[If France remembers correctly, Prussia has been gone for almost three years now. That brief moment of awkwardness doesn't get past France, but Purssia was kind enough not call France on his low-grade hysteria earlier, so he'll let Prussia have his defence without trying to chip it too much.]

[France pouts instead, hands going to his own hips.]

I am not creepy! And don't lie to yourself, Prussia: you can't live without my glorious loveliness in your life.

[France keeps a hand on his hip as he cocks it slightly, tapping his other hand's forefinger theatrically to the side of his lips as he thinks.]

Oh, dear, I can't remember something so insignificant. I think you missed out on the biggest event in this place's history, too. How typical.