Austria: Good morning Prussia.

Prussia: *protects his cheeks from a bītch slap*

Austria: ...

Prussia: ...

Prussia: Say it.

Austria: I want you to bītch slap someone.

Prussia: Can't you do it?

Austria: We'll both do it.

Prussia: Vhy vould I accompany you?

Austria: There's a vampire who always hang around Hungary.

Prussia: Biatch, vhy didn't you say so earlier? *readies hands*