A loud, happy gasp escaped the Italian’s lips, that had been already progressively curling into a big overjoyed grin. Japan praised him and he was even smiling.
No you don’t understand, he had been able to make him smile!
Each time Veneziano was able to see even just the hint of a smile on the Asian’s face, he was overwhelmed with a feeling of glee and honor.
|♞| —- “That means we can do it?”
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Verbal expression of emotion had never truly been an option for him, so he simply seals his lips shut and nods, α∂мιяαтιση locked, wordless, but still definitely, definitely existent.
Perhaps his apparent apathy would never vanish, but for Japan, it was a vital aspect.
( Maybe that’s why they were friends, he and Italy. Two opposite ѕριηѕ balanced each other out. )
