[ Enough yelling? He could have yelled more but he didn't, flopping back against the couch again as he reached up to put his fingers back into his hair again. Yeah, there was no fixing this hair without a shower, not at this point.
Had everyone already heard what had happened and everyone was just too polite to say anything? Or too embarrassed to address it? ]
What if he won't accept it...? We both...we both said a lot of things and I'm not sure how much of it he meant...
[ He had panicked and been scared, but Italy had been angry. ]
[ Hedging bets on embarrassment rather than politeness. This entire apartment building is cursed.
Germany's question makes him stare dumbly for a moment before that impressive blond brow furrows and he allows himself a bit of compassion for his friend. Even if he loved Italy like a brother, France could imagine him being angry as something that only happened when too much had already transgressed to make it right.
But, timing. He takes a drink from his now cold coffee and shrugs politely, but there's a glimmer of understanding. He gets the concern. ]
I think that the best way to find out what was genuine and what was influenced by Sanguis is to be open about it. He's not going to be able to accept an apology if it's never given, Germany, and I know that he's very forgiving. Patient, even.
[ Ahem. ]
He's willingly spent time with me since we were tiny after all! How miserable. [ This is all said for Germany's mental well-being. We all know France thinks that his attention is the best thing since wine and bread. ]
[ And despite all of his inner turmoil, somehow that did manage to put the man at ease. It was stupid, but it made him laugh, unsettling as it started it didn't take long for it to turn into something more genuine. ]
How miserable, indeed...!
[ God, why was that so funny to him right now? Maybe it was because he could really see, right at this moment, how helpful France could be. They worked together, but never in a million years did he think that he would be going to him for something like this. Not work related, not even remotely, but it allowed some truth to leak out as his laughter died down. ]
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Had everyone already heard what had happened and everyone was just too polite to say anything? Or too embarrassed to address it? ]
What if he won't accept it...? We both...we both said a lot of things and I'm not sure how much of it he meant...
[ He had panicked and been scared, but Italy had been angry. ]
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Germany's question makes him stare dumbly for a moment before that impressive blond brow furrows and he allows himself a bit of compassion for his friend. Even if he loved Italy like a brother, France could imagine him being angry as something that only happened when too much had already transgressed to make it right.
But, timing. He takes a drink from his now cold coffee and shrugs politely, but there's a glimmer of understanding. He gets the concern. ]
I think that the best way to find out what was genuine and what was influenced by Sanguis is to be open about it. He's not going to be able to accept an apology if it's never given, Germany, and I know that he's very forgiving. Patient, even.
[ Ahem. ]
He's willingly spent time with me since we were tiny after all! How miserable. [ This is all said for Germany's mental well-being. We all know France thinks that his attention is the best thing since wine and bread. ]
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How miserable, indeed...!
[ God, why was that so funny to him right now? Maybe it was because he could really see, right at this moment, how helpful France could be. They worked together, but never in a million years did he think that he would be going to him for something like this. Not work related, not even remotely, but it allowed some truth to leak out as his laughter died down. ]
...you do have your moments, though.