They have never really hung out before.
This is the thought that goes through Prussia's head as he sits just across from Norway, who is drinking coffee slowly, seeming so grown up when compared to Prussia and his hot chocolate with extra marshmallows.
Norway is watching the cake Prussia has ordered with a bored sort of interest. Prussia breaks a piece of with a fork and offers it, still finding himself surprised when Norway takes him up on the offer and bites into the piece of cake, no smile appearing on his face but a sort of contentedness floating in the liquid indigo eyes.
Prussia smiles immediately of course; they are chalk and cheese, but he wouldn't mind doing this again.
