"Stop calling me that. Show some respect." Perhaps he was just being grumpy on principle now. Prussia couldn't very well complain about what they were doing, or truly offer any other response to West's words, but he wasn't going to let the younger nation have the last word.

That convoluted... metaphor? It certainly wasn't a simile, but... oh, well, whatever it was; Germany's convoluted description of himself made Prussia sigh. What was with the brat and puppies anyways? Birds were clearly superior. It was an eagle that had adorned his flag, after all, not some damn dog. He crossed his arms over his chest as he followed, resolutely ignoring the citizens they passed.

It would truly surprise them more if West did manage to get them lost, all things considered. Especially as he was well aware his brother had to walk everywhere. (He would have been more inclined to lend his car had it not been for that certain incident involving the river. Cars were expensive!)