[Such a simplistic way of thinking about things. It's so childish, so distinctly America, and it suddenly strikes France just how little that aspect of his personality has changed over the years. He's still just a child, even a few centuries old.
And if his world is gone, then France will never see that America again.
He swallows a quick-forming lump in his throat and pulls the younger America tighter to his chest. Though his mind is screaming at him to break down, he won't let himself, not with America right here.]
It's true, darling. [In the end, it seems his desire to keep the boy's hopes up win out over his desire to tell (what he thinks is) the truth.] I believe you.
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And if his world is gone, then France will never see that America again.
He swallows a quick-forming lump in his throat and pulls the younger America tighter to his chest. Though his mind is screaming at him to break down, he won't let himself, not with America right here.]
It's true, darling. [In the end, it seems his desire to keep the boy's hopes up win out over his desire to tell (what he thinks is) the truth.] I believe you.