♕ 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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[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Cigarettes are bad for you anyway.

[So who shows up in a strange place with a strange device and immediately starts on well-meaning advice? This chick.]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[Oh great, some cocky immortal thing. She's going to continue to try to "help."]

And I wouldn't die from intentionally jumping off a cliff. Doesn't mean it's a good idea, in the long or short run.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Canada.

[She's tempted to add "you've probably never heard of me," but that would be just rude.]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Mattieu! I should have known it was you! Ah, Papa has been so worried.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[Stranger danger! And that isn't who she's usually confused with. She eyes the video warily, but leaves hers off.]

I'm quite sorry, you have me confused with someone else.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

... Don't be silly. Turn on the video, Canada, let me speak to you that way instead.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[There's a bit of a wait, and then a girl with long blonde hair, not quite tamed, is adjusting her glasses on the video.]

Now are you satisfied, Monsieur?

1/2

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

. . .

2/3 whoops

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

You are not Canada. Being France, I would know this, and you a--

3/3

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

... You... You... You are Amelia's--Amerique's--sister, oui? And... and you were raised partly by Rosemary Kirkland, Angleterre.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Yes. [She pauses a moment, looking obviously confused, but giving him a moment to see if he wants to try launching into her personal history as well before she continues.]

Désolé, are you a friend of the family?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Ah... This is difficult to explain...

I am the brother of Marianne Bonnefoy. Je suis la République française!

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[After a pause, Canada continues on in French, modern and Parisian, more like her mother speaks, rather than her usual home dialect.]

Maman doesn't have a brother. She's France, so you can't be.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Your maman is here. There--there are male and female counterparts to each nation on this world. Ask me something only France would know, I will answer it.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

... Tell me something about Monsieur Roberval, please.

[She can't think of anything that would be for certain the same if this alternate idea he's describing is true, outside of the common realm of knowledge things, but if he is France, he'll have to remember her first boss, even if he didn't last very long. Right? Oh, no, now she's worrying that he won't remember the first tumultuous years.] If you remember him, that is.