[France rests his cheek on the top of America's head, idly smoothing his hand over his back.]
Oh, trust me, mon chou, I won't be coming back here.
[He tries to make it sound light, almost joking, but there's an edge to his tone that's far too grave for that. He's still trying to get the things he saw out of his head; he has absolutely no desire to get a clearer picture.]
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Oh, trust me, mon chou, I won't be coming back here.
[He tries to make it sound light, almost joking, but there's an edge to his tone that's far too grave for that. He's still trying to get the things he saw out of his head; he has absolutely no desire to get a clearer picture.]