[ Does America just have introspective texts over cum showers at odd hours in front of people's doors? It's rather impressive, but so is France's stubborn attempt at kind of clothing himself. Kind of. He doesn't have enough time to find a shirt that isn't wrinkled.

For his efforts, America earns a rather confused smile and a hug that lingers. There's nothing wrong with holding the younger blond when he's being quite endearing, after all. A moment passes and he shifts to free an arm to shut the door behind America's back. Trapped with the gross old dudes. What a dilemma. ]

I have a feeling what we were discussing wasn't keeping you up. Do you want to tell me what it was or do you just want to go to bed?

[ There have been plenty of times before that France has found himself just finding solace with a little bit of company, but he's not sure as to what is going on. Whatever it is, the older seems unhurried to rush him along even after offering America a few options. ]