"I hate it here," Prussia retorted, without missing a beat. Her freshly dried fringe hid the dark look in her eyes as she shifted to rest her head on her arms, "Any more of this and I'll be inclined to think I could be human..."

The thought made her sit up to brush her hair off her shoulders with satisfaction. For some reason, it was easier to talk to England about what ran through her mind. The others, though...

"I've had enough of things I know I can't possess," she explained, finally.