[ There is a flicker of impatience in how he huffs at Germany's denial and backhanded criticism of the nations en masse -- though, he's just as likely to share it. The thing that saves Germany from being scolded on his evaluation of their Italian counterpart is that he knows it isn't coming from a bad place. It may be confusion and a healthy amount of frustration -- sure, but not it's not bad.
He waits until the end, groaning in sympathy (is it sympathy? probably) at the conclusion of their 'romantic' evening. Honestly, he'd heard snippets of their fight even before he'd pressed his ear against the wall in morbid curiosity (eavesdropping was even worse than voyeurism, let's be real) that night. ]
Germany, I've been your partner now for decades and through the years I have watched you truly flourish and grow into a truly admirable nation. You have always had a very level head on your shoulders.
[ The blond leans forward, resting on a knee to look at him, but not before a hand flicks toward Germany's rather ruffled appearance. Not so level-headed right now. ]
My main criticism in regard to how we differ -- and where those frustrations you experience lay -- is that there has always been a disconnect between your brilliant mind and your heart. We may not be human but we certainly feel. I hinted on this at the festival, along with pursuing him. Perhaps I was wrong in even putting it out there that there needed to be intent behind your relationship. My only saving grace is that it was vague enough that you didn't catch on.
Honestly, I cannot fault you for being confused or overwhelmed by the timing. [ A shrug punctuates a very genuine sentiment and he leans back, taking a moment to think. ] Apologize for reacting so brashly, for one!
Ill-timed or not, he's always worn his heart on his sleeve. [ It's part of the reason why they balance each other out but you'd think by now the pair would have rubbed off on one another. Well, as far as demeanor. He sighs. ] If it's difficult to do it face to face, perhaps you should script it out. Use what you are good at to supplement the areas where you are weaker.
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He waits until the end, groaning in sympathy (is it sympathy? probably) at the conclusion of their 'romantic' evening. Honestly, he'd heard snippets of their fight even before he'd pressed his ear against the wall in morbid curiosity (eavesdropping was even worse than voyeurism, let's be real) that night. ]
Germany, I've been your partner now for decades and through the years I have watched you truly flourish and grow into a truly admirable nation. You have always had a very level head on your shoulders.
[ The blond leans forward, resting on a knee to look at him, but not before a hand flicks toward Germany's rather ruffled appearance. Not so level-headed right now. ]
My main criticism in regard to how we differ -- and where those frustrations you experience lay -- is that there has always been a disconnect between your brilliant mind and your heart. We may not be human but we certainly feel. I hinted on this at the festival, along with pursuing him. Perhaps I was wrong in even putting it out there that there needed to be intent behind your relationship. My only saving grace is that it was vague enough that you didn't catch on.
Honestly, I cannot fault you for being confused or overwhelmed by the timing. [ A shrug punctuates a very genuine sentiment and he leans back, taking a moment to think. ] Apologize for reacting so brashly, for one!
Ill-timed or not, he's always worn his heart on his sleeve. [ It's part of the reason why they balance each other out but you'd think by now the pair would have rubbed off on one another. Well, as far as demeanor. He sighs. ] If it's difficult to do it face to face, perhaps you should script it out. Use what you are good at to supplement the areas where you are weaker.