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L'anglais have returned... And I was just settling into my peace.

I thought the same before you came into my presence, François.

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Because those enemies are tolerable, I’d rather be near them than hear you complain about everything.

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The only thing I ever need to complain about is the fact that you have a chronic stick up your ass. You'll rarely hear me bemoan things around anyone else because they are pleasant company.

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"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

Matthew gasped and shivered, the hot tears dripping from his chin as he felt the sting of his self-inflicted injuries. He didn’t know what made him do it but either way, it was a good thing the Frenchman had come barging into the bathroom before he could do any more damage. He slouched against the cold porcelain, his chest aching and his wrists leaking as Francis quietly reached for the first aid kit.

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It was difficult to comfort the younger man and try and patch him up at the same time. On one hand, Francis knew that he needed to keep holding on to Matthew, but he couldn't do that and stop the bleeding at the same time. "Just keep breathing," he continued softly, unwinding his arms from Matthew so that he could press gauze pads over the cuts.

#tw self harm

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"I still think we should have bought the boxed one." Ian ignored Francis’s huff as he continued to try and set up the house, worried that at any minute it would crumble.

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Francis was more than a little horrified at their attempts at building this from scratch. Granted, he would never dare mess with the boxed ones, but right now it was clear that neither of them should ever do construction on a real house. "Because I would love to have a gingerbread house made of cheap, old gingerbread. I'll take the quality ingredients over good looks today."

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Antonio had already snuck 3 teaspoons of cinnamon in against Francis’ demands, but he was still wearing the innocent smile on his face as they rolled out the mix for the cutters. Antonio had picked star cutters this time, so that they’d be able to look extra christmassy after attaching all the decorations.

Elbow high in flower and biscuit mix, he turned to Francis and reached out for the glass of wine. “Come on, you’re in charge of top ups. No slacking now~”

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Francis knew that Antonio was messing with the batter. Did the Spaniard think he couldn't tell the difference from the scent alone? But, he decided to let it go for now. The Frenchman had good company, good wine, and hopefully good cookies by the end of the night. But he wasn't banking on the last one right now.

He rolled his eyes, wiping off his hands on the front of his jeans before reaching out to grab the bottle. "I'm pretty sure it was actually your turn to be on wine duty this year, but I'll let it slide this time. Just remember that you're on top ups for the next two years, d'accord?"

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Snow

Ivan had invited Francis over to get more cooking lessons from the talented blonde. He had found that he rather enjoyed spending time with the passionate man. Though he wasn’t sure he boss was too happy about it but he wasn’t going to stop. However a glance at the clock told the violet eyed male that the blue eyed nation was late. Not an unusual occurrence with the weather being unpredictable at times but Ivan was worried because he had tried to call their mobile only to receive no response.

Grabbing his coat he hurried out into the snow hoping that he would just meet the friendly man along the way. He knew the routes that Francis was most likely to take and so hoped to find him quickly. It was not too long before Ivan found him but it was not in the way he wanted. He spotted a figure lying in the snow, golden hair catching the light enough to draw attention. Panic in his heart the large Russian rushed over and carefully but quickly tried to rouse the cold blonde. It was not clear as to what had happened but the large Russian was more concerned about Francis’ condition rather than the cause at the moment.

“Francis. Francis you have to open your eyes.” Ivan lifted him out of the snow and shook his shoulders slightly. “Please… this is a joke right…” He brushed some of the ice that clung to the blonde’s lashes. Though he knew nations were resilient he was still worried as he was becoming rather attached to the French male. “I’m going to take you home and get you warm.”

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Though it had not seemed like it Ivan had listened to Francis’ retort. He thought about it as he got off the bed again to go find the hat and leave the other nation to his phone call. There were a lot of funny things about glass. Like those Prince Rupert’s Drops (see also Dutch tears), that were so incredibly strong at the head that they would not break even with the force of a hammer. However if you simply snapped of the tail they exploded, destroyed in a beautiful blast of tiny shards. It seemed that most nations were like those tadpole like glass piece. They were all so strong until someone found their breaking point and shattered them completely. If he told the blue eyed Frenchman of this comparison he wondered what sort of reaction he would get. He did not think it wise to mention such things right now. He felt he had probably annoyed the blonde enough with his actions.

