How? [Oh Netherlands, really? Don't play into his hands.] And here I was thinking you'd buy into the "Russia has no heart" camp.
Because it's true, really. How could something that falls out so often let me care? [His voice goes sickly sweet, all doe eyes and a pout on his lips.] Is that what you want, dear Netherlands? Do you want to forget how to feel?
Oh but you don't have to worry, I'll help you. See, it's quite easy really. All you have to do is reach in [He taps his fingers against his chest, lets them curl into something that resembles a claw with a voice that's all saccharine and a grin that's half way to manic.] and pull out your heart.
[He giggles, head tipping to the side. But it's not smooth, there's an aborted moment where his grin flickers and eyes darken with something quite like pain. It lasts a second, if that, and nothing more.]
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Because it's true, really. How could something that falls out so often let me care? [His voice goes sickly sweet, all doe eyes and a pout on his lips.] Is that what you want, dear Netherlands? Do you want to forget how to feel?
Oh but you don't have to worry, I'll help you. See, it's quite easy really. All you have to do is reach in [He taps his fingers against his chest, lets them curl into something that resembles a claw with a voice that's all saccharine and a grin that's half way to manic.] and pull out your heart.
[He giggles, head tipping to the side. But it's not smooth, there's an aborted moment where his grin flickers and eyes darken with something quite like pain. It lasts a second, if that, and nothing more.]