[W-What is she saying!? His hand draws back from the tank. His forehead grows more damp than the hand he used to pet the fish.]

[His eyes dart back to the little boy with messy hair and a big grin with a lot of missing teeth. He wouldn't want to deny her in front of him, but that would mean he would have to lie! He clears his throat, with his face gone beet red. But really, what's gotten into you Belgium!?]

Ah, y-yeah! We're good lovers!

I'm lucky to have someone as beautiful as her!

[The boy quickly pouts and kicks at the floor. That's too bad, he says, Germany would have been good for his mom.]