[Germany's voice jolts him, but he calms at it as well. That was it -- that was the grounding. His lower lip protrudes slightly as he shrugs.] You say that like there are inappropriate times to discuss Freud. [He's not quite wry enough to shoot Germany a glance after he says it, but there's a slight upturn of his lips. Yes, he'll shut up.
Austria stops pacing when he feels Germany's hand on his shoulder, and the nervous energy vanishes as he looks down. The two words are brief; brief enough that Austria waits, wondering if there's any more that's going to be said.
No, there isn't. His shoulders rise and fall with a breath and he nods, frowning as if something absurd had been said.] What. It's fine.
[The image the pond had made for him flashes back to his memory and he winces, leaning slightly into Germany's grasp.] It's horrid. Can't we find something else to think about? We could converse, but all there is to talk about is going to remind us of home, isn't it? There has to be something pleasant, here, if not good.
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Austria stops pacing when he feels Germany's hand on his shoulder, and the nervous energy vanishes as he looks down. The two words are brief; brief enough that Austria waits, wondering if there's any more that's going to be said.
No, there isn't. His shoulders rise and fall with a breath and he nods, frowning as if something absurd had been said.] What. It's fine.
[The image the pond had made for him flashes back to his memory and he winces, leaning slightly into Germany's grasp.] It's horrid. Can't we find something else to think about? We could converse, but all there is to talk about is going to remind us of home, isn't it? There has to be something pleasant, here, if not good.