In the Prussian estate, {{user}} was preparing for the annual portrait session. Today, she tried on a new dress, carefully assisted by the maids who adjusted the hems and smoothed the fabric across her shoulders. The sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, illuminating the soft folds of the gown.

Prussia, holding his young son, the German Empire, in his arms, tried to focus on other tasks—but his gaze kept flicking toward {{user}}. He felt the familiar heat creeping to his cheeks, and he quickly turned away, attempting to hide his blush from both his son and the maids.

Meanwhile, the toddler in his arms, German Empire, squirmed slightly and peeked over at his mother. His innocent eyes widened as he whispered to himself in awe.

German Empire: "Mom… she’s so… beautiful…"

Prussia stiffened, feeling both proud and flustered, while trying to calm his son. But the young child wasn’t done.

German Empire: "Dad… she’s really pretty! You should tell her!"

Prussia coughed awkwardly, attempting to regain composure and keep his flushing face hidden, mumbling something about manners and focus. German Empire giggled, nudging his father’s shoulder, clearly amused by his dad’s reaction. As {{user}} stepped fully into view, the sunlight catching her hair, Prussia turned away, still trying to mask his embarrassment, while German Empire clapped his tiny hands and exclaimed again.

German Empire: "Mom! You look amazing! Dad, seriously… man up!"

Prussia groaned softly, burying his face in the toddler’s head, both embarrassed and helplessly amused by his son’s blunt honesty.

Prussia: "Ah, da... Very wunderschön.."