The large Russian returned with the hat and some gloves that he did not wear often. He preferred his leathery for daily use. He had not stored these items in his room because he kept most things he didn’t regularly wear in a small closet. The items were good at hiding the secret back to the enclosed space. It would take one down into a lower level of the house. A bomb shelter of sorts. There had been a time that Ivan had spent pretty much lived down there. He didn’t want a time like that to return. A load of ‘to be forgotten about’ objects had also found their way into the bomb shelter. He really didn’t want to think about those so he smiled warmly instead. “I have returned with warm items.” He put them on the bed. If Francis did not want to be coddled then he would allow him to put the items on himself.

Ivan studied the blonde nation for a moment. He was looking slightly better in colour which was good at least. He had felt how the weary nation clung to him when he carried him, though he had no intention of dropping Francis at all. Regardless he would have to be careful not to suddenly pick up the blue eyed nation unless he really had to. He didn’t want to stress him out more.

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It was a rather quick conversation with his boss. There was a bit of worry from the other, but Francis quickly reassured him that it wasn’t a major problem and he shouldn’t be delayed for too terribly wrong. There was a bit of suspicion in the man’s tone, but the nation dismissed it all with a few pleasant words before hanging up the phone. No need to cause tension between the two nations just because Francis was acting (admittedly) a bit childish.

When Ivan returned, he tried to smile at the taller man, still a bit strained though he was doing his best not to show it. He was supposed to not be worrying about Ivan, and since that was unlikely to happen, he just had to pretend like he wasn't.

"You are too kind," he said in return. They looked a bit large, but nothing absurd or unwieldy. Francis tugged the gloves on after storing the phone back under the Russian's bed. The hat... Well, freezing or not it was still one of those things that Francis would be a bit petulant about for no good reason. "I'm sorry for being so much trouble, mon ami... Thankfully there will be no political issues over me staying for a while, so long as you don't mind."

#ok that's hella cool

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[text] You mentioned a mirror piece. I see one too. What did you do about it?

[TEXT] It’s useless to do anything about it. Don’t fight it. Accept it.

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Ivan stared at the text message in utter confusion. That did not sound like the man he knew. In worry he hit the call button hoping to get less vauge answers. While he waited he tried to think of what seemed vaugly familiar about snow, ice and mirrors appearing together.

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Francis shouldn't have answered the phone. He was waiting for something more important; Ivan supposedly could wait. But all the same it was as if he couldn't stop himself from accepting the call. "Allo, Ivan," he said, staring blankly at where the shard had entered him. She wasn't calling him yet... He could take a few minutes to talk.

#SH snow?

[text] You mentioned a mirror piece. I see one too. What did you do about it?

[TEXT] It's useless to do anything about it. Don't fight it. Accept it.

The glass cuts you and the pieces seems to fuse to you leaping from the tree itsef. Everything starts to feel very cold, you find yourself uncaring. As are all the minions of the Snow Queen

Francis panicked, automatically trying to brush it off. Whatever was happening, he didn't want it. Everything was starting to freeze, and try as he might nothing could get the little piece of glass out, and eventually his own heart started to freeze. That was a sort of pain he wouldn't wish on anyone, and he wasn't entirely sure why this was happening. There had to be a plan.

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[text] Mirror shards? I saw something like fall off the roof but I assumed someone broke a window

[TEXT] This one is in a birch… It’s embedded quite deep, but I don’t see any broken windows around here.

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[text] IT was embedded in a tree? Today just gets weirder and weirder doesn’t it?

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[TEXT] It worries me. I can't help but wonder if it's only going to get worse from here.

[text] Mirror shards? I saw something like fall off the roof but I assumed someone broke a window

[TEXT] This one is in a birch... It's embedded quite deep, but I don't see any broken windows around here.

As you are walking through the street on a shopping trip you have been putting off since the weather. You notice a mirror shard embedded into a tree as if it fell from the sky. You can't see the object it originally came from.

Had Francis not been running low on flour, he likely wouldn't have left the house. There were a lot of things he could get by without, but that was one of the essentials. Ice was everywhere, and it was a bit of a trial to move without slipping. Yet, it was more of ice that caught his attention. Or... That was glass, wasn't it? He hesitated, reaching out to touch it before pulling out his phone to send a message.

