♕ sept; [voice; English/French]

[crotchroses]

Bonjour! It seems it's time for me to make several announcements as well as requests!

When we are finished assisting those ungrateful putes, would anyone like to meet with me in Discedo for a small gathering? To celebrate our accomplishment and keep each other company after such a hard time. Oh! And if you bring the ingredients, I will cook!~

Oui, anyone is invited, but I need an estimate of who will join us.

If there is anyone in Spero who will cross over to Discedo through the tunnel while we are working on it, tell me, s'il vous plait. It is important I know. I am there assisting with the work and food, of course.

[locked to ROSEMARY:]

[in French:] ... Eh... Angleterre, I must speak with you.

[locked to ARTHUR:]

[Also in French:] You. Moi. There are things we need to discuss. If you aren't still alive, I will find you and kill you myself.

[ooc: France is taking a breather on the shore of the lake. And by breather I mean he's pacing frustratedly and it... strangely looks as though he's contemplating going for a swim.

note1: IM me at MayorOfCantown if anyone wants to plot! I had him post in the work log. He also lives in Latimir and he's been making frequent supply runs so if you want to say they've met, just let me know in IM or somethin'!]

Comments

NO. LOAF ME DAMMIT

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

You'll like it better than being eaten by a lake-whale, believe me.

1/2; I ALREADY LOAF YOU

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

...

Fine! I suppose both of us would be upset if I was eaten by a creature from that cesspool.

2/2;

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Now get off me if you please Allemagne. Your belt buckle is digging into my back.


. . .


Is that your belt buckle?

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

GROSS! Get off me.

((he shoves France away, and proceeds to reach into his pants and pull out a gun. You fucker--because of you, he's now appropriately armed.)) It was this.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

You were the one on top of me!

...

That weapon is not necessary, Allemagne.

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

Wea--oh.


((realizes he's got the gun in hand.

Oh. (8 He directs it at France, standing.))

Alright, get back to your apartment.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Stop pointing that gun, it's not necessary! If I'm not going to swim out there I don't really have anywhere else to be!

Rude. Put that away, you look ridiculous.

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

You look ridiculous, and sort of pathetic, so I guess that evens us out on a scale of morals, doesn't it?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Not really! I am going out of concern for Canada who is a defenseless child. You're pointing a gun at me without having first made sure if it was even necessary to do so.

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

Canada? ((Go ahead. remind him of your relationship with the guy.))

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Are you even listening?! Non, of course you aren't. So rude.

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

I got that he's a child but who in their right mind would just jump into the ocean for any child.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

...

The child's guardian or their family.

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

You're his what.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

He is my former colony--he calls me papa. Is there a problem Allemagne?

1/2

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

((Germany stares at France.

He thinks.

Canada--he calls France papa.





France was about to jump into the lake for him. He was risking his life.

His gun lowers. The air falls dead.))

Yes. There is.

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

Are you

((Shoots at your foot))

fucking

((Shoots at your foot))

KIDDING ME.

((SHOOTS. AT YOUR. GODDAMN. FOOT))

France, I was ready to take a neutral stance with you, but you know what? You.. Just looking at you makes me want to throw up all my insides.


((He quakes, pausing a second, as if to test France. If France dares open his mouth, he's just getting shot at more. Germany's on stage. This is his monologue.))


No. I don't have kids. I never want them. Colonies are trouble enough. But you know what.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE A LITTLE BROTHER? Have you ever sat and home while your big brother was off at war? . There are times when folks will report that THEY HAVEN'T HEARD FROM BIG BROTHER. Nobody knows what he's doing. Why hasn't brother written? Where did he go? Is he hurt?





--dead. ((Germany snarls, his face similar to one of an eranged mother bear. His fun stays pointed. His teeth chatter. Is he crying? Only he knows. He stares at France, long and hard.))

So. Let's think France. Let's be rational.

I'm sure. Canada doesn't want you drowning in that lake. I'm certain he never. wants to know what a stupid... goddamn Blödmann you are.












I'm going home. Fuck you.

1/forever I'll let you know

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Non, non he does not want to see me die. And non, I do not know what it is to be a little brother--

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I've something to say, Allemagne, and since I was cooperating in the first place and you decided to bitch and make it personal, I suggest you put that stupid gun away and