[Sadly, this is not even close to true hysteria for France. Prussia knows this, though; he's had more than ample opportunities to witness France in full hysteria in their long, long past.]
[France digs out a handkerchief that he's started to keep on himself (disposable tissues here are sad, ineffectual things) and dabs at his face for a bit. Good thing he's not wearing any cosmetics or he'd look like a cartoonish mess even more than he already does.]
[He straightens up, blowing out a long, somewhat shaky breath as he does. He grins, though, wide and happy and bright.]
You can try. It's not like I don't know every corner of this place. I will find you. There is no escape.
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[France digs out a handkerchief that he's started to keep on himself (disposable tissues here are sad, ineffectual things) and dabs at his face for a bit. Good thing he's not wearing any cosmetics or he'd look like a cartoonish mess even more than he already does.]
[He straightens up, blowing out a long, somewhat shaky breath as he does. He grins, though, wide and happy and bright.]
You can try. It's not like I don't know every corner of this place. I will find you. There is no escape.
[This is not the time to channel Russia, France.]