haha uhhhhh idk it was actually the first time i was here it just kinda happened at a club.. we did it on a performer who was asking people to do it to them and i got invited over
and no.. i don't rly believe in that stuff but poland seemed really excited for me to go to church so i guess it won't hurt
i don't think so i just like the way it feels on me
When in Rome, as they say. Thank you for clarifying that it was a club. That makes sense!
It's hard to say no to Poland. He convinced me to take him to a spa!
[ Was it really much of a tipping point though, France? No. Poland was a very convincing guy... ]
I can sympathize with the hair. Once it's in there is no other choice but to bathe. But that can be fun too. I'm torn now.
Who do you want?
[ France doesn't even know how he got to this point. He'd just been explaining it so America wouldn't further embarrass himself. Now he's asking for heathenry. Late night woes, but don't think he won't turn over and jab Austria in the side for a good cause. ]
[ He had not expected to get this kind of question, but if he’s truly being honest, it’s just inquisitive hour for him. More like, he doesn’t have someone in the bed next to him that he can rib to wake up. It takes a moment to reply. ]
um... i actually just want someone to talk to i guess
[ This poor heathen. France is almost relieved that he might be able to shelf this particular inquisition for when he's more awake. Good lord, child. ]
A strange way to go about it but are you alright otherwise?
Did you want to come to lunch at some point? I'm sure Austria wouldn't mind another handsome face at the table.
[ He Knows what you two heathens are up to. Somehow. Open communication in a relationship what is that??
[ France doesn't delve into details because this isn't about him. For whatever reason, it seems the younger nation is feeling a little lonely. A lack of boisterous spam coming from America's end always made him a little uneasy, even when he was guilty of trying to suggest a calmer facade for the younger blond. There's a moment in between texts where he's nice enough to warn of company. Only polite. ]
It can, for you. I'll get up to let you in okay?
[ With pants. He has to rummage about for pants. He cares! ]
[ Sorry, what. He's knocking on the door before France can completely get the pants on, cause it seems like he wasn't ready to take no for an answer.
Should France go ahead and let him in, he oddly doesn't make a sound, seemingly courteous given the hour. He does, however, shuffle against France, hoping the older man will get the idea and place his arms around him.
America's attire is pretty simple— a white tank top and some navy lounge pants with white stars on the side. ]
[ 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. ]
[ He just loafs in France's arms, not hugging back but his chin finds a nice perch on the other man's shoulder. His half lidded eyes find a spot to look at in the room, not budging from where he stepped inside. ]
Well. No. But I do think about a lot when I'm trying to sleep and I was thinking about that instance. I hate it when people laugh at me and then I don't know why.
[ As for answering France's question, he idly places his hands on France's hips, fingers idly toying with the wrinkled shirt. ]
Maybe..
[ Maybe what, though. That isn't a valid response. ]
That just made me think of so many other instances over the decades that maybe I was so sure about something, but then I wasn't right and how other people might perceive me without me even knowing, and the way that I see myself is a delusional version of myself that I wish to see so I choose to see it.
[ .. yes, it is quite impressive. Maybe France needs to tap out to Austria and let him psychoanalyze America. ]
Anyway, I guess it was kind of a dumb thing that made me think, but.. I trust asking you stuff, even if it's embarrassing or weird.
[ 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.
[ The way France talks sometimes.. make him seem to smart. But somehow, America isn't surprised. That's part of the reason he wanted to come over and talk, after all. When he actually listens to the older nations, he's found he's learn some things. It's just finding the willingness to listen and not talk for a change. Tonight is one of those nights. He likes his hair caressed and France might see the way he blinks his eyes slowly that it feels nice. He can only follow the older man idly when he's taken by the hand and led to the couch.
The embarrassing thing that France says gets a facial reaction out of him; something of confusion like it rings a bell, but his hair is getting attention again and France is saying something else. ]
Yeah, but..
[ But. ]
How do you get someone to love you, then, if you're such a fuck up? I mean, you did it with Austria somehow.
