[But, yeah. Even as he cocks an eyebrow and sinks into the couch he sees the way Russia gets worked up, and that damned protective streak wants it gone. Even though he really... really... doesn't want to stay in his room. Too many ghosts. Literally. He can feel them watching him, still, and it's wonderful and awful and creepy as hell.
Either way it keeps him up, so he looks at the couch again, then like he's looking through the wall. Debates.]
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S'fine.
[But, yeah. Even as he cocks an eyebrow and sinks into the couch he sees the way Russia gets worked up, and that damned protective streak wants it gone. Even though he really... really... doesn't want to stay in his room. Too many ghosts. Literally. He can feel them watching him, still, and it's wonderful and awful and creepy as hell.
Either way it keeps him up, so he looks at the couch again, then like he's looking through the wall. Debates.]
Sleep like shit in my room. Right now.