Washing the dishes was very soothing for Prussia. It was so easy and methodical, like drills. Scrub, scrub, put it in the dishwasher unless it needed to be washed by hand (if so, hand to Canada where he'd lather it with soap and rinse it). Most of the time they were silent, but today her husband was in a talkative mood.

"Jules?"

"Mmhmm?" Prussia frowned at the pan she was scrubbing. Why were eggs so hard to clean off? Oh yeah, because they were the embryos of baby birds! Why couldn't Birdie eat something less barbaric like sausages in the morning?

"Do you… want kids?" His voice was hesitant. Prussia paused and looked up at him in surprise. He looked down at the sudsy water and blushed.

"I don't know, maybe someday," she confessed. Shaking her head, she resumed the arduous task of scraping egg off the pan. They were silent again for a while. Prussia had finally placed the pan in the dishwasher when Canada spoke again.

"We don't have to have kids."

"I know." Prussia tried to reply lightly, her head spinning a bit from the idea. Her, a mother? She wasn't completely against the idea… she just knew she'd botch it up somehow.

"But Jules…" Canada broke off and bit his lip.

"Ja?"

He glanced at her, his heart in his eyes. "I'd like to have kids."

Letting the scrub brush drop in the sink, Prussia wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. The stone casserole dish he was washing was set aside and he returned the embrace.

They stayed there for a long moment, thinking…