Prussia's sullen admittance was at least something. Normally he might not even have gone that far, might not even have allowed the possibility that he'd been defeated in what was essentially a fair contest. Not that Prussia had really admitted it, considering everything that was going on and how he clearly thought that he had won anyway, but it was enough for now. Besides, Ludwig realized that there were far more important things to discuss, and there was never any profit on dwelling on Prussia's military exploits or blunders from the past. Save only as object lessons.

But the sudden change to Hungary threw him off to no end. Prussia and Hungary had... history. Germany didn't know all of the details, but the two never got along. Even as a young nation, Ludwig had learned to never get between the two of them, and even in the future, the results of their meetings almost never went well. So to bring it up now... the younger nation frowned.

Prussia knew how serious Ludwig took it. He flipped open his notebook and took out a pen, both of which he always kept on his person, and poised it to take notes. "Tell me more. Leave out nothing."