His gaze is caught by that movement, and flickers over, rests upon the tense line of hands at thighs. But in the end he looks down at his own hands, curls them into fists. There's a long pause as he takes time to come up with a decent lie, fails.

So Russia shrugs and lets his fists uncurl, fingers tapping against his knees. "Haven't slept consistently in a long while." He means decades, maybe a century or two, and maybe Netherlands can pick up on that now.