[Got it in one. She doesn't say it, though; looks up at him, opens her mouth, and it sticks in her throat. It's a stupid thing to want, one more thing in a long list and just about the least likely. She wants Takeshi back, nestled between them - and how much easier it would be if he was here, assuring her that a "robot leg" would make her the coolest. She wants Russia and his slow, sly smile, filling that gap in what Netherlands needs that is too big, too Nation-shaped for Heather to fill no matter how much she stretches. In the scale of it, I want my leg is as childish and as futile as I want my daddy.
She shakes her head briskly, blinking hard. She knows he knows what that indicates by now, but signaling that she's about to cry isn't as unproductive as actually crying so she presses her face against him, drags in deep breaths until the urge passes.]
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She shakes her head briskly, blinking hard. She knows he knows what that indicates by now, but signaling that she's about to cry isn't as unproductive as actually crying so she presses her face against him, drags in deep breaths until the urge passes.]
Gotta focus on what can happen, right?