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_{[ Pretty much everything that France is saying goes completely in one ear and out the other. He looks perplexed, his nose crinkling up as he very obviously whiffs the air and pays no attention to what France is saying. He curves his fingers around the collar of his shirt and sniffs there-- he certainly smells different, but it's nothing like the certain scent that's really catching his interest. He watches France for the longest time-- wordlessly-- then finally he grips him by the collar and yanks him forward, burrowing his face right into the other nation. His chest rises and falls as he takes in a good inhale and then he rears back. ]}