Anyone else might have questioned why England was being so docile and compliant. Prussia simply didn't notice. He knew England could be reasonable about not dragging him all the way back the way he came on the off-chance of food. "Oh, I know just the place!" He grabbed the other nation's arm and happily tugged him down an alleyway and onto a smaller street. It seemed they were headed towards the South District.

The 'bakery' he stopped them in front of hardly looked impressive. In fact, calling it a hole-in-the-wall might be considered an upgrade. An old looking Huglu woman was behind the counter, tending to the oven. Despite the poor appearance of the surroundings, it actually smelled quite delicious near the open storefront. Prussia released England to lean over the counter as far as he could. "Oiiii! Old Lady!"

Which may have been a stupid idea, usually, but Prussia came by here fairly regularly. And, let's face it, even among the newcomers he was pretty distinctive.