[ If America is content to unpack his emotional dilemma while loafing against France, France can keep him close and just let him vent away. He's gotten texts here and there seeking out company and answers to the most...inane questions really, but it's been a while since America has come to him listless. France returns his hold around America's shoulders while he unloads, an eyebrow lifting in parts.
A crisis, indeed. His hand lifts to idly stroke at America's hair. Way to bring out the gross need to dote. Thanks, kid. ]
I think that it's cruel to leave someone oblivious to their mistakes and mock them. We are not omniscient. We make mistakes too.
[ Maybe... There's a moment where his lips part to ask what, but the younger nation seems intent to continue. Who do you think taught Freud? Maybe not the best thing to own up to but France has some unique types. He purses his lips, pulling back carefully to not jostle him too much. It isn't necessarily sympathy that has France looking at the young nation like that but he does feel a pang of understanding. ]
The rest of us grew up so slowly in comparison to you. We had time to reconcile with our foolish youths. [ He reaches down to grab for America's hand. Maybe they could meet a middle ground by sitting on the couch. Or just using France's lap as a pillow. He's got all these hands and no hair to pet. ] You live long enough, you begin to see the cracks in the veneer you've worked so hard to polish all of your life.
[ He stops, and for a moment it might be debatable if he's passed the conversation torch but he quickly looks a little embarrassed. He is pre-embarrassed for what he's going to say. This is truly a rare moment, but he knows that there are simpler ways to get through what he wants to get through. Damn it. ]
What was that quote... ah. Awhile back. "You die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become a villain."
[ EXCUSE ME LET'S JUST DISTRACT WITH HAIR PETTING. ]
We are nothing but a foundation of good hope and countless poor decisions, but that doesn't mean that we cannot be proud of the present and the good we can still find. It's what we are, my dear. Sometimes it is not pretty. I'm sorry that I cannot say better.
[ No don't bring out his Instincts, America. DOUBLE damn it. ] I care about you... Whatever you that entails.
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A crisis, indeed. His hand lifts to idly stroke at America's hair. Way to bring out the gross need to dote. Thanks, kid. ]
I think that it's cruel to leave someone oblivious to their mistakes and mock them. We are not omniscient. We make mistakes too.
[ Maybe... There's a moment where his lips part to ask what, but the younger nation seems intent to continue. Who do you think taught Freud? Maybe not the best thing to own up to but France has some unique types. He purses his lips, pulling back carefully to not jostle him too much. It isn't necessarily sympathy that has France looking at the young nation like that but he does feel a pang of understanding. ]
The rest of us grew up so slowly in comparison to you. We had time to reconcile with our foolish youths. [ He reaches down to grab for America's hand. Maybe they could meet a middle ground by sitting on the couch. Or just using France's lap as a pillow. He's got all these hands and no hair to pet. ] You live long enough, you begin to see the cracks in the veneer you've worked so hard to polish all of your life.
[ He stops, and for a moment it might be debatable if he's passed the conversation torch but he quickly looks a little embarrassed. He is pre-embarrassed for what he's going to say. This is truly a rare moment, but he knows that there are simpler ways to get through what he wants to get through. Damn it. ]
What was that quote... ah. Awhile back. "You die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become a villain."
[ EXCUSE ME LET'S JUST DISTRACT WITH HAIR PETTING. ]
We are nothing but a foundation of good hope and countless poor decisions, but that doesn't mean that we cannot be proud of the present and the good we can still find. It's what we are, my dear. Sometimes it is not pretty. I'm sorry that I cannot say better.
[ No don't bring out his Instincts, America. DOUBLE damn it. ] I care about you... Whatever you that entails.