[TEXT] Please tell me that I'm not the only one who has mirrors falling from the sky.

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Snow

Ivan had invited Francis over to get more cooking lessons from the talented blonde. He had found that he rather enjoyed spending time with the passionate man. Though he wasn’t sure he boss was too happy about it but he wasn’t going to stop. However a glance at the clock told the violet eyed male that the blue eyed nation was late. Not an unusual occurrence with the weather being unpredictable at times but Ivan was worried because he had tried to call their mobile only to receive no response.

Grabbing his coat he hurried out into the snow hoping that he would just meet the friendly man along the way. He knew the routes that Francis was most likely to take and so hoped to find him quickly. It was not too long before Ivan found him but it was not in the way he wanted. He spotted a figure lying in the snow, golden hair catching the light enough to draw attention. Panic in his heart the large Russian rushed over and carefully but quickly tried to rouse the cold blonde. It was not clear as to what had happened but the large Russian was more concerned about Francis’ condition rather than the cause at the moment.

“Francis. Francis you have to open your eyes.” Ivan lifted him out of the snow and shook his shoulders slightly. “Please… this is a joke right…” He brushed some of the ice that clung to the blonde’s lashes. Though he knew nations were resilient he was still worried as he was becoming rather attached to the French male. “I’m going to take you home and get you warm.”

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Ivan panicked realising that Francis had gotten up and come all the way over to him. He turned and lifted the blonde up into the air bridal style, with the ease of a professional ballet dancer lifting a partner. “Nyet! Do not get out of bed! What if you fall down? I do not what you to get hurt any more. To save your phone I will let you use land line. I’ll dial if you have trouble. He started to head back towards the bed with the blue eyed nation and all the blankets. “If you really do not wish me to worry… then I will ask the same of you. You must not worry yourself over me. I am not the one who is almost frozen.”

The large Russian strongly felt that while they could actually do something to help the blonde nation get better, that it was impossible to fix his own problems. It was good enough that he could still call some nations his friends though they might not agree with the things he went along with or did. Only his own people would be able to change anything and so long as certain things remained the same he would never find happiness. Still he could not blame his people or his boss completely after all he was a monster of a nation in his own right. Perhaps it was his own insanity that had corrupted those who did wrong. At least there were still plenty of good people also. He wondered sometimes if other nations felt this way but he could never bring it up because he was scared. He sometimes also woundered what sort of worries the other nations had but didn’t think he would get clear answers if he pried too far. What was behind everyone’s smiles.

Shaking his head to dispel the darker thoughts he put the concerned Frenchman back down on the bed. It was time to focus all his energy on his friend. He pulled a corded phone out from under the bed, “Do not ask why it is under there.” He placed the phone on Francis’ lap. “We call your boss and I leave you to talk while I find a hat. Perhaps if you want to move about later to get all your limbs working properly I shall lend you a dressing gown and some slippers. They will be big but better than nothing, Da?” He has shifted gears again rather suddenly on his bundled up friend. Acting as if comments about worry had not been made at all.

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Francis almost flinched at the sudden movement, only now realizing how unpredictable that Ivan still could be. It wasn't his fault, of course. The Frenchman understood that. He had just become so comfortable with the other that he forgot. Once he got over the initial shock, Francis found himself clinging to the Russian out of the natural fear of falling. It was nothing against Ivan. He had just been dropped one too many times to truly feel safe.

Francis bowed his head, not looking up at Ivan even as he was set back down on the bed. Shame warmed his cheeks just a bit; enough to remind him that he was the one who was potentially falling ill. Not Ivan. But he still couldn't stop himself from retorting, though his voice was soft. "I am not made of glass. You are kind for saving me, and looking after me. I am thankful that it was you who found me, but I do not need to be coddled." Francis sighed, shoulders hunching a bit. He hated having to say things like that, but he hated that the world saw him as weak. He used to be one of the strongest, and now it seemed that everyone forgot that.

It was difficult to keep up with the Russian's train of thought. It was always one thing, and then another. Perhaps he had temporarily stopped paying attention again. Maybe it wasn't really so abrupt, but he couldn't focus long enough to see it through. He looked blankly at the phone, not to concerned as to why it was under the bed. Everyone did strange things; he didn't think that it was anything odd. He nodded once after silence fell for a few seconds, dialing the familiar number with half-numb fingers.

