[ Even with the quiet between them, France feels like he doesn't have enough time to process it all. Where Austria's explanation should have given him comfort, perhaps in solidarity that he'd not been the only one that felt cheated, his thoughts are accompanied by static. He wants to tell Austria to just forget the lantern and he gets so far as to opening his mouth to do as such but what comes out is embarrassing. He almost sounds offended when his companion snatches the booklet out of his fingers and he sits up straight as if he's preparing for the worst (but what was the worst in this situation, really?).
The blond's mouth snaps shut, lips pressing tight when the bearer of bad news is thrown to the ground. He half expects the man to grind his foot into the pages, even more so when the lantern is plucked up and Austria stands. It feels like a bizarre out of body experience, watching Austria handle the lantern as if it was going to explode in his grasp. He doesn't even try to stop him when it seems a goal has been found, watching Austria's back as he advances on a very perturbed goat lady.
Blue light illuminates the space between Austria and his unwitting test subject and even from on the bench, France can make out what the man is saying to her. Any other evening, France would have dissolved into a fit of laughter at how utterly ridiculous this was. How deep the denial was. Tonight he was struggling to ignore the charm of brushing it off, making it simple. Whatever staring he was doing is interrupted when Austria twists and leaves the lady and France leans back against the bench to look up at his dinner date when he's near enough.
Oh... that was anticlimactic.
A hand goes to his face and rubs as if he's trying to hide the unintended smirk that Austria's failed toss caused. He fails miserably in hiding all emotion. Swears that this man is going to be the one responsible for any wrinkles he receives. There is a silence that trails after Austria's rather passionate claim in not wanting a moment. He knows that it's meant for him to offer his own, to engage in the back and forth, but for once he isn't sure what route to take. He settles instead on clearing his throat and letting his hands go back to his lap, frowning to himself. This wasn't, particularly how France had envisioned this whole thing going. ]
If you do not want a moment, what do you want? Was the lantern incorrect, then?
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The blond's mouth snaps shut, lips pressing tight when the bearer of bad news is thrown to the ground. He half expects the man to grind his foot into the pages, even more so when the lantern is plucked up and Austria stands. It feels like a bizarre out of body experience, watching Austria handle the lantern as if it was going to explode in his grasp. He doesn't even try to stop him when it seems a goal has been found, watching Austria's back as he advances on a very perturbed goat lady.
Blue light illuminates the space between Austria and his unwitting test subject and even from on the bench, France can make out what the man is saying to her. Any other evening, France would have dissolved into a fit of laughter at how utterly ridiculous this was. How deep the denial was. Tonight he was struggling to ignore the charm of brushing it off, making it simple. Whatever staring he was doing is interrupted when Austria twists and leaves the lady and France leans back against the bench to look up at his dinner date when he's near enough.
Oh... that was anticlimactic.
A hand goes to his face and rubs as if he's trying to hide the unintended smirk that Austria's failed toss caused. He fails miserably in hiding all emotion. Swears that this man is going to be the one responsible for any wrinkles he receives. There is a silence that trails after Austria's rather passionate claim in not wanting a moment. He knows that it's meant for him to offer his own, to engage in the back and forth, but for once he isn't sure what route to take. He settles instead on clearing his throat and letting his hands go back to his lap, frowning to himself. This wasn't, particularly how France had envisioned this whole thing going. ]
If you do not want a moment, what do you want? Was the lantern incorrect, then?
[ RIP. ]