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Japan is not a pretty crier. His face scrunches up, his cheeks go red and pale in splotches, and the area around his eyes puffs up so that they look even smaller than usual.
He does not like to see Japan cry. Even when it isn't, even if it is, down past the apathetic clouds he feels like it’s his fault somehow.
"I'm sorry." He lies in murmurs, stroking his fingertips gently over Japan's face.
Japan flinches back, flinches away, and looks down, doesn’t meet his eyes.
Japan is an ugly crier, it is true. But he is a silent one.
I'm so horrible to you Japan, I'm sorry my bby, I love you, you know I do.You know, we all kinda assume that Greece has something going on underneath the airy-fairy philosopher thing.But what if he doesn't?
I think this song does something to me.
He does not like to see Japan cry. Even when it isn't, even if it is, down past the apathetic clouds he feels like it’s his fault somehow.
"I'm sorry." He lies in murmurs, stroking his fingertips gently over Japan's face.
Japan flinches back, flinches away, and looks down, doesn’t meet his eyes.
Japan is an ugly crier, it is true. But he is a silent one.
I'm so horrible to you Japan, I'm sorry my bby, I love you, you know I do.You know, we all kinda assume that Greece has something going on underneath the airy-fairy philosopher thing.But what if he doesn't?
I think this song does something to me.