"You what?" Austria sat upright at his desk, staring at Prussia with disbelief.

Prussia averted his eyes away from Austria, his arms folded stubbornly accross his chest. "I think you heard me the first time," he said. "I want to help you against France. Do you accept my offer or not?"

Austria adjusted his collar and coughed softly into his hand. "My question is, what led you to asking me? You obviously don't care for me in the least, France was your ally in the last war, which was against me, by the way. It just seems like you're trying desperately to contradict yourself. What are you planning?"

Annoying as ever, I see, Prussia thought. He let out a exasperated sigh. "Do you really need to question me? Is it that neseccary? Let's be honest; I have a pretty powerful kingdom. You'd be stupid to reject me as an ally in this war."

"...I still don't trust you."

"Damn you."

An unrecognized voice spoke up unexpetedly. "Why not just let him join, hm?"

Both Austria's and Prussia's heads wipped around, searching for the speaker. They spotted him in the middle of the open doorway. He wore a plain white flannal shirt with a ruffle scarf tied around his collar. His brown leather boots seemed worn, and he too had a sword in its belt holster. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and sighed. "Really," he said. "You'd think you wouldn't have to think twice with ally proposals."

Austria narrowed his eyes at the man. "What are you doing here, Britain?" he asked.

Britain frowned and took off his black leather gloves. "Why else do you think I'd be here? Or are you two talking about a completely different war than the one I assumed you to be focused on?"

Anger boiled inside Austria at the very sight of the Englishman. "What makes you think I'd trust you after how you abandoned me in the last war?"

Britain loosened his scarf and shook his head. "In case you've forgotten, the reason I became neutral was because I was satisfied with the damage caused to France. If you haven't noticed, this war is all about France. Therefore, you have my word that I'll stay in this war until the very end."

"Oh. If only I had asked for your word in the last war instead of having to rely on Hungary after getting completely pulverized because I had no help whatsover. All because someone had decided to leave out of nowhere with a simple note."

"Heh, I thought it was kind of funny, actually..."

"Not helping, Prussia."

It was understandable that Austria was holding a grudge against Britain after all these years, but it was starting to get on Britain's nerves. "Austria. You can give me whatever punishment you believe I deserve for abandoning you later. It's obvious that you're struggling, and yet you let your pride get in the way of attaining allies. In the end, how is that going to work out for you?"

He had a point, Austria knew. He let out a defeated sigh. "Fine," he said. "I accept your offers of alliance."

"About time," Prussia said, somewhat satisfied that he didn't have to argue with Austria. Britain smiled slightly, feeling the same as Prussia.

Once everything had been settled, Prussia and Britain left the room. They had already planned out an official day of attack. Prussia and Austria were to attack France while Britain was to help the French rebels. They would get into details later.

"No hard feelings about the last war, right?" Britain asked as they made their way down the grand staircase.

Prussia shook his head. "You didn't exactly bother me, so I barely noticed you." It was supposed to be reassuring, but Britain couldn't help but take it a little offensively. He shook it off.

When they reached the bottom, Prussia was about to head to exit with Britain when he noticed Hungary. "I'll see you later then," Prussia said to Britain distractedly, and then went up to her. "Hey."

Hungary spun around quickly and sighed with relief once she saw it was just him. "Prussia, you startled me," she said with a slightly harsh tone.

Prussia grinned. "Yes, I know. My awesomeness can tend to be a bit intimidating to some," he chuckled.

Hungary rolled her eyes and turned to walk in the other direction. Prussia followed, not quite ready to let her go just yet. "Hey, was it something I said?"

"Something you did, at least," Hungary replied, not bothering to look at him when she spoke. She was obviously referring to war she had to fight him in.

Prussia laughed. "Hungary, you know you can't stay mad at me. Even when we were little. C'mon." He stepped in front of her. "You can learn to forgive and forget, right?"

Hungary tried to walk past him to her right, but he blocked her. It happened again when she tried to move to her left. She frowned. "You're a very difficult wall, you know," she said, and then couldn't stop herself from laughing. He was right about her not being able to be mad at him for long.

Prussia smiled to himself. "So I'm guessing you're not gonna go up against Francy?"

Hungary shook her head. "No, I have other priorities," she said with a bit of regret. Prussia could tell that she wanted very badly to fight, though. She had always been like that, even when she was younger. It must be killing her not to fight in a war against France. He chuckled.

"That's too bad; you'd make a really strong ally," he said.

Hungary laughed. "Thanks, but I could tell you're just trying to flatter me to get me to join."

"Is it working?"

Hungary smiled, a sight Prussia always loved to see. "I'm afraid not. It's too much work for me right now, anyway. Perhaps another time."

Prussia shook his head with a smirk on his face. "You're the only woman I know who actually looks forward to wars," he laughed, causing him to get a playful slap on the arm by Hungary. They both started laughing then until they were inturrupted.

"Prussia. I believe you have an army to prepare, yes?"

Prussia looked up and saw Austria eyeing him from the top of the staircase. Prussia narrowed his eyes and nodded. "I do. Thank you for reminding me of my priorities, Austria-san," he replied coldly. He nodded to Hungary politely and left, feeling Austria's gaze burn into the back of his skull until he closed the front the door on himself.