He must be tired, because he doesn't even notice the beginnings of such a grin. Instead, he nods, following behind England cautiously. The glowing bauble is quite helpful -so, moving that rock didn't sap all of England's magic- as he picks his way back through the cavern. Once they're out into the huge expanse that is the cavern containing Darstone, he breathes a sigh of relief.

From there, it isn't too long a journey back to Herrisgeld. The gnome is extraordinarily pleased with their find, especially once the gem is compared in size to his daughter. It is the perfect size to follow the tradition. England, of course, is the one to receive the payment, and after accepting Herrisgeld's thanks, they finally depart. It's grown quite late, and Prussia's main thought is dinner. Not that he wants to cook. Well... he can use some of his earnings from the customs office for dinner.

He invites England along. Just to keep an eye on him, of course. Gotta be sure of what the old man is up to. Can't trust the British and all that.

Besides, he needs someone to drag his arse back to the housing when he inevitably falls asleep into his dinner.