Just as France was turning up the thermostat, Prussia burst through the front door. "Alright, the awesome me has a great announcement!"
Neither France nor Spain said a word.
"Por una Cabeza!"
"Quel?"
"What about it?"
With a hand on his hip, Prussia looked to Spain. "What kind of demented song compares women to horses, huh?"
"I asked myself that too, once, then I listened to the entire song. It's really somethin'." Spain said, smiling as he usually does.
"Ah, Pour une Tête," France sighed. "Mon ami, I'm stunned as to how you even heard of such a work of art, let alone became so intrigued by it."
"My awesome score on Piano Tiles, obviously," Prussia answered.
"Your score...?"
"Yeah, my highest! Really cool, right?" Prussia removed his jacket and threw it at Spain. "Geez, it's hot in here."
"Oh, sorry," France smirked. "Should I leave?"
There's a remix of it, actually. For some reason I just love the way it sounds. I don't really care for the lyrics though.