[Oh, man, if Marianne just had the order, she would kill both Prussia and his stupid scrawny bird thing. She spits a couple of flames at them both and goes over to snuggle in France's lap. France picks her up and kisses both of her eyelids affectionately.]

My beautiful girl.

[France ignores what Prussia is saying and doing, just snuggles Marianne.]

Oh, but a soup or roast would do the boy good. He's so tiny; you remember how much you used to eat as a child, don't you?