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I do not have enough cigarettes for this. Mon Dieu.

For once can I have a good sleep? Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is!

[ooc: YEAH FOURTH WALL. Backtag friendly like the title says, especially 'cause I'm semi-outta commission from my surgery and I know y'all are busy.

Francis is in his apartment (dressed) and cooking. Have at it! C: ]

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... Bastard. No food for you if you are going to smoke in front of me!

Eh... We're on a different planet kidnapped by putes who think they are not crazy bitches. Oh, and you are human now, I suggest you try to adjust to this.

Mmhnnnnn.

_{[ taking a look around, la de da. He sort of wanders away from France, back facing him, a trail of smoke drifting behind him. He hums lowly and looks down at his arm, pinching at it and feeling more pain than usual.

Looking over his shoulder, he speaks in a flat tone, eyes halfway opened: ]}

Could be worse.

But... I wouldnae be so set in yer ways about that, Frankie.

_{[ Advances to France and slips the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, pushing them into France's hand. He then pinches France's cheek, lips peeling in a devious smile. ]}

I'uv got ways of makin' ya change yer mind.

_{[ there you go. Supply of cigarettes by your former best bro thing.

We are now back to this feed me now bitch face, expression rather vacant as the smile disappears and his hand drops, remaining where he is. ]}

... I'd like something tae eat.

You are so cute, Ecosse. I am in the middle of cooking, sit down at that table and I will share my food with you.

You don't seem very concerned about this.

_{[ already sitting before you can even say that, France. Legit, you turn your head away for a second and he's seated.
feed me bitch face.
it isn't going to go away.

...

sips tea. ]}

I'mmur nae cute.
I'uv done this shite enough. This'll be the fourth time.

_{[ look at all the fucks given. ]}

Oui, you are!

...

What do you mean, "fourth time"?

This is the fourth time I'uv been brought somewhere.

... You mean unwillingly, oui? Brought... elsewhere.

Non. You are drunk.

_{[ He now has his head rested on the table, eyes slowly rolling.
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT HIS ADVENTURES.......... ]}

First place I went there was a river of blood and catacombs. I had sex with Hungary. Shite fucked us over every weekend. Ya were there and were delusional because y'were in love with England.

Second place I went, the Earth got destroyed. I met an annoying fucker that kicked potato soup in me face. Y'were there too; we made a pact. Dae a favour for me and I'll dae a favour for ye. I lived in yer hoose.

Third place, I woke up on an island. Ya texted me.
...
Ya 'aven't texted me back.

_{[ ... ]}

Is the food done yet.

In love with Angleterre.

Non. None of that has happened for me. And I would never love Angleterre! Never! Why would you ever suggest such a thing? I am--I am wounded, disgusted in you.

Perhaps I should poison your food when it is finished--which it isn't, not yet.

_{[ a half shrug. ]}

Just tellin' ya what 'appened.

I bet I could eat it anyway and still be alright.

_{[ because he eats his own cooking daily.........
he considers maybe telling France these are games he's being put in and that there are muns that are horrible creatures and make them do things but...
he can't be arsed. ]}

How are ye farin' 'ere. Dae ye miss me much?

You have been smoking something from Angleterre or Amerique, I know it.

... What? I miss being home, idiot. This place is horrible.

_{[ doesn't like that tone of voice, nor being called an idiot. ]}

That so.
Well then.

Tell me about it.
What's been happening 'ere.

Oh, je ne sais pas! Let us see, where do I begin...

I arrived here, oui, then Mattieu disappeared and--went home, I suppose. Then I was skinned alive and a demon wore my body and surrendered to Allemagne to protect himself from Angleterre, then he escaped, cut off all my hair, Angleterre killed the demon bastard, I returned to life only to be sick for a week and stuck at Amerique's house--

--And--

Other things.

Things that are none of your business.

_{[ stares at the bowl.
looks up at France.
looks down at the bowl.
takes the spoon.
takes a sip. ]}

It's cold.

_{[ puts the spoon down and folds his hands together, looking up at France. ]}

So that's the kind of response I get.
I ken.

_{[ he's thinking, but he doesn't say anything. ]}

Allemagne, he is-- he is from the First War. Tried to keep some kind of peace with him, but eh...

I let slip a reference to a second war and he-- he wanted to know the truth, oui? But I did not want to be the one to reveal that--all of that--to him. He was furious with me, and later shot me with his rifle. Both restricted from our nationhood, I knew I was going to die, so I told him. I told him everything as I bled out, and then he shot me in the head.

Later, he seemed less hateful, but... I suppose that is over with and he hates me again. We had another conflict and I shot him in the arm, paralyzing it.

There is more, but talking about it is a waste of time. I died twice in one month and that was months ago, so now you have an idea of what this shithole planet is like.

_{[ listens, processes information, seems to appreciate the fact France is opening up to him, and can kind of understand a sour attitude after expressing all of that, goodness.
Flatly, he replies, not looking at him as he sips his tea. ]}

---Y'will be alright, mate.

...But dinnae call me an idiot.
I'll rip yer lungs oot.

Try it, Ecosse.

I dare you.

It's a right canny behaviour of yers that yer showin' me when I'mmur merely asking; merely visiting 'ere out of concern.

_{[ seems harsh in his words and begins to eat without a word for a moment before saying: ]}

For fuck's sake.

Edited 2011-11-20 04:25 (UTC)

Bullshit. You just want my food.

I wouldnae 'ave asked how ye are farin' 'ere if'n I wasn't curious about it, Frankie. Dinnae be like that.

I had to relive my entire history--from Rome to present. I dreamed of it, then woke to find myself existing in... in different time periods, you know, like at first I was Gallia for a few days, then woke to the Kingdom of France, then at last I was forced to relive 1794, awake, here.

Suffice it to say, this has opened my eyes once again to the nature of us, the nature of nations. The world, it is still jealous of me and contemptuous of who I am because of that.

My patience, Ecosse, she is wearing so very thin here.

_{[ He eats as he listens to France, seeming to not really be paying attention. But once France finishes, he lifts his head and wipes his mouth off. It's confusing to him how this all works, but he understands that shit happens in these games. ]}

--Cannae say if'n things will get bet'ter 'ere or nae but--
Ye'uv been through a lot before, mate. And if'n what yer saying is true, ya got through it again.

Consider that an accomplishment and pray it doesnae 'appen again, ay?

_{[ plays around with the spoon in the soup, not making eye contact, muttering, even. He doesn't like being positive. ]}

Take what ya can from it if that is possible.

_{[ Then he looks up at France again, letting out a prolonged breath of air through his nose, eyes halfway opened. ]}

Is there anything I can dae for ya now.

Eat your food before it gets cold mon chere!

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