There was a stifled noise at the back of her throat. She had kept her eyes open all the way, watching the change in color on England's fair face. Prussia had been caught by surprise, and her shoulders trembled slightly with the effort to stay still, momentarily. Breaking the kiss at last, she gave a nip to England's lower lip, tugging and pulling between her teeth.

Her own face must be so pink by now, she reasoned, but she was more intrigued by the other nation's boldness.