[ HE DOESN'T MEAN TO BE OFFENSIVE. France did admit everyone has mistakes! It just kind of came out that way. ]
I'd like to have that.. a romantic partner. But one that has a long life span like we do.
[ He loved Klaus. He did! But he was so mortal. So painfully mortal. Someone so fragile that he had to worry about all the time. A part of him didn't mind it cause it gave him purpose— to protect someone, but he knew, eventually, he would die. Or in this scenario, disappear. It's the never ending cycle of love and loss. ]
[ France has always been able to speak with a rather elegant flair even if a good portion of it was redundant and fluff, but he believes in what he's saying. They are hard-earned realizations, and maybe if America could take them to heart he'd be a little bit more forgiving of himself and what he didn't know. Sometimes it was just nice to have something familiar. That's fine, France is set in his role as far as doting goes and his fingers find a nice, thoughtless stroke through the short blond hair.
They pause when America asks him that particular question and he laughs, obviously taking no offense. He knows he's a fuck up. A very pretty one, but still, he's made a few messes of his own. His fingers resume their motion. ]
Somehow. I do not think you want to hear me say sheer dumb luck.
[ France's palm rests on the rounds of the younger blond's cheek. ]
I mean to say, that is what brought us together. If you haven't noticed, both of us are both very proud and very stubborn. We had to work to get over that and learn to trust one another.
[ France is horrible at love, personally. He brushes back a little fringe, brow raising skeptically.]
I don't know if we could have done it back home.
[ Talk about a dilemma; wanting to be home with his people but wanting to selfishly pursue something he wants for himself. ]
[ By now, he has taken the spot of settling his head in France's lap because head pets are nice. Sometimes he really wonders what would have happened if he picked France instead of England. It wasn't as if England was a complete tyrant— he was properly smothered by him, but France seems more easy going and not so much of a strict hard ass. He was young, though, and he was doing what he thought was right at the time. France's hands feel warm on his face and he closes his bright blue eyes from looking up at the older man, his voice soft. ]
He's really great. I like him.
[ Aww. His eyes open suddenly, though, with a thought: ]
What if Hungary shows up, though? Don't you think your life will be jeopardized if that happens?
[ It's hilarious, but America seems completely serious and.. very concerned. ]
[ England tried, really, but just look at his own family and know that the crab apple didn't fall far. His own affection for America put him in a very gray spot here as it were but for now, he simply enjoys having a bit of calm personal reflection. France's grin is immediate at the compliment paid to the man in the other room. ]
You do, hm? I think I like him, too.
[ Oh. Some of the teasing air about him sobers up and he gets distracted with a particular lock of hair. ]
We've been good at balancing out other relationships so far. Spain... well the first time around Austria and I had not made it clear what we were, so I backed off to let them have their moment. I suppose now that he is back we will just work around it.
[ That's not the question, but it's important to note. He sighs and offers a shrug. ]
The dramatic in me wants to scream that woman hates me and will make my life a living hell but no... I have to trust that it won't end up that way.
[ Hungary seems to be rather independent these days so the idea of her just trying to move in doesn't worry him ...much. ]
[ Oh, yeah. There was Spain too. It shows how much America pays attention to foreign affairs relationships, but he hadn't even considered Spain. He's blinking a few times, but his gaze is fixated on the ceiling. ]
Man.. Austria is a popular guy. A lot of suitors. I guess I wish it was kind of like that with me, but.. it isn't.
[ There's a pause, as if he is hesitant, but then: ]
His leaders took a different approach to diplomatic relations.
[ There's something in his tone that just screams old hangups, but he's gotten over it. Mostly. It certainly doesn't deter him from being in a relationship and it certainly doesn't come up in casual squabbles. ]
In fact, most alliances before you really came to be were like that. I don't think you would enjoy it being as free-willed as you are.
[ Austria is lowkey a ho, but France is ho on main so they're well-suited. He's got a few stories to tell about alliances back in the day but they fall silent with that hesitant confession. Oh. Well shit.
On one hand, Italy is cute.
