Snippet #1881162

Iceland, in all honesty, being around these two made him be...the more passionate side of his persona. More outgoing, more perhaps, caring? Less apathetic? It was hard to describe, though he did feel quite suspicious about Russia, not that he would admit it.

Instead of his emotionless stare, his eyes seemed to be half-lidded and more soft, like two blue moon crescents. "That's nice," he said, his voice not monotone or robotic, but now more stretched and soothing. He usually got this way around others he was fond of; usually, at least. Not around Norway though. Not at all around Norway. Oh gosh.

Out of slight habit, he rose a hand and began fiddling with a piece of his white hair, particularly one of his bangs as the blush grew slightly darker and more noticeable. No, no. Stop making your flesh feel like it is burning. What if someone decides to arrive, and ends up seeing it? I am stuck in embarrassment then.

That didn't help though, but it soon stopped getting redder two seconds after his thought, and now it just lingered and stayed stationary on his pale features. "W-Would you two like to come with me and find our class?" Unaware, he stuttered, and when he realized he did, the blush grew to be more dark. Stuttering. Unprofessional. Undignified. Knock it off, he thought.