so take it on the chin, 'cause that's showbiz. {prussia; week 3; monday.}

[zwischenzugs]

[Mello is many things, but forgiving isn't one of them. He's still more than lightly salted about finding his name submitted not once but twice for culprit during last Saturday's trial, and the longer he dwells on it, the saltier he gets. Honestly, it practically counts as nice that he waited a whole day after Austria's execution to track Prussia down.]

You wrote my name down.

[Yep, that's it. No opening pleasantries, no beating around the bush.]

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[eisenundblut]

Sure did.

[Prussia doesn't sound surprised or apologetic at being confronted, though she looks tired and mutely angry still. Her voice is crisp and clear, compared to its usual slurring of contractions and improper grammar, and her eyes are sharp as she looks back to him.]

You weren't in any danger, kid. Everyone was going to execute that stupid aristocrat no matter what I said. A name had to go down.

[zwischenzugs]

[She's not wrong? But it's the principle of the thing.]

So why pick my name? There are dozens of others who wouldn't be picked.