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[There's actually a baffled squint through all of the effort when America says I have faith in you. The initial gut reaction is borderline amused at the thought of anyone placing their faith in him. Then a split second later it's a chill at realizing he found that notion funny to begin with. And another mere split second later he's touched?? And he's still dancing, and maybe he's panting slightly less. The steps don't need as much effort as he's putting in, they can be understated... okay, this is getting a little better.]

I think I... might be all right. Though I can't say I won't set up a hot bath later.

[He's still thinking about the fact that he wanted to laugh at anyone having faith in him. It's weird. It's especially weird to realize you casually think that poorly of yourself in the middle of an exhausting dance. It's certainly a distraction from his bad knees.

Yep, enough of a distraction that he forgets for a moment what he's capable of doing and stumbles, steadying himself on America's shoulders, but doesn't quite fall entirely.

He just shrugs. He's too jaded with his own physical weakness to be embarrassed by it anymore, and he keeps going.]

Ope! Easy there!
_{[ wow his midwestern is coming out. ]}

Haha, like I get it, you're old, so this stuff can be kinda hard, but I think you're doing great!

_{[ America does stop and exhale, seeming a little out of breath himself, small beads of sweat beginning to surface to his skin. ]}

It makes me wonder what kind of other dances you know! Oh, hey, can you twerk?
_{[ Cease. ]}

[oh no, a cute regional accent? what is this?]

Brilliant observation. But no, it does feel more comfortable than just a moment ago, I... we never started slow, did we, we just barreled right through it...! [Is that a laugh? Is this .... an endorphin?

Austria's ready to brag about his own dances until that question comes out.]

...No. I'm not even very good at the simplest hip isolation, and yes I've tried. [Wait.] N-not twerking, I mean, just simple dances that require hip movement... Spain's been trying to teach me for centuries, I can get by with a bolero but not with mambo. The waltz is my own dance, so naturally I'm the best at it, quite a few of the older court dances [He takes a moment, realizing he's been talking long enough to ... not breathe, so he breathes] ... I don't think I do much jumping about like this other than the polka.

[mumbled] Spain can twerk.

[he coughs. what? he's getting tired.]

_{[ America is barely paying attention to most of what Austria is saying, which is dumb, cause he's the one who asked the question.. but that's just kind of how he operates I guess.

Though, he hyper focuses on one thing Austria said: ]}

Okay, we should waltz!

_{[ HOW SUDDEN? Without asking, he's adjusting his posture and trying to take a hold of the older man, forcing him into the female position. Or something like that. His hand is on Austria's waist and the other does have him by his other hand. ]}

Show me! I've done a little but it's been decades!

[Austria is enough of a rambler that he doesn't mind. And that response, honestly, is so much better than what he'd half-expected, which was America insisting Austria attempt twerking. He's being asked about his dance and he's proud, if he had feathers they'd puff out.

Even (maybe especially) after America claims the lead. Almost instinctively there's a tiny, stupid grin that he quickly swallows back. The dance's heyday was during his marriage and if past Halloween couple costumes are any hint, it isn't the first time he's been ... squished? into position to follow.

A brow goes up, dumb grin still hiding behind pursed lips.] Relax your hand. ... Birdbox, play Roses from the South, and be sure it's a Viennese orchestra. [The music starts and he's chirping about posture and repositioning here and there until the main theme comes in and he begins to move, guiding small steps considering the lack of space.]

Every January and February back home we do this. Just about every other day there's a ball somewhere in town, though they vary in formality. They've all got different themes. I should plan to organize something here.

Huh? January and February? Haha, uh, that's kind of weird.

_{[ He's being critical even though he's waltzing? Good grief. Austria may even notice him humming lightly to the tune-- he's familiar, at least. He's a little slow and he keeps looking don at his feet, but America knows the basics of a box waltz. ]}

Come to think of it, a lot of your customs are weird, man. Don't get me started on lederhosen. No bitches ever gonna catch me wearing that shit, haha!!

_{[ why is he so mean ]}

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barges in late carrying. something besides starbucks, sorry america he loves you but not your coffee

u think ur late, i'm also late