As soon as they were safe, Prussia began to slow down, until finally he came to a stop. With shaking arms -why were they shaking? he wasn't scared or anything- he got England back on the ground, and even managed to set him on his feet. (Although part of him was tempted to just drop the island.) Huh. His legs weren't sore at all. That was good. Prussia had expected to be in a bit of pain after that sort of sprint, but really the only thing that hurt were his sides. Probably from running like that and yelling.

Oh. The ground was approaching a bit faster than he'd anticipated, although he didn't remember deciding to sit. Well. Okay. Sitting was good.

Laying down sprawled on his back was even better.

...

Now his legs decided to burn. Wonderful. "Owwwww..."