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[konigreich--archive-deactivated]

    "You mean like what? Almost a millenium ago now?" The Prussian smirked back, drawing a stick out of his friend’s pack. He clipped it between his lips, drawing out his lighter to light it before taking a a drag out of his smoke, letting the nicotine settle in his veins. God it’s been too long. "I’m not exactly terrorizing people to get them to convert to Christianity these days, now aren’t I?"

[amouretduvin]

     Francis laughed. "Yes, alright, I see your point." he said, smiling softly. "When I think back, you were far different back zen." he said. "It's crazy, isn't it? You never expect to lose track of ze time, but you do..."

[konigreich--archive-deactivated]

    “Heh,” Gilbert laughed, "Yeah, I guess you’re right." A smile crossed his face before turning his eyes back to his friend. He chewed on his lip, the old craving coming back as he watched Francis smoke. It didn’t take very long before he gave in.

    “Alright, I give up. Got a stick to spare?”

[amouretduvin]

     Francis laughed and puleld the pack from his coat pocket again, holding it out for Gilbert. "I never took you to be the type to give in to temptation. Weren't you a holy nation not too long ago?" he teased.

[amouretduvin]

( prusse ):

  “Entertaining? How so?” Gilbert leaned against the railing, casting his friend a curious yet amused grin. "And what do you mean by mess up? I didn’t mess up anything that badly."

     "Mm, zat badly." he repeated. "Simply entertaining because your brother likes to overreact."

[amouretduvin]

France really was beautiful and Alice meandered the streets, thinking she might want to live here someday. Granted though, she couldn't speak a lick of French so when someone called out to her, she didn't know how to answer. Poor girl looked absolutely lost in the beautiful city of Paris. Would someone take pity on her? Maybe?

     What a beautiful girl in a beautiful city; how could he not approach her?

     “Bonjour, ma cher." he said, bowing and taking her hand, kissing her knuckles. "Is zis your first time in Paris?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Were it not for ze way ze sunset lights up your eyes, I would say you were ze prettiest thing I had seen today.”

[sweetlyimmortal-deactivated2015]

Usually children are taught not to trust strangers but Alice likes to think she can defend herself quite well. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love one.” 

[amouretduvin]

     He nodded and hooked his arm with hers. "Zen let us be off!" he said. "Since we are in Paris, I shall show you the beauty of it. But we shall not start in the center--non, we shall start at the edge."

[amouretduvin]

[You are the most perfect France oh gosh. ;____; Just thought you should know.]

omg you people are all way too nice!

[amouretduvin]

France really was beautiful and Alice meandered the streets, thinking she might want to live here someday. Granted though, she couldn't speak a lick of French so when someone called out to her, she didn't know how to answer. Poor girl looked absolutely lost in the beautiful city of Paris. Would someone take pity on her? Maybe?

     What a beautiful girl in a beautiful city; how could he not approach her?

     “Bonjour, ma cher." he said, bowing and taking her hand, kissing her knuckles. "Is zis your first time in Paris?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Were it not for ze way ze sunset lights up your eyes, I would say you were ze prettiest thing I had seen today.”

[sweetlyimmortal-deactivated2015]

Oh goodness gracious! Frenchmen sure were charmers. Cheeks tinted dark pink, she stammered, “Ah, merci (okay so she could speak a tiny bit of French but certainly not enough to get by). You are too kind but yes, it is my first time here.” Her smile is bright and genuine. “It’s absolutely stunning.” 

[amouretduvin]

     He nodded. "Ah, cher. You 'aven't even seen the best of it yet." he said. "Would you care for a tour? I know this country like the back of my 'and."

[amouretduvin]

France really was beautiful and Alice meandered the streets, thinking she might want to live here someday. Granted though, she couldn't speak a lick of French so when someone called out to her, she didn't know how to answer. Poor girl looked absolutely lost in the beautiful city of Paris. Would someone take pity on her? Maybe?

     What a beautiful girl in a beautiful city; how could he not approach her?

     "Bonjour, ma cher." he said, bowing and taking her hand, kissing her knuckles. "Is zis your first time in Paris?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Were it not for ze way ze sunset lights up your eyes, I would say you were ze prettiest thing I had seen today."

[amouretduvin]

You have a really cool interpretation of France!

awww what really? thank you!

[amouretduvin]

( prusse ):

   ”Same old, same old, I guess,” Gilbert shrugged nonchalantly, tucking the lighter back into his pocket. For a moment he felt the old craving for nicotine nag at the back of his mind, but he shook it off quickly. “Still missing the days when I was on active duty but what can you do, right?”

     Francis nodded and sighed a mouthful of smoke out through his nose. "I miss ze days when you were on duty myself. It made my job a lot more entertaining--not to mention, watching your brother scramble to fix the things you messed up."

[amouretduvin]

starter call, like for a starter

[amouretduvin]

( angleterre ):

He shrugged. “Sure, why not. I mean, I haven’t been on a decent date with a real person in forever.” Smiling to Francis, he laughed a little. “And let me guess, we go to your house when we’re done to watch some classic French television, yes?”

     "Why, of course." he said with a laugh. Francis stopped on the street, waiting for a bus to arrive before he pulled Arthur on with him. "So, this is a date?" he asked, pulling Arthur close.

[amouretduvin]

( espagne ):

            ’ I appreciate your help,               but is already solved,               don’t worry. ’

The same smile remainded printed on his countenance as the optics hues were observing at his friend and neighbor.

              ’ I’m hungry. What’s the                 menu today?~ ’

     "Well, if it's all settled, then good. I 'ate hearing that such close friends are in trouble. especially knowing I could easily 'elp." he said, smiling.

     "Ah, well--I was thinking about making something simple today, no? Perhaps a salad, or a pastry." he laughed. "Unless, of course, you 'ah something in mind. I adore your cuisine--I wouldn't mind trading mine for yours for a day."

[amouretduvin]

male!belgium, 17 { if you want to! hi by the way :~) }

looks like absolute shit i'm sorry

[a-lonely-me]

[amouretduvin]

( prusse ):

    Gilbert eyed his friend beside him before his hand dove into his coat pocket and pulled out his lighter, "Is that even a question, Francis?" a playful grin appeared on his face as he flicked the lighter, bringing the fire to life and brought it closer so that Francis could lean over and light his stick.

     Francis leaned over with a smirk, lighting his cigarette. "Merci." he said, laughing to himself as he took a drag from the cigarette. "So, 'ow 'ave you been, cher?"

[amouretduvin]

( lucian ):

"I think I like Francis better nonetheless. I much prefer casual to formal anyway." He said with a hum while wagging his tail a little. "Quite curious though, have you ever met a demon before?"

     "Non, though I allied with Russia in the recent decades, so I'm fairly certain I know how it feels to be around one." he said, laughing nervously. "Though you seem far more hospitable than him."

[amouretduvin]

( lucian ):

"Lucian is my name, first class Lust demon~ Or, an Incubus by human’s common name for me." He raised an eyebrow before turning to the side and flaunting a bit. "Like the corset look? I’m fond of gorgeous clothes is all."

     France laughed. "Well, Lucian, I am honored to be in ze presence of a well-dressed demon. A lust demon, no less." He bowed. "If we are going to be formal 'ere, you may call me Francis. Mister France is far too formal for my taste."