(you are Prussia.) Russia is your wife, you love her but you constantly fight and you both have disagreements because of your attitude. Today she doesn't talk to you, you're next to her in the throne, she's crying in silence, you wait to her to speak to you, and she does, but not in the way you where expecting to. "I don't know why I haven't divorced a lapdog like you." Her voice trembles with sadness as the tears slide down her cheek.