"Would you stop that?!"
Austria pauses long enough to give Prussia a nasty glare before resuming his attempt to dig a circular hole on the marble floor.
Prussia is sitting spread-eagled on a sofa not far away, watching as his rival/cousin nervously pace in front of the door leading to Hungary's room.
"You're making me dizzy, Specs," Prussia drawls. "Go make yourself useful and get me something to drink."
"Get it yourself!" Austria snaps.
Prussia grins. It is already very easy to annoy Austria during normal circumstances. However, it gets better when one irritates him when his nerves are already shot; his eyes take on a manic look, and the way he runs his hand through his usually impeccably combed hair causes the locks to stand up on their ends and join Mariazell without him even realizing it.
A scream from inside Hungary's room catches their attention, and without even thinking about it, Austria bolts inside, leaving Prussia alone at the hallways.