[ That was an idea, wasn't it? Writing him a letter? Somehow that seemed like it was something that he could do, but what would he even say... ]
Right, an apology letter, that makes sen--
[ Wait, wait just a second. Had he just...? There was that colour to his face again, this time not out of anger or frustration but absolute mortification. ]
H-HE WAS THE ONE YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT?!
[ There it was again, people assuming that they were that way, that there was something there that he absolutely didn't see. It's was because he was blind, but that was far beyond his grasp right now. If even France thought something like that was going on between them, it was no wonder that other people made the same assumption. ]
[ If even France? This bastard is top at guessing who tops. Please. That goes without saying that anyone that has known Italy and Germany long enough would get some weird, repressed not!couple vibes from them.
But damn, don't yell in caps, bold, and italics, Germany. You might pop a vein. He shushes him quickly, waving his arms around to try and cease the panic before it escalates into meltdown territory. ]
Of course, he was! I mean, I'm not trying to make things weird! [ Clearly, the two of them don't need that help to be successful ] Calm down. We've had enough yelling on this floor lately.
[ France, everyone. Half good advice. Half SHUT UP OH MY GOD. ]
Listen, it's not the end of the world. Write the apology letter. Don't overthink it. Take it from someone that has a decent understanding of relationships barring my own; you two were fine! You are a little slow to accept emotions into your heart but you treat him better than you think. Trust me.
[ Enough yelling? He could have yelled more but he didn't, flopping back against the couch again as he reached up to put his fingers back into his hair again. Yeah, there was no fixing this hair without a shower, not at this point.
Had everyone already heard what had happened and everyone was just too polite to say anything? Or too embarrassed to address it? ]
What if he won't accept it...? We both...we both said a lot of things and I'm not sure how much of it he meant...
[ He had panicked and been scared, but Italy had been angry. ]
[ Hedging bets on embarrassment rather than politeness. This entire apartment building is cursed.
Germany's question makes him stare dumbly for a moment before that impressive blond brow furrows and he allows himself a bit of compassion for his friend. Even if he loved Italy like a brother, France could imagine him being angry as something that only happened when too much had already transgressed to make it right.
But, timing. He takes a drink from his now cold coffee and shrugs politely, but there's a glimmer of understanding. He gets the concern. ]
I think that the best way to find out what was genuine and what was influenced by Sanguis is to be open about it. He's not going to be able to accept an apology if it's never given, Germany, and I know that he's very forgiving. Patient, even.
[ Ahem. ]
He's willingly spent time with me since we were tiny after all! How miserable. [ This is all said for Germany's mental well-being. We all know France thinks that his attention is the best thing since wine and bread. ]
[ His smile broadens a bit, although it's bordering guilty-as-charged here ]
You're going to make me blush, but you're quite good at charming me aren't you?
We are, yes. You could say that she was my former ward. I helped raise her with another of our kind. I still consider her family even after she found her independence from me.
[ France's grin turns impish at the mention of preference. ]
What do you mean? Beyond 'my darling'? [ shameless flirting and all. ] I think that I'd like it if you called me France. It is who and what I am, after all.
[ And despite all of his inner turmoil, somehow that did manage to put the man at ease. It was stupid, but it made him laugh, unsettling as it started it didn't take long for it to turn into something more genuine. ]
How miserable, indeed...!
[ God, why was that so funny to him right now? Maybe it was because he could really see, right at this moment, how helpful France could be. They worked together, but never in a million years did he think that he would be going to him for something like this. Not work related, not even remotely, but it allowed some truth to leak out as his laughter died down. ]
To be fair, people back home that weren't familiar still sensed that something was different about us. Grandchildren confused as to why the man by their young grandparents in photographs looks as if he hasn't aged a day. That kind of thing. I'm just happy that you are taking it so well! I guess that having Vietnam explain some things really helped, hm? You're not wrong...
[ All of that reassurance doesn't stop France from pausing when he notices the pink gracing his companion's cheeks. Ah. Yes. Good. ]
Such words sound natural coming from your lips. I like it. Specifically, the 'my' part.
hahahahaha that's real funny i didn't say anything about ME it's just one of my dude friends he needs some help asap and who am i to deny him help butt to help him i need some support
u know
you've kinda been my bitch for awhile now so i thought i could get some advice
[ Textbook deflection is textbook, at least that's what France is going to silently assume. That, or America really did decide to 'help' a friend by inserting himself into the situation.
