[He huffs, most certainly doesn't pout and fidgets where he is. Which is to say---yeah he got even more flustered. It's not your fault Netherlands, it really isn't!! He's just a loser.]
Wasn't a joke. [Yeah no now he's uncomfortable and trying not to puff out his cheeks like a petulant child. DON'T MOCK HIM NETHERLANDS!!! Who's he kidding, this is normal. So Russia glances about and taps fingers against his arm, frowns a bit in thought.]
Would he listen or should I move 'em? [He doesn't doubt Netherlands though, so--have a curious look. He invited you over so he'll accommodate. He can be polite, sometimes.]
[Part of him wants to poke at that and see how far he can go with it, and he lowers his gaze back and watches, curious and maybe with a hint of a grin teasing the corners of his mouth. It's kind of funny and for some reason a little surprising how frazzled the guy is over this. But in the end he'd rather discuss two of his favorite things to discuss put together - plans are great, Lodewijk is great, and making plans about Lodewijk is even better. What fills the heart flows out of the mouth, all that shit.]
He'll listen. Unless one of us pisses 'im off. [Which probably won't happen, so he moves on.] Got his own bed, but.
[Hey man, he may play at the emotionless bastard---but Russia's incredibly huffy when it comes to feelings and things. In the end he's relieved that Netherlands doesn't try to drag things out and make him even more flustered (at some point he goes cherry red and frazzled, a stutter he'd beaten back when he was a child slipping up on occasion). And besides, Lodewijk is a great distraction he's pleased.]
Mm, alright then. [tugs ends of his hair in thought.] Anything I'd need to get or can you take care of all of that?
[Russia being considerate??? The world might be ending.]
[Still, Rus, it ain't like he's moving in you giant goof.
Which is probably what makes him raise both eyebrows, surprised all over again, but he tips his head to the side in thought and chews at his lip. The opportunity to have more things, huh. Though Russia said need and not want and for crashing over the night there's nothing he can think of.]
Don't think so. [But it's hard for him to drop the subject that easily.] Like - what.
That said, Russia looks a bit confused at that surprised look, because he hadn't thought he'd said anything weird enough to prompt it. Not when compared with the rest of this conversation, after all. So he shrugs and crosses his legs, folded hands finding a place at his knees.]
Don't know, [And here he hits Netherlands with another searching look, nibbles at his lip idly.] just thought I should ask.
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boys pls. just hug it out.
Wasn't a joke. [Yeah no now he's uncomfortable and trying not to puff out his cheeks like a petulant child. DON'T MOCK HIM NETHERLANDS!!! Who's he kidding, this is normal. So Russia glances about and taps fingers against his arm, frowns a bit in thought.]
Would he listen or should I move 'em? [He doesn't doubt Netherlands though, so--have a curious look. He invited you over so he'll accommodate. He can be polite, sometimes.]
but they'd never stop fff
He'll listen. Unless one of us pisses 'im off. [Which probably won't happen, so he moves on.] Got his own bed, but.
[Shrug. Fucker'll sleep anywhere, bed or no bed.]
shit you're right
Mm, alright then. [tugs ends of his hair in thought.] Anything I'd need to get or can you take care of all of that?
[Russia being considerate??? The world might be ending.]
no subject
Which is probably what makes him raise both eyebrows, surprised all over again, but he tips his head to the side in thought and chews at his lip. The opportunity to have more things, huh. Though Russia said need and not want and for crashing over the night there's nothing he can think of.]
Don't think so. [But it's hard for him to drop the subject that easily.] Like - what.
no subject
That said, Russia looks a bit confused at that surprised look, because he hadn't thought he'd said anything weird enough to prompt it. Not when compared with the rest of this conversation, after all. So he shrugs and crosses his legs, folded hands finding a place at his knees.]
Don't know, [And here he hits Netherlands with another searching look, nibbles at his lip idly.] just thought I should ask.