[ He takes a shaky breath and leans in closer when their foreheads touch, letting his eyes shut. The simple act calms some of his nerves and he lets his hands slip to wind around the man once more. France had come to appreciate how simple gestures were enough from this man to put him at ease. It's not completely successful in this case, but it is better.

By the time Austria mentions how France likes to be kept a smile has appeared. It all sounds so good, having a space that fit their actual tastes. Privacy to act however they wanted. Fear of being heard had never kept him from responding genuinely to whatever scene the brunet would set up. His approval is clear though. ]

I do love how elegant you look on a staircase. We would have the room we've been missing in this small apartment. Not that I am not grateful that we've been given a place to stay, but it isn't going to reflect our shared tastes. How long has it been living in the same place? It's time to seek out something you'd want. [ And because it's on his mind, obviously, he adds: ] What we want, hm?

[ His forehead creases lightly when he peers at Austria, who has finally returned to paying him a little eye contact. The palm stroking his leg is just as warm and inviting as the man's words. He's weak to it of course, and the coil of excitement surprises him. Later. ]

What's the use of having money if you do not use it occasionally to give you experiences you'll enjoy? We've been saving without even knowing it.

[ Correction: Austria has. France doe eyes much too much with his whole trophy husband habits. ]