[good he hopes it hurt!! this is about the fiftieth time during the game that he's cursed the Critter gods for stripping away his ability to really make it hurt, but then Spain might be too busy nursing a broken arm to actually give him attention.
he's silent for the few seconds that Spain is still; even his breathing is quiet. he wonders briefly what might be running through his silly head. nations, for all he says of them, are elusive in the end and he can never seem to truly understand a single one. if he's surprised by the sudden French it doesn't show, but his head does cant downward faintly. unfair — absolutely unfair for both he and Ciel to know exactly what to say.]
Don't say such pointless things. You're going to embarrass yourself, you know? [OR HIM. he's grounded a little by Spain's gross goobers on his forehead and he leans back with some feigned, well practiced indignation.] ...Really. What a miserable man you are.
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he's silent for the few seconds that Spain is still; even his breathing is quiet. he wonders briefly what might be running through his silly head. nations, for all he says of them, are elusive in the end and he can never seem to truly understand a single one. if he's surprised by the sudden French it doesn't show, but his head does cant downward faintly. unfair — absolutely unfair for both he and Ciel to know exactly what to say.]
Don't say such pointless things. You're going to embarrass yourself, you know? [OR HIM. he's grounded a little by Spain's gross goobers on his forehead and he leans back with some feigned, well practiced indignation.] ...Really. What a miserable man you are.