[Austria is focused on the orb when America lifts the sofa, and when he turns around to see it his heart flip-flops in his chest -- it looks precarious and he's afraid it's going to make noise, but he might be blushing a little bit, too.] Ah -- that wall, there -- please don't slam it down, Germany and Italy live on the other side.

[And it's fine, at least in this instance, because he's relieved he didn't upset him by being caught up in his own train of thought.]

I can get the table, at least. [Austria's weak but he can definitely scoot a plywood coffee table, and it allows him to take the orb off of it with his other hand before America could knock it over and break it. Because Austria is sure he would.]