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[amant]

[ 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. ]

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[Tsk. Austria makes the sound idly, it has an air of why are you weeping about it but it's more affectionate than anything else, coming with a brush from his fingers to get France's hair out of his eyes.]

Plenty of storage, yes. And... I'd love a music room, certainly. I'd hope to find reputable piano movers here... my god having a garden with you. I'm better with flowers than I am with food, but just thinking of you being able to work with the freshest things... [He leans his head forward to touch their foreheads to each other. With the decrease in eye contact due to the positioning, it's easier to get the following out.]

It's also... oh this feels very superficial. Given the fantasies we dabble in, it's just... trickier to fully immerse oneself in the grandiosity of such a status difference when in a building like this. It isn't just me wanting to feel more regal or feel more tended to -- I mean partly -- but I haven't felt like I could give you enough of what's in my own mind during all this. We settled into this because of what we crave, and... well you like being kept, do you not? I want to do exactly that, keep you, not... I don't know what I'm saying. An extra room designed specifically for keeping would be better than making do with the slight differences in... in thin-walled living rooms. Stairs. Stairs, don't you think they would feel more immersive even from the simple act of descending to meet you?

[A small hum, shaking his head a little bit, as much as the forehead touch would allow. Just a little rocking.

I could never prioritize such a thing if I had more pertinent expenses. But... [His voice lowers and becomes warmer, and his hand moves to rest on France's thigh, moving down it ever so slowly to pet. And the eye contact is back.] I don't.

Perhaps it's materialistic to want to devote so much of the home to outlandish fantasy. But I'm not much of a traveler.

[amant]

[ 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. ]