"We only did that because you didn't bring enough money!" Prussia replied as he rubbed the top of the woman's head affectionately. It was a happy memory and even if he jokingly berated her, it was pleasant to think back to their many misadventures. Where had the time gone? He had been sleeping late, wandering around in the middle of the night and just doing nothing. If he recalled, it had been several months since he had last seen Spain and he had hardly been on Skype since then. It felt good to be back with his friend.

The white-haired nation looked up and squinted as a familiar voice sounded from the stairs. A slightly blurred form came close and joined the 'cuddle-puddle', as Spain called it and, as he drew closer, the blurs turned out to be France. Now both of his friends had appeared. The three mischievous musketeers were finally back together! And while Prussia did not mind the kiss on the cheek, the talk about his height was too much. It was like when he was littler and everyone felt the need to address him by putting their hands on their knees and squatting slightly. But France was his friend and the jokes were all in good nature so he didn't kick him between the legs like he did when other people insulted him.

"You're just a giant!" Prussia exclaimed back, raising his hands to push France's chin off his head. When the topic of beer was brought up again, he gave his two friends a warm smile. "Yeah, but this is Denmark," he replied as he moved his hand away from Spain to wiggle his finger in exclamation. "If you want proper alcohol, we've got to go back to Germany. More specifically, Germany's house! He's always got extra beer and wine and other stuff so he wouldn't notice if we drank some. And then, we won't have to pay! It sounds good, ja?" He beamed at the two of them, thinking it to be a rather clever idea. Germany could always get more beer. He was always getting more beer. Who cared if they took some?