[ Austria's face really turn such a satisfying shade of red, even if at the present moment a good portion of his face is being covered while he comes to terms with what he'd propositioned. It is intimidating. The good thing is that France doesn't take him reeling at the implications to heart because it's a shared panic.

A good panic, but still a mild crisis. It shouldn't be. They were at a stage in their relationship where they took turns living in one another's apartments, so why not make it easy on themselves and get rid of that barrier in their living arrangement?

There wasn't the gray area of how they felt toward one another and hadn't been since that first night when he'd arrived back, and maybe that's why it feels so much harder to do casually. ]

Oh, Level One... that's such a lovely area.

[ Expensive. He has to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the idea that they could very well front the bill. He fails to hold in the chuckle at Austria's solution, but the way he's being looked at makes him twist a bit to hide his face. He's elated but the sniffle had caught him off guard.

He is fast to wipe away at his face and take a deep breath to calm himself. ]

A nice closet with a lot of storage? [ Oh, he's looking at him sideways. He will be back to his normal bravado when they're done here but uh... give him a few. ] Maybe a spare room we could use for your music. That's only fair if you're thinking of a cellar.

[ Even if the wine isn't the same. God his heart is hammering uncomfortably fast. He could get up but he feels frozen in place. France draws nonsense into the smooth gloss of the desk he'd been so quick to defend with the pad of his fingers, hiding the hopeful smile. This is not a honeymoon, damn it. ]

It would be nice to have more outdoor space than a balcony. I'd like to grow things...

[ Gag him. Please. ]