#Francis will figure that out later when he's not so panicked

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Snow

Ivan had invited Francis over to get more cooking lessons from the talented blonde. He had found that he rather enjoyed spending time with the passionate man. Though he wasn’t sure he boss was too happy about it but he wasn’t going to stop. However a glance at the clock told the violet eyed male that the blue eyed nation was late. Not an unusual occurrence with the weather being unpredictable at times but Ivan was worried because he had tried to call their mobile only to receive no response.

Grabbing his coat he hurried out into the snow hoping that he would just meet the friendly man along the way. He knew the routes that Francis was most likely to take and so hoped to find him quickly. It was not too long before Ivan found him but it was not in the way he wanted. He spotted a figure lying in the snow, golden hair catching the light enough to draw attention. Panic in his heart the large Russian rushed over and carefully but quickly tried to rouse the cold blonde. It was not clear as to what had happened but the large Russian was more concerned about Francis’ condition rather than the cause at the moment.

“Francis. Francis you have to open your eyes.” Ivan lifted him out of the snow and shook his shoulders slightly. “Please… this is a joke right…” He brushed some of the ice that clung to the blonde’s lashes. Though he knew nations were resilient he was still worried as he was becoming rather attached to the French male. “I’m going to take you home and get you warm.”

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Ivan lowered the cup glad that Francis had at least been able to drink a little. He put the cup back down on the side table for now and removed the towel from the blonde’s head. It was a rather messy now after the large Russian’s drying attempt, though he hoped that the usually very smart looking Frenchman didn’t mind too much. He dropped the towel down to floor and removed his own gloves. He then raised his rather warm hands to the sides of the passionate nation’s face. The skin there was still rather cold against his warm hands. He eased his hands back a little to cup over his friend’s ears. A silly smile spread across the violet eyed nation’s lips, “Good news they are both still there also. It would be a shame if the cold froze off anything.” He chuckled and tried to keep things light.

A little colour collected in his cheeks as he realised it was probably odd to be warming Francis’ ears in this way. “Ah I should get you a hat to help keep the warm in. I have a fuzzy one from my time as Soviet Russia. It is very warm.” He pulled away and got off the bed at quite a speed only to pause at the door. He didn’t turn to look at the bundled up blonde, “Should we keep this a secret? Or do you want me to tell your boss that you might have to stay a little longer than intended.” He had a grip on the door frame. He had suddenly realised he might get in a lot of trouble keeping the blue eyed nation here even if it was for his own good until he was well enough to go home. His grip on the door frame tightened making a faint sound of wood cracking. He was scared that of himself more than anything and potentially loosing a friend by scaring him. How much care was too forceful? He didn’t know, he always seemed to get things wrong. The large Russian just wanted to be able to protect someone for once without accidentally hurting them himself.

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Francis couldn't help but smile, glad that any sort of anxious tension had faded away, at least for now. He leaned against the hands on his face, eyes closing as he savored the warmth. He did't realize how cold he still was until then. For him, the contact wasn't necessarily strange, especially given the circumstances. But then, he was also a very touchy person, so most contact didn't seem out of place to him. It was just the way he was, after all. Few people would dispute that. "I would be upset if I lost my fingers more than anything... But I'm glad nothing fell off either way. Though I'm pretty sure that it would grow back somehow." All right, that was just a guess. He had no idea, and since the only thing he had ever lost was his head... And even that was just sewn back on, so he had no actual proof that it could happen

The second that Ivan pulled back, he frowned a bit, looking up at the other nation. Had he missed something? He couldn't tell, and the fact that he couldn't even see Ivan's face just made him more uncertain. Very carefully, more so since he didn't want to fall over, he stood up from the bed, still carefully bundled as he took a step towards the Russian. The small cracking sound didn't do much to sooth his nerves and by now Francis was sure he had somehow done something wrong. "I was going to call and tell him what happened. He will understand, so please don't worry." Almost hesitantly, he struggled to get a hand free so he could rest it on the taller man's shoulder.

Landmarks in Paris were closed due to heavy ice build up overnight. The wind grows strong but seems to be focus around the Eiffel Tower. The street become bare as people attempt to escape the drop in temperature

..... I knew there was a good reason not to leave my house today. Though, I suppose I should probably start looking for a place to stay if it gets much worse.... I would prefer not to freeze over the winter, even if it's good Christmas weather.

