[ 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.
Being a deviant means money here and I want to be a success, so I guess that's how it goes. And ffff. Germany doesn't intimidate me. Italy wanted to, so we did.
[ He won't get into the fact that America offered to help him with his "heat" situation and Italy was hesitant to ask Germany for help. They never really got along in Prisma to begin with. Always with the petty arguments. Always with America being jealous of him, too. Not to mention they both wanted some acknowledgment of leadership around here.
He does replace his expression with something less deviant, if that is what France wishes, and sits up enough to settle his palms over France's collarbone. ]
Somehow I knew that talking to you would help me feel better. You're just so comforting.. and nice.
[ He's practically speaking against France's lips at this point, but doesn't let them touch. His hands slide down and settle to his abdomen instead and he decides to bump their foreheads together in exchange for a kiss. ]
[ France can offer advice but it's ultimately America's choices that he will have to live with. If that means an irate Germany as a rival and hurt feelings, so be it. Undoubtedly, France would probably still be there to help the younger blond lick his wounds. America might even escape without an I told you so if he gives him the right amount of doe eye.
It's France's fault that America has switched gears in their shared direction. The boy's palms are warm against his collar and he has to shut his eyes to reign in some of his interest. He can't blame fruits or Cordis for the stirring of his more unsavory thoughts. America's hands move to settle on his abdomen and make it infinitely harder to avoid.
He might even kiss America but it's teasing. France wraps his fingers around America's wrist. That's raised to his lips to kiss, lips against a steady pulse. ]
Tell me some other way I can look after you. I do not particularly like the idea of taking advantage of you when you're going through things...
[ He knows what is about to take place when France takes his wrist. It happens in romance movies of his a lot, so the smile that is on his face only grows enough to put those dimples in his cheeks when his guess his correct, his own rosy lips parting to reveal his dazzling teeth. ]
I mean, just this is nice.. just talking with you. And.. maybe being called pet names like you were doing.. Oh, and anytime you cook for me.. I really like that. I just like to be included, you know? So anytime you want to invite somebody to something, let me be invited!
I make fun of you a lot, but I actually really appreciate you. You've done a lot for me and sometimes I don't think I tell you that enough. You're pretty and talented.. and I don't understand your culture much, but that's okay. You're someone I can rely on when I need it.
[ He seems so.. happy an sincere. A stark difference from when he first stepped into the apartment. He's a complicated creature, for sure, but it takes the simplest things to put him at ease and lift his mood. ]
[ Sometimes the memories of being America's age don't come so easily to him anymore but he knows that they were spent at a much slower pace. The world had felt impossibly large and things had been simpler. Deep introspection hadn't really become an issue for him until later; really, America is just a product of the times. If Twitter existed back when he was a child he'd be fucked up, too. Moreso. Moreso is an important addition.
How dare he still have dimples! Rude. He lifts his attention just in time to catch America grinning at him. A to-do list is quickly put in place in his mind's eye with 'Fund Poland's confessional ' at the very top for the momentary crippling guilt that just slammed him upside his pretty blond head. France does what he normally does when guilt treads on his conscious; blatantly sidestep it until it hits him later when he can process it! Yay!
The Police's "Don't Stand So Close to Me" plays in the background. ]
You make fun of my pet names, too. It seems as if you're conflicted with what you like about me.
[ A hand rubs down America's back and he offers the blond a soft tut, completely teasing. France takes a moment to let the rest sink in, idly distracting himself with tracing the ribbing on America's top. Honestly, the boy inherited England's stubbornness to freely speak of emotions, so when he gets sincerity that isn't hidden beneath twenty layers of jokes it's... nice. ]
Even when it seems like I am being overcritical of the things you do, I'm glad. That is, that I am able to, which probably sounds like a rather strange thing to be grateful for. I only do it because I want to see you grow into the nation you aspire to be. I didn't have guidance from someone like us when I was young. Or reckless.
[ France tips his head back to rest on the back of the couch, his smile sudden and impish. ]
You have a very sweet blush when you get flustered as well. I can't help myself.
That being said, I don't plan on changing that. [ An eyebrow raises. ] Are you trying to sweet talk me into cooking for you this late?
'Cause I like making fun of your pet names, but I couldn't make fun of them if you didn't call me by them, duh. I like a lot about you though.
[ The more France talks and shares his wisdom, the more America seems to listen. It's not the first time he's actually listened to France, but he is quite stubborn to listen to anyone.
When he tips his head back on the couch, America leans in, peering at him with doe eyes. ]
[ He frowns a little. There's even a pout. He's compliant, though, but his voice is small like he's disappointed. America curls his side into France's front and settles his head on his shoulder. ]
Okay. But.. I'll sleep better if I eat something, but if you don't want to right now, I understand.
