[Prussia laughs again. Once they wash themselves.... yeah, okay. Sure, Austria. She'll teach you to do laundry whether you like it or not. But also, her laughter is lighter than her usual malicious-sounding kesesese. It's quieter, more genuine. That Austria's here, able to scold her for something as simple as not wearing proper clothing, after everything they've gone through...

She leans in and takes Austria's hand in a half-remembered gesture from her childhood as a chivalric order. She brings the other woman's hand to her lips and grins over her fingers. Oh yeah, she's so smooth. Swoon over her, Austria!!]

Yeah, yeah. Just admit you want me in your bed again.

[She kisses Austria's hand before letting go, putting her hands on her hips to survey the area.]

Soldiers, huh...? Yeah, I guess you could make an army out of these kids.