On the other hand, he's been not!dating Germany since he was pushing around a broom in a dress and that does tend to complicate things. ]
He's very patient, too.
[ Probing, now: ]
Do you have an eye for him? Be careful. I wouldn't want you to get hurt.
[ The kiss is well received and actually gets a little upturn of America's lips that lingers as he watches the other man speak. However, that innocent smile twists into something a little more.. arrogant. ]
Tch. Wanna know a secret though?
[ He doesn't give France a chance to respond. As he speaks, a delightful pink flourishes over his face. ]
I fucked Italy during the whole Astella and Ostella cycle thing. It was the first time we did it. It felt really good. Almost like I was getting away with something I shouldn't be.
[ He remembers you getting bruised knees from falling on them. Now it's from sucking dick, and part of France mourns the loss of innocence. For a moment, he's stunned into silence but France is never silent for long.
Is his hand slipping to settle warm against the side of America's neck? He doesn't need a reminder that things have changed recently and that he's just as guilty for that sullied mindset. The rosy hue to the younger nation's cheeks is very becoming of his complexion. ]
Aren't you becoming quite the deviant?
[ Rhetorical, surely. It was easier when they'd not slept together to have wholesome doting time, but from the shine coming off of the blond in his lap and the arrogance, he's not feeling wholesome. ]
Get that little gleam out of your eye before we go to bed. I'm old and need to sleep at some point. I don't need you getting ideas. [ He frets privately, pursing his lips. ] Just be careful when you're playing with somebody else's heart. If it's a consensual affair, alright, but I'd hate for you and Germany to get into it.
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Date: 2020-07-20 02:30 am (UTC)c'mon i wanna know
ur like the king of dirty stuff
tell me already
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Date: 2020-07-20 02:46 am (UTC)It's a kink for those that like a bit of degradation.
And semen.
A lot of semen.
[ why is he actually thirsty???? ]
Need I say more? Unless you want to be covered in a few gentlemans' afterglow I think not.
[ poetic. ]
1/2
Date: 2020-07-20 02:49 am (UTC)like a bunch of guys cumming on u???
ok i've actually done that tbh
i mean i was apart of it
but i never had it done to me
i was never
the target
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Date: 2020-07-20 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-20 03:05 am (UTC)Is that why you were hunting down a priest earlier? Had the urge to atone for those sins I see!
[ he actually scoffs at his device. ]
are you saying you wish to bow to the king?
Listen, you said it. I cannot be blamed for your name calling.
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Date: 2020-07-20 03:17 am (UTC)it was actually the first time i was here
it just kinda happened at a club.. we did it on a performer who was asking people to do it to them and i got invited over
and no.. i don't rly believe in that stuff but poland seemed really excited for me to go to church so i guess it won't hurt
i don't think so
i just like the way it feels on me
but not in my hair
i'll wear a hairnet
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Date: 2020-07-20 11:21 am (UTC)It's hard to say no to Poland. He convinced me to take him to a spa!
[ Was it really much of a tipping point though, France? No. Poland was a very convincing guy... ]
I can sympathize with the hair. Once it's in there is no other choice but to bathe. But that can be fun too. I'm torn now.
Who do you want?
[ France doesn't even know how he got to this point. He'd just been explaining it so America wouldn't further embarrass himself. Now he's asking for heathenry. Late night woes, but don't think he won't turn over and jab Austria in the side for a good cause. ]
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Date: 2020-07-20 12:14 pm (UTC)um...
i actually just want someone to talk to i guess
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Date: 2020-07-20 04:57 pm (UTC)A strange way to go about it but are you alright otherwise?
Did you want to come to lunch at some point? I'm sure Austria wouldn't mind another handsome face at the table.
[ He Knows what you two heathens are up to. Somehow. Open communication in a relationship what is that??
Nah. Pervert Intuition. ]
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Date: 2020-07-20 06:10 pm (UTC)can i come over now
does ur bed fit three ppl???
