"But it's always what I can't have that I want the most," she confessed, shifting so her hair would be within England's reach. It was comfortable. She'd only allowed Germany that before, but young Germany had been the only one to reach out to her so naturally before.

The robe had slid off her shoulders in her movement, but her neck was still fairly warm from all the air blown against it for her to notice the growing chill. "It's about wanting more. Isn't that what keeps us alive?" she looked over a bare shoulder at England, the distance between them having been shortened with the change in Prussia's position.