♕ quatre; [voice->text] (chip removal request)

[crotchroses]

[Coughing, disgruntled French grumbling along with it. Anyone who listens hard enough and who can speak French might catch words like "stupid phone" and "no one will understand this anyway. I never want to speak English again."

After some fumbling noises, France switches to text.]

Many apologies to the confusion that bastard who pretended to be me might have caused!

I have two things I must announce so please read carefully:

1. I am in Dissimulo and will leave to return to Discedo by the weekend.

2. I wish to have that godforsaken chip removed. Are there any capable surgeons in Discedo who would be willing to assist with this? I would be more than happy to trade for your services.

Thank you!~

[voice; locked to Germany]

... [Dead air...]

I must speak with you, Allemagne.

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[hullonurse]

I'll fuss all I want. Get some rest and try to avoid doing anything stupid.

He's an adult, I'm sure he can take care of himself and America for a short while. What situation is there with Germany?

[... unlocked voice]

[hullonurse]

[Wait a second]


America has a lover?!

[voice; French]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

...









Oui. Alfred Jones. He has a lover.

[voice; English]

[hullonurse]

But... But he's still so young...

[noooo her baby girl- boy... Thing...]

[voice; French]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

He is from 1969. You will understand when you reach that year. It's a time of social revolution across the world--free love and such, the blooming of rock and roll, movements against the corruption of government and "the establishment."

Hippies, they called them. It happened across the world powers but ah, Amerique lead the way with it.

Oh, and he landed on the moon.

[voice; English]

[hullonurse]

What did you do? [That all sounds annoyingly French well not the rock and roll but the rest of it sure does] Stop indulging his ridiculousness! [Landing on the moon is a ridiculous, American fantasy, stop indulging him]

And that certainly doesn't make any difference, no wonder Arthur won't leave him alone with whoever this bastard is!

[She's met Alfred, but she's still picturing Girlmerica in this whole scenario...]

[voice; French]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

This is the last time I explain world affairs to you!



Arthur is an idiot and I can't wait to get the hell away from both of them.

[Voice; you know what language she's speaking]

[hullonurse]

I'm sure the feeling is mutual-

... What are you doing up? [YOU'RE SICK AGAIN] What happened? You need rest, what's wrong?

[Voice; you mean in grunts?]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Wrong? Ah, nothing at all! Except that you're speaking English...

[Voice; no, she's not speaking French]

[hullonurse]

Drop it. You're ill again.

[Voice; GET OUT]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Those bastards lost the coin that would have revived me without poisoning me. So, I was revived... and violently sick! It is disgusting here.

[Voice; you'd miss me]

[hullonurse]

You were poisoned?

[Voice; FRENCHFRENCHFRENCHFRENCH]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

It is better than being dead.

[Voice; casse-toi]

[hullonurse]

... I suppose so, yes.

[Voice; (troll)]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

... Do you have a hat I could borrow?

[hullonurse]

I have a hat, but I think you'd look rather odd in it. [Though France would be a dashing nurse, no doubt.] Why?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

... Nothing.

It's nothing!

[hullonurse]

Tell me or I'll make you.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

What could you do?

[hullonurse]

Things.

Come now, you brought it up, just tell me.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Never. Why do you want to know, anyway?

[hullonurse]

Because I'm naturally curious and you don't want to tell me.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

You still can't make me tell you.

[hullonurse]

Please?