knew, shut up- when his thoughts were intereupted by a familiar voice. He glanced over his shoulder, tossing a careless smirk at England around the cigarette in his mouth. "Well, well. Can't keep away from my awesomeness for long, huh?" He shoved his hands into his pants' pockets. Despite the chill in the air, he didn't seem bothered by the fact that he was only wearing his uniform shirt (sans anything that would indicate it was more than a black dress shirt). No coat or jacket or even a tie. And still no Cross.