♕ douze; [text] (4TH WALL EVENT POST)(backtag-friendly forever)

[crotchroses]

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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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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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

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

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

_{[ 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.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

_{[ 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. ]}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

_{[ 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.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

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

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Try it, Ecosse.



I dare you.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

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.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Bullshit. You just want my food.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

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

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

_{[ 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.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Eat your food before it gets cold mon chere!

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

Nae interested in another pack of fags or anything?

_{[ asks this as he resumes eating. ]}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

That would be nice! And some wine of course.

...

And I want to go home.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

_{[ Oh, of course France wants to go home. There are probably many reasons why France wants to go home, and Scotland can identify at least one. ]}

... So the love life here isn't that great now is it? You haven't gotten laid yet?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Look around you idiot! Merde. It is not the lack of love but the fact that this place is shit.

Of course I have been satisfied. Several times. How is that even a question, mm? I am insulted. You want me to take that soup back? Because I will!

Rude.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

With who, then?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

A few--Out of the nations it has been only Grece and Angleterre.

A few others, je ne sais pas. The humans are too worried for their own survival to be interested in romance. It's such a shame.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

_{[ 8| ]}

Why England?

_{[ this is a demanding question; not giving him an answer isn't an option. ]}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Because he was there and we were drunk and had been listening to Amerique break the bed with his boyfriend night after night.

What, you want a novel Ecosse?

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

<sub>[ His fingers are flexing; making fists, then stretching his fingers out. Cheeks are evidently red, and it's really not a secretly he's incredibly jealous. It seems to be only brief though.

However, he merely folds his hands and cocks his head to a shoulder, a smile fixating on his face; a forced one, and a rather large one at that. His nose wrinkles up rather cutely while he's smiling, eyes narrowing from under the shadows of his sunken face. ]</sub>

Well.
I am happy ta' ken that somebody is gettin' some.

_{[ He stands from his seat, brushing his clothing off a little bit. ]}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Bullshit!



It was business, not pleasure. Don't look at me like that, it breaks my heart.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

<sub>[ BUSINESS OR NOT YOU DON'T SLEEP WITH THE ENEMY even if I signed a treaty with him that doesn't count.
You're treading into dangerous waters, France. That of a Scotsman's envious temper.

He stands in front of France, still wearing that smile as he reaches up to grab a lock of his hair gently between his index finger and thumb. He tucks it daintily (yes he can be dainty just watch this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2kcRvvbrxA&feature=youtu.be&t=52s)) behind France's ear before cupping his cheek. ]</sub>

Since then you seem to have a plentiful amount o' food, cigarettes and being properly satisfied sexually, I dinnae think me services and company 'ere are needed anymore at this moment.

_{[ A pat on the cheek. Yes, he is implying what you think he is but no you had to say something stupid. ]}

Y'also called me an idiot again.

_{[ Have some chuckling. ]}