[ Jim Carey's version of the Grinch is getting some pretty hardcore competition with the face France is desperately hiding behind the hand not settled between America's splayed legs. It's not that he's making fun of his response. It's incredibly tempting to just slip over next door and grab his partner to watch the whole show, but it seems a little hasty. He forces his expression to appear calm, tutting under his breath as taps the inside of America's thigh to get him to spread his legs. Tart. ]

You certainly are singing his praises. Would you rather him fuck you or me?

[ He'll use the distraction to press a finger in. Austria's fingers are long and slender, perfect for his passion for music. France's are not what you would consider stocky, but they are thicker. He knows exactly what he's looking for as well, grinning openly when he taunts the blond's prostate with very little pretense. Too much ego showing still and not enough happy babbling. No dice, boss. ]

Maybe I should just tie you up like a pretty present and you could watch us instead? I'm sure he'd be good for you afterward.

[ He leans down to steal a kiss, humming against America's mouth before pulling away just enough to look at him as another finger eases in. He's slower this time, giving him time. ]

He has seen it before. I think I'm going to be selfish tonight if you don't mind?