Both are actually equally likely. Hm. ]
America, I am nobody's bitch. I think the term you are looking for is 'beloved icon', but 'ally' will do.
So. Does your friend know you're trying to help him?
[ COUGH FRIEND COUGH. Another text follows. ]
Go on. Tell me what struggles your friend is enduring and I'll do my best.
wait h/o something about this guy first i forgot to mention just hypothetically pretend he's a nation like we are ok
so this nation-not-nation guy is living life here u know all carefree, broken away from all of his nation-ly responsibilities no paperwork no president to talk to or prime minister or i guess maybe a fucking QUEEN depending on who he is right
and this place is all about PDA shit so gradually he gets close to this one guy or girl but this guy or girl is like PAINFULLY mortal
like could die any day mortal cause he's/she's kind of a dumbass sometimes
so it's kind of hard what to do i mean who even fucking knows we could get blasted back home without warning like PACHOOOoooo
yeah i know tl'dr probs but i guess
is it even worth it like being in relationship with someone who you could lose and probably not see again via space time continuum bee-ess or via their own poor life decisions that could end their life
*i* personally avoided a lot of relationships back home for this kind of reason but something about being here makes it seem like it's an exception to me idk why
[ Ah, that's a lot to unpack. Literally. France has to scroll up and down to make sense of the 'condensed' version of America's s-- friend's --situation. Of course, there's no question in France's mind that this is the younger nation's issue being addressed.
Usually, he'd tease him further, but he really doesn't have the heart to. After all, he is all too familiar with America's situation. ]
If your friend is wondering if it's worth the emotional investment -- KNOWING full-well that their mortal sweetheart is as you put it 'PAINFULLY' so...
Yes, I'd think so.
Obligation and immortality aside, life is about gains and losses. Even if your friend was mortal, there would still be the very real chance that they could lose their beau due to the fates anyway.
That doesn't stop our citizens from seeking love, and if it does, I feel sad for them. The world is so much bigger when you have such a finite time to live alone.
Personally speaking, I understand being unsure. I think that I've gained quite a reputation for liaisons due to it... Ah. Well, anyway.
This isn't about me. This is about your friend! Right! So...
Would they be hurt living with the unknown of what they could have had? Would they be hurt living after the loss? Both are probably 'yes'.
At least there are fond memories with the second option, no matter how intimidating that may be. If they're putting this much thought into it though, asking for help I'd hate to see them not at least try.
i should have known you would say something like this like i'm not mad at the response but i'm not surprised either.. ur pretty much a love trumps all kinda person
yeah?
[ Though, he's smiling a bit behind his device. ]
did u have a lot of serious relationships with humans through ur years?
Love can be many things but I think your friend focusing on an unknown end --inevitable of course, but largely unknown!-- is keeping him from experiencing a beginning.
...more of what you expected though, I'm sure. I'd hate to disappoint.
Speaking hypothetically, if your friend had the same circumstances as us nations, wouldn't it be nice to explore certain things that you cannot have back home? Without having to report back to bosses...
Or dealing with long, complicated histories... It might be nice?
[ sending out an s.o.s. hooooo boy. ]
I wouldn't say a lot, but a few that I am particularly fond of.
i guess ur right i should just go for it because humans are going to die and leave us behind anyway i just hate getting attached so quickly i'm independent dammit
[ He hasn't realized that he's admitted his cover already. ]
[ Hey America, can you hear the rather triumphant hoot from your not!uncle's apartment? If you're home, yes. If not, you're saved from that embarrassment. Ohonhonhon--gag me. ]
I do enjoy beautiful men...
Hm. Though, it seems you do as well. I'm so proud! Who is he?!
Also goodness, don't be silly. You can be romantically tied to someone and still have your own identity. You're not a child, no matter how young you are.
But yes, it is hard to get attached. I'll give you that one.
yeah well sometimes i feel sorry for people and fall on their lips don't think much of it
fuck don't make this weird for me, ok??? it's not like my first time being with someone i just idk its different cuz i feel like my life is different here almost like i feel human
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