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Prus *hold up baby Teutonic while Swabia panics in the background*: Hey everyone look I have a—-*sees the sack of constantinople* what the hell..?
* HRE is too busy fighting his currently ablaze uncle—the byzantine empire—to care *
“Okay, well, I am going to go deck out the newest grandson of Rome in chainmail and give him a weapon!” Prus announces, “How does that sound, Swabia?”
Swabia: “can we just get out of here?! I want to go back to the Holy See—and Bavaria!"
Prus * attempting to approach his younger brother Byzantine * : “one moment, I must—-”
Royaume d’France barging through: “MAKE WAY! GRANDPA AND GRANDSON BONDING TIME IS COMMENCING! C’MON ANGEVIN!”
Agevin: “But—wait—about—Saxony—”
Royaume d’France “Don’t care! It’s just us two, grandson, and the rest of the world! Think of the adventures we could have together, grandson!”
Duche de Normandie:”YKNOW HE’S NOT YOUR GRANDKID, RIGHT?!”
*Prus, getting increasingly annoyed* “Sawbia. We are going to the Holy See and we are going to raise our son there until I stab myself or until San Marino takes my soul.”