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Date: 2020-07-21 12:27 am (UTC)[ France doesn't delve into details because this isn't about him. For whatever reason, it seems the younger nation is feeling a little lonely. A lack of boisterous spam coming from America's end always made him a little uneasy, even when he was guilty of trying to suggest a calmer facade for the younger blond. There's a moment in between texts where he's nice enough to warn of company. Only polite. ]
It can, for you. I'll get up to let you in okay?
[ With pants. He has to rummage about for pants. He cares! ]
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Date: 2020-07-21 12:44 am (UTC)Should France go ahead and let him in, he oddly doesn't make a sound, seemingly courteous given the hour. He does, however, shuffle against France, hoping the older man will get the idea and place his arms around him.
America's attire is pretty simple— a white tank top and some navy lounge pants with white stars on the side. ]
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Date: 2020-07-21 01:42 am (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2020-07-21 01:58 am (UTC)Well. No. But I do think about a lot when I'm trying to sleep and I was thinking about that instance. I hate it when people laugh at me and then I don't know why.
[ As for answering France's question, he idly places his hands on France's hips, fingers idly toying with the wrinkled shirt. ]
Maybe..
[ Maybe what, though. That isn't a valid response. ]
That just made me think of so many other instances over the decades that maybe I was so sure about something, but then I wasn't right and how other people might perceive me without me even knowing, and the way that I see myself is a delusional version of myself that I wish to see so I choose to see it.
[ .. yes, it is quite impressive. Maybe France needs to tap out to Austria and let him psychoanalyze America. ]
Anyway, I guess it was kind of a dumb thing that made me think, but.. I trust asking you stuff, even if it's embarrassing or weird.
[ Hm. ]
You.. take care of me.
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Date: 2020-07-23 07:43 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2020-07-23 08:03 pm (UTC)[ The way France talks sometimes.. make him seem to smart. But somehow, America isn't surprised. That's part of the reason he wanted to come over and talk, after all. When he actually listens to the older nations, he's found he's learn some things. It's just finding the willingness to listen and not talk for a change. Tonight is one of those nights. He likes his hair caressed and France might see the way he blinks his eyes slowly that it feels nice. He can only follow the older man idly when he's taken by the hand and led to the couch.
The embarrassing thing that France says gets a facial reaction out of him; something of confusion like it rings a bell, but his hair is getting attention again and France is saying something else. ]
Yeah, but..
[ But. ]
How do you get someone to love you, then, if you're such a fuck up? I mean, you did it with Austria somehow.
[ HE DOESN'T MEAN TO BE OFFENSIVE. France did admit everyone has mistakes! It just kind of came out that way. ]
I'd like to have that.. a romantic partner. But one that has a long life span like we do.
[ He loved Klaus. He did! But he was so mortal. So painfully mortal. Someone so fragile that he had to worry about all the time. A part of him didn't mind it cause it gave him purpose— to protect someone, but he knew, eventually, he would die. Or in this scenario, disappear. It's the never ending cycle of love and loss. ]
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Date: 2020-07-23 11:04 pm (UTC)They pause when America asks him that particular question and he laughs, obviously taking no offense. He knows he's a fuck up. A very pretty one, but still, he's made a few messes of his own. His fingers resume their motion. ]
Somehow. I do not think you want to hear me say sheer dumb luck.
[ France's palm rests on the rounds of the younger blond's cheek. ]
I mean to say, that is what brought us together. If you haven't noticed, both of us are both very proud and very stubborn. We had to work to get over that and learn to trust one another.
[ France is horrible at love, personally. He brushes back a little fringe, brow raising skeptically.]
I don't know if we could have done it back home.
[ Talk about a dilemma; wanting to be home with his people but wanting to selfishly pursue something he wants for himself. ]
Sure there were alliances, but it's not the same.
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Date: 2020-07-23 11:14 pm (UTC)He's really great. I like him.
[ Aww.
His eyes open suddenly, though, with a thought: ]
What if Hungary shows up, though? Don't you think your life will be jeopardized if that happens?