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Francis frowned a bit, taking a step back. It looked... off. And not just because there was a strange number of stockings or the color combination. (He'd worry about that later.) "Antoine, cher... They're uneven." It wasn't by much. An inch or so at the most, but all the same, it bothered him.

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Ivan had invited Francis over to get more cooking lessons from the talented blonde. He had found that he rather enjoyed spending time with the passionate man. Though he wasn’t sure he boss was too happy about it but he wasn’t going to stop. However a glance at the clock told the violet eyed male that the blue eyed nation was late. Not an unusual occurrence with the weather being unpredictable at times but Ivan was worried because he had tried to call their mobile only to receive no response.

Grabbing his coat he hurried out into the snow hoping that he would just meet the friendly man along the way. He knew the routes that Francis was most likely to take and so hoped to find him quickly. It was not too long before Ivan found him but it was not in the way he wanted. He spotted a figure lying in the snow, golden hair catching the light enough to draw attention. Panic in his heart the large Russian rushed over and carefully but quickly tried to rouse the cold blonde. It was not clear as to what had happened but the large Russian was more concerned about Francis’ condition rather than the cause at the moment.

“Francis. Francis you have to open your eyes.” Ivan lifted him out of the snow and shook his shoulders slightly. “Please… this is a joke right…” He brushed some of the ice that clung to the blonde’s lashes. Though he knew nations were resilient he was still worried as he was becoming rather attached to the French male. “I’m going to take you home and get you warm.”

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Ivan felt somewhat comforted by having his hair petted. He felt like a child being comforted by an ill adult. Realising this fact made him feel bad for not being able to take care of Francis without acting childish. When he felt the light kiss on the top of his head, he tensed just a little. The child like Russian might have been innocent in some ways be he was still technically an adult. While he knew that the gesture was simply out of comfort and friendship part of him did wonder what it would feel like to have stronger feelings with someone. He mentally berated himself, for now was not the time to start thinking of such things. He had to act his age for the kindly Frenchman’s sake.

He sat up rather quickly though luckily managed not to accidentally bash Francis as he did so. “Really you are glad it is me here?” His violet eyes sparkled with appreciation at the comment. He took hold of the blonde nations hands to start helping him get them back into the covers, “First you need to keep these warm. You are safe here but even if you are a nation it doesn’t mean that things will be smooth. I can only guess roughly how long you were out there.” He looked into those blue eyes hoping that the side effects that could often trouble humans would not trouble his friend. A dark little voice inside him told him that Francis would have to stay longer if he got complications. That possessive part of the large Russian certainly approved of that.

Paling slightly he pushed those voices down and reached for the tea. He still had his own gloves on so the heat of it did not bother him. He held the straw carefully so that the bundled up blonde could sip it with ease. “Here you go and later if you can eat I will make you soup. I may not be as good at cooking as you but I beat several people hands down.” He tried to make a little light hearted joke hoping it would ease the situation.

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Francis wasn't entirely sure if Ivan's sudden movement indicated that he had said something wrong, but one look at his face wiped that worry away completely. No mistaking that happiness. He didn't fight against being helped back under the covers, even if the confinement wasn't exactly something he enjoyed. It would help him stay warm, and that was what was important. Well, that and calming down Ivan about this mess.

He frowned a bit at the wondering of how long he was out in the cold. Time didn't really matter out there so he really had no idea. Not long enough for him to settle into hypothermia, it seemed. Or frostbite. That frown was quickly replaced with a soft smile as he shrugged best he could in his bundle of blankets.

The second that he noticed the blanching, though... As minimal as it was, that instantly got him to pay attention. He opted to wait a moment to address it, however. He leaned forward a bit, carefully taking a small sip of the tea. The warmth instantly registered and he couldn't tell if it was soothing or not. It almost hurt his throat a bit, but that was likely a sign that he was just too cold right now so he ignored it. He didn't drink much before he pulled back, offering another smile to the Russian. "Merci beaucoup," he said, hoping that whatever was bothering the taller nation would fade away soon. Otherwise he was going to start asking questions and making more of a nuisance of himself in order to be helpful.

#oh good #otherwise francis would be very upset

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