[ France does his best to sound somber when he hums in acknowledgement to Austria's initial response. He ignores the happy flutter in his stomach at the fact that he's being grinned at or how charming his lover looks tussled and amused of all things. Disgusting. He lets his cheek press against the pillow as the other goes on, laughing at the hypothetical miffed party goer. ]

We could always insist that they just leave the gifts in one of the rooms to be opened in private later on so that everyone can enjoy the party. Caviar and all, though I will probably embarrass myself if it falls along Cordis. A bit of planning on our parts could avoid that altogether.

[ His eyes widen at the shock and he clucks his tongue loudly in the quiet room and leans in to kiss the poor man a few times on the lips. No. He's not smiling. ]

An ornate paper towel holder! [ There's another peck before he just re-emphasizes how grand the decor item would be in their lovely kitchen, all the while worming closer to wrap his arms around Austria as best as he can given their tangling of limbs. ]

You act as if I was lamenting over door jambs or ashtrays. As if!