[Then Austria's shouting, and for a moment, Prussia's taken aback, her eyes widening. Holy shit, she didn't think that aristocrat had it in her, to yell in a place like this. She was expecting to keep prompting her until Austria got frustrated and smacked her again.
All at once, her face looks very, very vulnerable as she gazes straight ahead, meeting Austria's eyes with stunned disbelief. Like this is another hallucination, or another dream, or-- she doesn't know what this is. Like she's afraid to hope that this might be real, that after centuries of hatred, decades of strife, that Austria could finally say what Prussia knew about herself all along.]
Lieb' dich, [she says, very quietly, almost as if questioning what Austria's saying, as if asking her to confirm. But she can't even tease her into yelling again, prompting her to change her mind; it had been loud enough, decisive enough, that even Prussia can't question it, not really.]
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All at once, her face looks very, very vulnerable as she gazes straight ahead, meeting Austria's eyes with stunned disbelief. Like this is another hallucination, or another dream, or-- she doesn't know what this is. Like she's afraid to hope that this might be real, that after centuries of hatred, decades of strife, that Austria could finally say what Prussia knew about herself all along.]
Lieb' dich, [she says, very quietly, almost as if questioning what Austria's saying, as if asking her to confirm. But she can't even tease her into yelling again, prompting her to change her mind; it had been loud enough, decisive enough, that even Prussia can't question it, not really.]