[It is very strange to know something could happen in two realities at once. But he sees the sudden humility and is taken aback, and what scrap of nurturing instinct he has is certainly tapped into. It takes a moment once the words are said and they share eye contact quietly, which also feels entirely new, the quiet of it all with America and then Austria finally clears his throat.] Oh nonsense, it could have been anyone... [He trails off, too, not really believing his own argument either. There wouldn't be anyone with centuries of experience -- well, there might be, but Austria counts himself lucky America didn't suddenly take an interest in the flute instead.

Moving towards America he puts his hand on his shoulder.] We'll keep going with it. I'm looking forward hearing more.

[a pause, and then, pleasantly]

Would you like coffee? ... Do you drink coffee?

[hhhghgh]