Tossing the pebble about in the cold was not the best fun he had but it was the best he could do. He had sort of just shown up and, quite frankly, didn't even knew if his brother knew he had shown up. He had not arrived with Germany but just appeared to see if he could meet someone to have some fun with. Of course, he had forgotten how long these things tended to take now. In the past, World Meetings had been so much shorter. It only took a few minutes for someone to declare war and tackle another nation across a table. A small smirk formed on the white-haired man's face as he thought back to the good, good times he had. It was a simpler time and a much more pleasant one.

"Prus!"

The rock fell past his hand as he was assaulted quite suddenly by a small yet powerful girl. Had she not grabbed him firmly by the waist, he probably would have crashed to the ground from the force of her running straight into him. "Spain!" Prussia exclaimed before several loud cracks came from his back. It took ever fibre of Prussia's being not to cry out in pain in the affectionate yet agonizing hug. But he was unable to help cringing all the same. He didm;t mention it at all since it made him uncomfortable to admit such a weakness but he wasn't as durable as other nations. He hurt and bruised much more easily in an almost pitiful way. Sure he was more durable than a mere human but when it came to the other nations, he just couldn't compare. 

"Aw, man!" He managed to say, trying to twist about in her grip so he could properly return the hug. Being around Spain was really what he needed right now. He had been stuck in a very bad trench of late with the light at the end getting dimmer and dimmer. But he had barely seen Spain for five seconds and he was already feeling better. Not completely healed but better all the same. Any improvement was appreciated. "It's been so long! You've got to come back to Germany with me so we can get some proper beer. Was France in there too or is it just us this time?" He didn't even consider the possibility she could be busy with actual duties because, hey, they always made time for each other. That was just how they worked. But even if France was a no-show, he was fine. He just wanted to spend time with his friends.

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England glanced over at America as he berated her for London's weather. Honestly, it wasn't that bad. If anything, it was consistent. It was consistently rainy, that was all. But insulting her food was all she could take. "There is nothing wrong with English food," She snapped immediately, staring at America as her cane irritably tapped against the ground. Fish and chips were absolutely delightful, as were other foods. So France had a little tastier food. But hers was still perfectly fine. "At least I have my own food. You just claim other nation's foods and claim it is your own."