♕ treize; [video; English/text translation]

[crotchroses]

[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.]

Comments

[mysterycross.livejournal.com]

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Don't think there's much ya can do.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

There is so much all of us can do, there's no need to be so chilly.

[mysterycross.livejournal.com]

{He sees whut you did thar. He still remembers you doing silly shit when he invaded you back in the day.}

Depends on what kinda stuff yer doin. And ya aren't really doin much.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

You aren't doing anything. I am doing more than you, I know it!

[mysterycross.livejournal.com]

I own the soup kitchen. {Beat that.}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Which city? Not that your soup could be any good...

[mysterycross.livejournal.com]

Dissimulo.
It's better than yer soup, I'm sure. {see, he can be mean too.}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

It so happens that Grece and I are planning a soup kitchen in Discedo.

[mysterycross.livejournal.com]

Oh? Thought there already was one. Yer plannin' to waste time with two?

{Keep being a jerk and he might not give you any soup. He'll give it all to Greece instead.}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Non, I will make it better! My soup is the best after all.

[mysterycross.livejournal.com]

It's a waste of food though. {To have two kitchens in Discedo, he means.}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

What, to have one brilliant kitchen run by moi?

I am insulted.

[mysterycross.livejournal.com]

Too bad.

{Yea good luck with that.}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Rude. And to think I was going to trade with you.