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[herocomplex]

Yeah. I am.

_{[ A BIG OLE YAWN. ]}

I mean, I like music, but I guess England never had the time to really teach me too much when I was younger.

_{[ He sinks down, shifting to a lying position and stretches his legs across the sofa. America even sounds sleepy. ]}

Or he didn't care. I think I picked up most of my music ideals from his brothers instead of him, and then you guys came along later, but nobody really had the patience to personally teach me.

[edle_gestalt]

...Pity, he has a rich tradition. [Empire problems, not enough time. Add that to the list of reasons Austria is happier he never bothered with the "exploring" bit.] I hear a lot of his music in yours, though. His brothers too, but still. And he borrowed right back again from you with rock.

[Is he just going to .... fall asleep. right there. okay.

There's a resigned irritation in Austria's voice.] I thought you were just coming over for a moment. [And he leaves for a moment, reaching into a closet, and he comes back with a blanket, grimacing as he shakes it out and puts it over America.]

[herocomplex]

<sub>[ YEAH, he is. He's gonna fall asleep right there. He does shift a little once he feels the heat of the blanket over him, tugging it further over himself until nothing but flaxen hair and his signature cowlick is sticking out of the cover. Poor guy still has his glasses on his face, but they're unreachable now that he has burrowed into the sofa, merely turning on his side with his back facing Austria.

Mission accomplished. ]</sub>