"You will," Canada assured, watching Prussia carefully, to the point where she distracted herself a moment, just keeping watch of the kingdom's safety. A moment later though, she caught herself and stepped onto the ice, taking a graceful, gliding push forward, before turning around to continue the motion backward, all the better to watch her friend with.

"I have a particular fondness for kicking Russia's butt, which you never seem to exactly have anything against." She paused, almost thoughtfully. "I like beating my sister, too. It's best when I can kill both birds with one stone. Or puck, I suppose."