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[Sob, he's such an adorable Nation sometimes. Especially with how awkward he is.

Gives a gentle hug to his arm and nods in agreement.] It really was. I can't wait for it to get cooler so it can be scarf and knitting season.

[When he hopes the door for her, she blinks and smiles softly with a tint of red spreading over her cheeks.]

Thank you.

[She hugs his arm gently once more then releases it, sliding in to the car.]

[falsdkjf all this arm hugging. He'll let her do what she wishes, not sure if he should respond that with something. And sure enough, here comes an awkward pat on her hand on his arm.

He's just not good with physical affection, okay.]

Y'like to knit a lot? [he asks when he has seated himself to the driver's seat and started the engine, backing them away from the yard.]

[He's being just as precious why whhyy sodig.

Folds her hands on her lap as he drives and nods.] Mhm. I would knit for Italy when he was a baby. I like making scarves too but, we don't have as cold of winters like you and your family.

I'm eager to pick up some yarn and materials closer to winter.

[nuuuu, it's called being awkward and oblivious

He drives rather calmly, with a tendency to tap his fingers on the steering wheel.]

Sve knits, I think. [He thinks it's a very useful skill to have. Norway isn't really good with anything horribly practical. He's not good at baking, or sewing/knitting, even his gardening is more a case of entertaining a bunch of wild flowers and herbs inside the borders of his yard. He likes fishing, though, gathering berries and mushrooms while hiking, occasionally repairing stuff that can be banged together with nails and screws. And of course magic.]

What color?

[Thinks on that...Big ol' scary looking Sweden knitting. The mental image makes her giggle behind her hand to herself.

She likes being able to make things for people even if it's small. Thinking on that, she taps her lip with her finger.]

Hmm. I might make something pink for Sweetie Belle and purple for Elizabeth. Perhaps one for my husband but I'll have to figure out his favorite color.

I can make you one, too, if you'd like.

[He glances at her when she's giggling and wonders what made her so amused. To Norway Sweden is just a ball of fluff in very inappropriate wrappings. Knitting is very much his kind of thing. Home cooking too.

But when she suggest making something for him, he glances at her again, from the corner of his eye, surprised.

Well. Okay. He loves knitted things honestly. A man with that many ugly sweaters could not not love them. But he's not sure how to accept stuff like that gracefully. So there's a hint of color rising up his knew as he looks back at the road.]

If y'want ta.

[Glances over to him when he looks at her and gives a shy smile.

When he looks away though, she swears she sees a flash of a blush on his cheeks but maybe it's just the lighting or her imagination.]

I'd love to. It gives me a project to look forward to doing.

Ah. [What do you say in these situations? He stares at the road for a while, quietly. Then glances at her again, smile and all. And maybe there's a hint of a curve upon his lips as well, mostly seen in the eyes that look softer than usual, however.]

Thank ye.

[Inside there might be a bit of a fangirl scream of happiness at just that little show of a smile. Oh what she would give to have a camera to take a picture of the moment. He's so precious after all.

Sheepishly looks down at her hands as they fiddle with the hem of her dress.] Y-You're welcome.

[After a moment of silence.]

Are you- feeling better? You seemed a little gloomy when we met up.

[Ah. The awkward silence after that doesn't really bother him. It... actually doesn't feel all that awkward either. And he taps away his fingers on the steering wheel and watches the road as he drives. Comfortable silences are a good thing.

Then she speaks again and he isn't sure what to really say. He's been gloomy for a while, but there's no way he actually knows how to speak about that stuff. So he'll just tilt his head while the silence stretches, then looks at her again, shrugging a bit.]

S' fine.

[His body language throws her off a bit. She's used to quiet people who usually hold in their emotions. Austria's not exactly as expressive as some others.

Tilts her head and watches him for a moment before turning her head to look out the front window.]

If something wrong, you can vent. Or if you need an ear to listen, I'll do whatever I can to help you know.

[Ah crap. This is something he doesn't know how to deal with. The only one in his family who gets like this occasionally is Finland and you can usually throw him off with a random change of subject.

He sighs, fidgeting a bit on his seat, fingers curling around the steering wheel instead of tapping on it. He's not drunk enough to speak about the stuff and she already not pleased with that.

Arm hugs. She likes those, right?

He reaches over to pat her hand, just lightly but with certain familiarity.

Awkward.

He watches the road as he says:] Thanks.

[The silence is a bit deafening but she's used to the bit of awkward tension. It's become somewhat of a norm for her back home.

The last thing she expected was the kind gesture he showed and clover eyes widen when she sees his hand on hers. Blushing, she turns her hand and gives his a gentle squeeze.]

You're welcome. We're friends after all and that's what friends do for one another.

Mnn. [It seems to appease her. This is good. He likes spending time with her and it'd be bothersome... right.

They're arriving to the parking lot and he picks a s pot before turning the engine off.]

[Releases his hand once they arrive at their destination. Once the car is parked, she opens her door and steps out carefully.

Glances over to him.] We can see who the first to get drunk is~

[He locks the car, tucking away his keys. Because he probably won't be driving tonight. They can share a cab back.]

Hm? A drinking contest? [A slight bit of teasing in his tone of voice.]

Why not? It might be something rather fun! I did get to train with the Germanics, after all.

Plus, Oktoberfest should be happening so why not! In the spirit of it, that is.

[Now that he's started with this gentlemanly line of action, he might as well open the pub door for her.]

It's a deal then.

[Goodness, such a gentleman.

Heads in to the bar area and finds a nice quiet booth that she can slide in to sit comfortably]

So...are you feeling a little better?

[Pff, rarely. Norway drops his jacket to the seat opposing her and takes a detour to the pub.]

Just a moment...

[He orders her whatever she took last time and himself a beer. He returns with the drinks and takes a seat.]

Don't worry 'bout me. I'll be fine. [He takes a sip and levels a calm look at her.] Just some personal bullshit, but I'll get over it.

[Watches him in wait, still mulling over in her mind what possibly could be wrong.

Once he returns, she smiles and nods her head in thanks before taking a sip of it cup.] The way you say it makes it sound kind of sad though. Or at least- deep.

[Takes another sip of her drink.] 'Getting over it' sometimes is the hardest thing to do.

[Norway won't offend her intelligence by denying everything again. So he'll just nod, taking another sip of his beer.]

's fine. Gone through disappointments before. [A small, rather humorless smirk.]

Didn't ask ye out to talk 'bout m'problems, though.

Sounds a little cynical but- I guess we've all been through something like that before. [Nods to herself, taking another sip.

Sets her glass down and yup...awkward silence.]

[He stays quiet for a moment, then takes a long gulp of his beer. He didn't mean to make her uncomfortable. It just seems very ungrateful to unload on her when he asked her out for drinks...]

... 'm sorry. It's a ridiculous issue. [And there's a bit of embarrassed color upon his cheeks.] Appreciate the concern, though.

[Blinks and glances up from her glass.]

Ridiculous? I doubt that... We all go through things that are confusing but never ridiculous.