There was no shyness, no coy glances or instinctive flinches on England's part, which prompted Prussia to reach with her free hand to cup the back of her head. She hardly felt the weight settling on her lap, just the warmth and the scent and the evaporating dampness. And then there were teeth and nips she could swear were her own, but she wasn't sure anymore.

There was a careful, nagging voice at the back of her head, more concerned with the impulsiveness of this act, but it was swiftly silenced as the intimacy of another person became too real to bother with it.