[Austria rolls his eyes at the name mixup, but considering Schubert's nickname was roughly the equivalent of "lil' mushroom" he's not too fussed about it. He keeps playing, trusting Schubert would have laughed.
As ironic as it is for America to be chatting it up while he's playing at the same time as he complains about the exact behavior, he appreciates how casual it is. It's not as if he hasn't played with a lot of noise going on before. America is talking about music, Austria knows it's not as if he's being ignored.]
Really? [He tilts his head, moving to the next phrase of the music with a slight flourish.] Do you play? I admit when I think of your music I do think of guitar more. And drums. [The word is hissed playfully and he leans in America's direction when he says it; yes, he may have a few assumptions about the blond and the type of music he likes to play, solely based on how damned loud he is.]
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As ironic as it is for America to be chatting it up while he's playing at the same time as he complains about the exact behavior, he appreciates how casual it is. It's not as if he hasn't played with a lot of noise going on before. America is talking about music, Austria knows it's not as if he's being ignored.]
Really? [He tilts his head, moving to the next phrase of the music with a slight flourish.] Do you play? I admit when I think of your music I do think of guitar more. And drums. [The word is hissed playfully and he leans in America's direction when he says it; yes, he may have a few assumptions about the blond and the type of music he likes to play, solely based on how damned loud he is.]