[His body language is welcoming when France approaches him but even then, he isn't prepared for the attack that ensues.] I-- ow. Jesus. [It's muffled against that kiss and he pulls him in nonetheless. With a whimper.] I... I thought you might be... [It may be obvious that it isn't the case, but it's a deflection Austria is willing to latch onto.]

Make a hom-- God that is what I wrote isn't it. [His hands are on his own cheeks. It sounds so much more intimidating out loud.] I mean... yes? It just seems the natural course of action... N-not to be crass but I suspect we've got enough for a house. [His face is beet red by the time he says that, there are so many implications in it.] I was thinking someplace in Level One...

Th...the simplest solution would be if I simply did not permit you to wear clothes. [There's a pointed glare; he's obviously kidding, but that glare is still a little glassy, and his nose still twitches in a sniffle.] But I do know you; we could always find more than one closet. [He swallows.] A-and perhaps a cellar.