[ His fidgeting only stopped when France took that moment to wave at him, stepping through the door and somehow hoping it would be cooler in here than it was in the hallway.

It wasn’t.

He nodded, though, not needing to be told twice to have a seat. This felt weird and he was starting to have second thoughts, his nerves frayed enough that he jumped a little when the other nation returned. So...

He hadn’t even thought out what he was going to say, frowning just a little and staring down into that cup. ]

It’s not terribly urgent but I thought it would be better to talk to you sooner than later...

[ It was urgent, though, wasn’t it? ]

I need to ask you about s-s-s—

[ His mouth was suddenly so dry. Germany taking a careful sip of the coffee thar had been prepared for him. A deep breath. ]

...about being...intimate...? What do you do after it happens? Hypothetically speaking, of course.

[ ...nailed it...? ]