[ It's hilarious, but America seems completely serious and.. very concerned. ]
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Date: 2020-07-23 11:40 pm (UTC)You do, hm? I think I like him, too.
[ Oh. Some of the teasing air about him sobers up and he gets distracted with a particular lock of hair. ]
We've been good at balancing out other relationships so far. Spain... well the first time around Austria and I had not made it clear what we were, so I backed off to let them have their moment. I suppose now that he is back we will just work around it.
[ That's not the question, but it's important to note. He sighs and offers a shrug. ]
The dramatic in me wants to scream that woman hates me and will make my life a living hell but no... I have to trust that it won't end up that way.
[ Hungary seems to be rather independent these days so the idea of her just trying to move in doesn't worry him ...much. ]
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Date: 2020-07-23 11:46 pm (UTC)affairsrelationships, but he hadn't even considered Spain. He's blinking a few times, but his gaze is fixated on the ceiling. ]Man.. Austria is a popular guy. A lot of suitors. I guess I wish it was kind of like that with me, but.. it isn't.
[ There's a pause, as if he is hesitant, but then: ]
Italy is kind of cute.
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Date: 2020-07-24 12:15 am (UTC)[ There's something in his tone that just screams old hangups, but he's gotten over it. Mostly. It certainly doesn't deter him from being in a relationship and it certainly doesn't come up in casual squabbles. ]
In fact, most alliances before you really came to be were like that. I don't think you would enjoy it being as free-willed as you are.
[ Austria is lowkey a ho, but France is ho on main so they're well-suited. He's got a few stories to tell about alliances back in the day but they fall silent with that hesitant confession. Oh. Well shit.
On one hand, Italy is cute.
On the other hand, he's been not!dating Germany since he was pushing around a broom in a dress and that does tend to complicate things. ]
He's very patient, too.
[ Probing, now: ]
Do you have an eye for him? Be careful. I wouldn't want you to get hurt.
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Date: 2020-07-24 12:32 am (UTC)[ But. ]
Gosh, I know they won't admit it, but I just know Germany and Italy are married!!
[ He's not completely unaware. ]
I've talked about it with Italy before but he claims they're not anything like that, but dude, it's like, waaaaaaay obvious! Isn't it obvious..!?
[ All they need right now is to be doing manicures on each other like a true gossiping sleepover. ]
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Date: 2020-07-24 12:46 am (UTC)No offense, America, but you are often too distracted to really read the room but if you can even pick up on that there's a problem.
[ He plucks his glasses off his nose and leans down to kiss his forehead before returning them. No need to smudge them. ]
Germany is a good guy. We Romance nations operate very differently though.
[ He pauses, conflicted. Talk about a skeleton in France's closet. Sighing, he tips his head to the side, watching America settled in his lap. ]
I don't know if they've defined their relationship. I don't know if they ever will.
[ He has tried to help his neighbor, really. Clearly it did not work. ]
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Date: 2020-07-24 12:57 am (UTC)Tch. Wanna know a secret though?
[ He doesn't give France a chance to respond. As he speaks, a delightful pink flourishes over his face. ]
I fucked Italy during the whole Astella and Ostella cycle thing. It was the first time we did it. It felt really good. Almost like I was getting away with something I shouldn't be.
And I liked that.
[ HEATHEN CHILD. ]
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Date: 2020-07-24 01:27 am (UTC)Is his hand slipping to settle warm against the side of America's neck? He doesn't need a reminder that things have changed recently and that he's just as guilty for that sullied mindset. The rosy hue to the younger nation's cheeks is very becoming of his complexion. ]
Aren't you becoming quite the deviant?
[ Rhetorical, surely. It was easier when they'd not slept together to have wholesome doting time, but from the shine coming off of the blond in his lap and the arrogance, he's not feeling wholesome. ]
Get that little gleam out of your eye before we go to bed. I'm old and need to sleep at some point. I don't need you getting ideas. [ He frets privately, pursing his lips. ] Just be careful when you're playing with somebody else's heart. If it's a consensual affair, alright, but I'd hate for you and Germany to get into it.
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