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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.]
A very French broadcast.
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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Re: Voice; private
Date: 2011-12-08 09:48 pm (UTC)Voice; private
Date: 2011-12-09 09:37 am (UTC)So eager to jump into a fight and so convinced you'll win. You really are little more than a child.
Voice; private
Date: 2011-12-09 11:10 am (UTC)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
Date: 2011-12-13 11:54 am (UTC)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
Date: 2011-12-13 01:00 pm (UTC)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.