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♕ treize; [video; English/text translation]

[Some time around the evening of the 30th, there is a broadcast.

A very French broadcast. ~~Because France is in it. You can't beat that, okay.~~

The lighting is dramatic and France himself seems to be sitting in a chair, leaned back against the sill of a window and the wall, so he's essentially in front of the window with his feet propped up off screen.]

... Bonsoir, Fortuna.

[He removes the cigarette from his mouth and sighs through the edifice into the open air. The smoke curls 'round. He is so dramatic you can practically hear the music playing.

No really. Where is that very very soft music coming from?

You'll never know.]

It has come to my attention that I, the nation of romance, have not tended to my duties properly. What are those, you ask?

[HE FACES THE CAMERA AT LAST. There is a confident smile on his lips.]

We are fighting to survive, I know this. But... Even so! [a wave of his hand] The human instinct--ah, even the instinct of life itself!--is not only to survive but to live well. It is my duty, my desire and obligation, to assist not only my citizens but anyone who wishes it, in this endeavor.

Je suis--Ah, I am France, and whatever you need--be it advice, friendly company, the best cooking on the planet, or just someone handsome to look at, I am at your disposal.

Not to do this--Non! It is unacceptable. [He snaps his fingers--

--he's holding a rose in bloom in addition to that cigarette. France's sleeves are rolled up look he can be mysterious too. He brings it to his face and breathes in the scent with a happy sigh.]

The brother of Europe--[his other hand waves at himself, indicating who he's talking about]--of the world--he is here for you.

[With a wave, the feed cuts off. Shortly after, a text translation is posted, word for word so everyone can read it.]

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[This is her, lurking on the network as she's curled up in her bed, stubbornly ignoring everything and everyone.

Ha. Of service, of course. What else could she ever expect from him]

...
What the heck are ya on about now?

...I...really don't understand anything you just said. [You just kept going on and on and on and on...]

Pffffft.

Another complete idiot.

No wonder no one has managed to find those scientists and escape yet.

[She is just gonna stare at you.... Yeeeeeep.]

You are weird!

[She might have to become roomies with this guy? But... She goes to start giggling quite a bit.]

And funny!

[Chuckles to himself.]

If you team up with Greece you two can work on pick-up lines, eh?

[UNSURE.......... Okay no but he is staring so much. Ah, he can't forget the days where he tried to mimic this...]

...France-san seems to be feeling well.

[ D'you know how to get buckets upon buckets of dirt out of a bathtub, bro? ]

I'm guessing that applies to the rest of the universe too?

Um what are you talking about?

Yuck. [Prussia is making immature, pointedly disgusted faces. Because she can.]

Do you have to do crap like this in public? Really, France?

_{[ he read the text, sure, but he's replying with a video. ]}

--Do you give out hugs?
Hugs would make people happier.

[Hi there's a little girl with rainbow wings on your screen and she's FLYING PAST MOST OF THE POST what is attention span. THERE'S SOMETHING IMPORTANT. She's also speaking French, and she sounds excited!]

Oh, oh! I heard you were here, before, but I haven't met you yet. Hello! I'm Flandre.

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Typical. Even when we're in a situation that has us struggling for mere survival. Typical.

... The nation of romance.

[France message is certainly throwing up red flags in Cube's mind.]

What sort of advice are you expecting to give?

I could definitely use the best cooking on the planet right now.

[ ~~Selective hearing at its finest.~~ ]

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