[ If even France? This bastard is top at guessing who tops. Please. That goes without saying that anyone that has known Italy and Germany long enough would get some weird, repressed not!couple vibes from them.
But damn, don't yell in caps, bold, and italics, Germany. You might pop a vein. He shushes him quickly, waving his arms around to try and cease the panic before it escalates into meltdown territory. ]
Of course, he was! I mean, I'm not trying to make things weird! [ Clearly, the two of them don't need that help to be successful ] Calm down. We've had enough yelling on this floor lately.
[ France, everyone. Half good advice. Half SHUT UP OH MY GOD. ]
Listen, it's not the end of the world. Write the apology letter. Don't overthink it. Take it from someone that has a decent understanding of relationships barring my own; you two were fine! You are a little slow to accept emotions into your heart but you treat him better than you think. Trust me.
[ 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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Date: 2019-05-29 02:05 am (UTC)But damn, don't yell in caps, bold, and italics, Germany. You might pop a vein. He shushes him quickly, waving his arms around to try and cease the panic before it escalates into meltdown territory. ]
Of course, he was! I mean, I'm not trying to make things weird! [ Clearly, the two of them don't need that help to be successful ] Calm down. We've had enough yelling on this floor lately.
[ France, everyone. Half good advice. Half SHUT UP OH MY GOD. ]
Listen, it's not the end of the world. Write the apology letter. Don't overthink it. Take it from someone that has a decent understanding of relationships barring my own; you two were fine! You are a little slow to accept emotions into your heart but you treat him better than you think. Trust me.
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Date: 2019-05-31 07:35 am (UTC)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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Date: 2019-06-03 01:15 am (UTC)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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Date: 2019-06-03 01:29 am (UTC)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.