"Nah, they can't get rid of the awesome me without telling my adoring public first!" He winked at England, then took out his pack of cigarettes and offered one to him. "Family shit to take care of. You've got like half the world as your siblings so you know how that goes." Once England had either accepted or declined the cigarette, he put the pack away. Then Prussia crossed his arms behind his head, the picture of relaxation and casual behaviour. Idly, he glanced at the crafters' storefronts and stalls as they walked down the street. He hadn't really looked around here since he had gotten the knife and chest to take England's heart.