♕ 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

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

I hope you realize your "help" seems to constantly have a negative effect as a result of your ego.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

... You're being civil with me.

... We all do the best we can. What do you want me to do, tell everyone in a broadcast that we are all doomed to months if not years of suffering?

Non, Allemagne. If someone wants comfort, I will offer it to them. They can take it or leave it. We must gather both food and supplies for the coming winter and we are short on time. I have lived through many winters and I have suffered frostbite; and while you may have your methods, I have mine.

If a man feels there are few he can trust to help him, another man's famed efficient force will not reflect well. Oui, I know you will say "how can this reflect well or get anything done?"

... I am offering to be a shoulder on which to lean when they are weary, and with their trust will be cooperation. The other people, they will contribute their own. At least, one can hope.

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

You see through red glasses, don't you? ((half spitting.))

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

To tell you the truth...

... Only sometimes.

Before, during and after a period of drastic change, I was as angry as you are now; through your childhood, during and after the Great War.



It is time I asked you a question; not as Allemagne, as Ludwig.

What is it you want? From me. From the world. I am really asking you this, Allemagne. If you are so bent on receiving the truth from me, here it is--my sincerity.

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

......




If you asked "Allemagne", you may receive an answer, however Ludwig refuses to acknowledge the question.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I see, Deutschland; same question.

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

I'm not playing this game with you.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I am not playing any games, Allemagne.

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

Ha. Now you're telling jokes, right? Never mind, I shouldn't have bothered commenting.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

No, I'm telling you the truth. Do you remember what happened the last time I didn't want to tell you about something? I have nothing to gain from this, Allemagne, except perhaps a little insight and the chance to help you.

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

France, you ruined that chance when you shot me. Your a damn idiot if you think I want any diplomatic relationships with a man I tried to accept, did what I could to redeem myself for, and was shot at as a result. Why don't we be realistic? I hate you. I hope your economy burns at its very foundations, your military indulges in self-immolation, and you effectively rot in hell. You're a better enemy than an ally. You're worthless as a companion, and I can't believe I even tried to be semi-formal with you before, because I'm not sure if you know it yet, but I've lost all function in my arm, no thanks to you.

You're the king of incompetence, what advice you have given I find ironic and sickening, and honestly I pity anyone who makes an alliance with you.





Well? Is that better? Unless my German was too complicated for you, let me say it in a language you understand better: Tu es con. Now, if you retort against me, I will declare war on you for assault against my person, and believe me. It's not that hard to take a chip out and see that you're thoroughly smeared into the cement, and I will regret nothing.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

... Non. You are right!

I think we are finished here.

Voice; locked from France though probs breakable?

[nicetomatoes.livejournal.com]

Germania. Lift a hand to just one of that bastardo's fucking hairs and. Well.

I suggest you don't sleep. Whatever faults Romano has with fighting I do not. And as much of an idiota Francia is he is famiglia. Which means something.

Re: Voice; private

[brotundbier.livejournal.com]

...Ha! What are you, one of his Fräulein sent in to make me feel bad or worry about my life? Go ahead, do your worse. At any rate, one of us will end up dead, and the only beneficiary will be me.

Voice; private

[fettuttittes.livejournal.com]

Uno. I'm not his. And I never will be. Due. I don't give a damn what you do how you feel or how you live your life. But if he is harmed so will you. And I know how to make it painful beyond belief.

So eager to jump into a fight and so convinced you'll win. You really are little more than a child.

Voice; private

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

--Romana. Romana, please. You have every right to be angry with him, but--

I shot him, he is-- technically justified.

He has not done anything to me and I will not allow it, but I will not have war when we are barely surviving as it is.

If any of the other nations find out, I--



I...

--I am sick of war. Merde, I am sick of everything.

Voice; private; Italian

[fettuttittes.livejournal.com]

And he invaded my land, or at least she did. My people die for a war they started, and now the tramp through my land. My Church, my namesake is in ruins, my people hungry and tired and.

I have every right to attack him back. My anger is justified.

[Slowly she exhales. If he could only see her it’d be clear just how serious she is. Germany has made too many mistakes in her books, she’s tired of just ignore it to keep the peace.]

War will always exist for that. It’s a lesson that bastard seems to have learnt well.

It is my decision.

Voice; private; French

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Non. You think I have not suffered the same? It isn't you with whom he takes issue, it is me. Your anger is justified, but he-- he has not even reached far into the First War.

Grudges such as these will only serve to damage the world more, and as the humans advance in their abilities to kill one another on a massive scale, we may damage it beyond repair.

This is between Allemagne and I.