Holy…motherfucking…shit. I'm sitting somewhere, HIDING FROM IRELAND, because I found out the extent she acts like a Mimbrate. All those thees and thous and doths are SO FUCKING ANNOYING! And I can't figure out how to get onto the roof so that I can haul her up there so she can have some COMMOM SENSE AGAIN! AGH! Okay, this is what happened:
When we walked in, she had taken my arm, but once she stepped through the oak doors, she moved differently, more gracefully, and seemed to fill her gown differently. She became lighter, and evidently it was because she'd tossed her brains away. And she started talking so… formally, like I was a king or something. She even called me Korodullin at one point, which I would assume is the name of an important Mimbrate.
And that's why I'm hiding and hoooooly shit SHE FOUND ME! HELP ME JOURNAL! HELP!
(Prussia is now being forced to dance with an insane female Nation acting like the Arendish Countess Vasrana.)