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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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Date: 2020-07-24 01:47 am (UTC)[ He won't get into the fact that America offered to help him with his "heat" situation and Italy was hesitant to ask Germany for help. They never really got along in Prisma to begin with. Always with the petty arguments. Always with America being jealous of him, too. Not to mention they both wanted some acknowledgment of leadership around here.
He does replace his expression with something less deviant, if that is what France wishes, and sits up enough to settle his palms over France's collarbone. ]
Somehow I knew that talking to you would help me feel better. You're just so comforting.. and nice.
[ He's practically speaking against France's lips at this point, but doesn't let them touch. His hands slide down and settle to his abdomen instead and he decides to bump their foreheads together in exchange for a kiss. ]
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Date: 2020-07-24 02:25 am (UTC)It's France's fault that America has switched gears in their shared direction. The boy's palms are warm against his collar and he has to shut his eyes to reign in some of his interest. He can't blame fruits or Cordis for the stirring of his more unsavory thoughts. America's hands move to settle on his abdomen and make it infinitely harder to avoid.
He might even kiss America but it's teasing. France wraps his fingers around America's wrist. That's raised to his lips to kiss, lips against a steady pulse. ]
Tell me some other way I can look after you. I do not particularly like the idea of taking advantage of you when you're going through things...
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Date: 2020-07-24 02:37 am (UTC)I mean, just this is nice.. just talking with you. And.. maybe being called pet names like you were doing..
Oh, and anytime you cook for me.. I really like that. I just like to be included, you know? So anytime you want to invite somebody to something, let me be invited!
I make fun of you a lot, but I actually really appreciate you. You've done a lot for me and sometimes I don't think I tell you that enough. You're pretty and talented.. and I don't understand your culture much, but that's okay. You're someone I can rely on when I need it.
[ He seems so.. happy an sincere. A stark difference from when he first stepped into the apartment. He's a complicated creature, for sure, but it takes the simplest things to put him at ease and lift his mood. ]
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Date: 2020-07-25 03:44 pm (UTC)How dare he still have dimples! Rude. He lifts his attention just in time to catch America grinning at him. A to-do list is quickly put in place in his mind's eye with 'Fund Poland's confessional ' at the very top for the momentary crippling guilt that just slammed him upside his pretty blond head. France does what he normally does when guilt treads on his conscious; blatantly sidestep it until it hits him later when he can process it! Yay!
The Police's "Don't Stand So Close to Me" plays in the background.]You make fun of my pet names, too. It seems as if you're conflicted with what you like about me.
[ A hand rubs down America's back and he offers the blond a soft tut, completely teasing. France takes a moment to let the rest sink in, idly distracting himself with tracing the ribbing on America's top. Honestly, the boy inherited England's stubbornness to freely speak of emotions, so when he gets sincerity that isn't hidden beneath twenty layers of jokes it's... nice. ]
Even when it seems like I am being overcritical of the things you do, I'm glad. That is, that I am able to, which probably sounds like a rather strange thing to be grateful for. I only do it because I want to see you grow into the nation you aspire to be. I didn't have guidance from someone like us when I was young. Or reckless.
[ France tips his head back to rest on the back of the couch, his smile sudden and impish. ]
You have a very sweet blush when you get flustered as well. I can't help myself.
That being said, I don't plan on changing that. [ An eyebrow raises. ] Are you trying to sweet talk me into cooking for you this late?
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Date: 2020-07-27 12:44 am (UTC)[ The more France talks and shares his wisdom, the more America seems to listen. It's not the first time he's actually listened to France, but he is quite stubborn to listen to anyone.
When he tips his head back on the couch, America leans in, peering at him with doe eyes. ]
Would you do that?
[ He sounds so hopeful. ]
Can you do the crepes again?
[ IT'S ALWAYS THE DAMN CREPES. ]
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Date: 2020-07-31 08:26 pm (UTC)In the morning, of course. I don't want to make too much noise this late at night.
[ And this is why he calls you needy, America. Literally in his lap begging for crepes. ]
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Date: 2020-08-02 03:44 am (UTC)Okay. But.. I'll sleep better if I eat something, but if you don't want to right now, I understand.
[ His says this, but his eyes look very tired. ]
Can I sleep in the bed between you guys?
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Date: 2020-08-02 02:05 pm (UTC)It will be better in the morning. You don't always need instant gratification.
[ Say one thing, do another. He's unable to resist showing him a bit of affection, head on his shoulder like that. Rude. ]
I just thought that was a given.
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Date: 2020-08-02 10:19 pm (UTC)[ A weak protest. He's even idly playing with a lock of France's curly hair. Oh, his eyes are getting even sleepier. ]
And good. You can spoon me then I can just watch Austria all night.
[ He's a guy that knows what he wants. ]