for wild_kuken;

[whorestria]

[Elegantly- and for once not too archaically, unless you count the rather dashing Ascot- dressed and toying with his cuffs as he stands before a mirror in his study, Austria waits, occasionally glancing at the clock; still plenty of time. He takes his glasses off, then puts them back on, then off, on- and eventually decides to leave them on and

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[wild_kuken]

[Prussia meanwhile spent all morning tearing apart her closet. It's not that she wants to look nice for him, or that she's excited because this is her first date or anything; after all most of her relationships could be described as one night stands with guys in bars, or soldiers, or nations she happens to be allied with, and dinner parties with her old bosses hardly count as she had to endure those regardless of whether she was having affairs with them, or their wives, or not. The point is she doesn't exactly have a lot of date suitable clothes, and there was a lot of destruction involved to find what she eventually chose; a light blue sun dress that brushes just below her knees and is low cut enough to be a tease but enough not to be immodest

[whorestria]

[It's the help, unfortunately; Autria doesn't think it's quite proper to answer himself, so a maid will see Prussia in, nodding politely and offering her a seat in the reception room just off the hallway, and a drink should she so desire. Austria, hearing the bell and being tipped off by the staff, hastily does another check in the mirror before fussing around with his jacket, and his cufflinks, and those damnable glasses yet again.]

[wild_kuken]

[She's not entirely surprise and she's civil enough to the maid, waving her off politely because yes she really prefers to stand while she waits and no she doesn't need a drink thank you. Once she's gone she starts to fidget, and she busies herself looking around and challenging herself to try to spot all the differences between this room and corresponding room in Lieselotte's house while she waits.]

[whorestria]

[The maid reports Prussia's unwillingness to sit or drink to Austria, looking anxious, as if she worries that she wasn't hospitable enough; Austria waves her away with the simple explanation of 'it's Prussia'. Staff gone, he casts one last frowning glance at the mirror, before rolling his eyes at himself and padding softly over into the reception room.]

...Good evening.

[Wow, she got short.]