[FRANCE] Coward MontBlanc

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/QPWDW.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8][style=text-align:left; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; margin-top: 150px; background-image: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png); color:#ffffff; text-transform:uppercase; width:345px; margin-left: -2px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]To feel pain when you get hurt, or to weep when you feel agonized, that kind of natural emotion is nothing to be embarrassed about.[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 10px; width: 380px;text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px;]As she promised, she brought pastries- fresh and homemade, just the way he likes it- and, though he does not know it, a flask of coffee probably with a bit too much sugar than she intended to put. Well, she came back from her trip outside her country and the first thing she needed to do was to help him out with the paperwork and what better way to start them than to have some light snacks prepared by yours truly. She's already here back in his office, for starters, so might as well see if she could help out, she reasoned. "Mon Dieu~ Zis will not do, Zis will not do!" Upon realizing that it was also a while since she last spoke in a French accent, the embodiment of France's capital sighed, rubbing her forehead with her thumb and forefinger before placing the basket of pastries on one table along with the flask of coffee (mostly for her but it's big enough for two). Surely, Francis will bring some wine just in case- you can never have too much wine to enjoy yourself, a famous person once said- so might as well be prepared for it. Too bad she have to make sure he won't end up in front of England's doorsteps even though that would be funny enough to enjoy watching. Not that she have some kind of a weird fetish or anything... she's just a French deep down, after all. "Well, might as well start somewhere~" Clasping her hands together, Caroline De Beaumont, Paris, smiled, awaiting further orders on what to do with the paperwork while entertaining the country she serves oh-so well and telling him about what the hell she have been doing here and there as of late. Nothing like a good afternoon with wine, pastries and paperwork to keep things going. [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 13px; width: 380px;]notes... I... want some Montblancs now. *cries* tag... FRANCIS location... PARIS, FRANCE lyrics... Pierrot by Hatsune Miku credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/francispix.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]together we are fools[/style] Francis was careful with his selections for the evening, because he only wanted the best for his beloved capitol. The first one that caught his eye in his personal cellar was the beautiful red wine from Côtes-du-rhône. It was a well-rounded to the taste with a note of blackberry sorbet that didn’t dry the mouth. It was one of France’s personal favorites. For good measure, he also chose a beautiful rosé from Sancerre. If he were to compare Paris to a wine, this would be it. Not entirely stained with the lusciousness of a silky red wine, but he thought she was subtle and exquisite without being overbearing. Most of the paperwork was waiting in his office, but there were a few more documents that he had to retrieve from his home, which explained his dallying in the cellar. After finally being satisfied with his wine selections, he left with his things. The trip was short from his home, but it was breathtaking as ever, as was any stroll through the beautiful city. He never got tired of seeing it like this when everything was at the peak of activity. The sun was ever so attractive during midday, blemishing the architecture with its brilliant hues. By the time he reached his office, he was not at all surprised to see her already there. Although the Frenchman believed that neither of them were sticklers for time, like a certain neighbor of his, they were pretty good about keeping their schedule. ”Bonjour Caroline; tu es très belle!” Of course he thought she looked beautiful every day, no matter how she chose to present herself, but he never failed to tell her so. He gave her his usual, brief greeting kiss over the mouth before setting down the extra paper work on his desk. A moment later, he revealed the two wine selections that he had chosen for today. ”I couldn’t decide which you would prefer, so I just brought both,” he smiled. ”There’s no such thing as having too much wine, oui?” And just then he noticed the stunningly presented pastries and flasks of coffee that she’d brought. “Ouah, Caroline~ These look splendid!” He kissed her once more, delicately on the cheek this time as his thumb caressed alongside her chin. He couldn’t help being gentle, yet tender with her in a way that he rarely was with others. She was very dear to him, after all. He glanced over toward the paperwork neatly stacked on his desk, sighing just a little, though he still felt better now that Paris was there. ”I’m sure we’ll go through this in no time with a lovely woman to keep me company. ” He winked at her, a playful smile splayed over his lips. TAG: Paris SETTING: Paris, France NOTES: I’ve never had one, but they look divine. :D [/style]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/QPWDW.png); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8][style=text-align:left; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; margin-top: 150px; background-image: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png); color:#ffffff; text-transform:uppercase; width:345px; margin-left: -2px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]To feel pain when you get hurt, or to weep when you feel agonized, that kind of natural emotion is nothing to be embarrassed about.[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 10px; width: 380px;text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px;]It didn't took really that long before France arrived with two bottles of wine and with his usual flair in him. She wasn't really doing anything as soon as she arrived, though she was about to indulge herself with a pastry or two just to see if she cooked it just right (otherwise it would be a disaster for her). True, it has been a while since the blonde-haired female had been in contact with the French male but she wasn't exactly went out that long. "Bonjour, Mosieur Francis~" Caroline greeted with her sweet smile, hiding the mild blush at his usual greeting of kissing her. Anyway, French people are quite passionate beings and the two of them are no exemption... Paris is just a bit more reserve on the 'overly-passionate' part since she's a female to begin with, but there's no complaints. "Merci, you flatter me a bit too much." She giggled in a good-nature tone though, deep down, she was very proud that her pretty appearance was complimented; wearing her usual attire though with a longer sleeve than normal and wearing a new ribbon on her scarf on her neck would have contributed with her being a bit more beautiful than a while ago. Probably. Looking at the paperwork, a mild sigh escaped from her mouth at how much she misses the work. By nature, she would have pegged him (and anyone else) to do them at an earlier time but she made a little exemption since she was out for a while and she missed her own as well. Can't point fingers when oneself did not do it, as she said to herself. "Ne soyez pas ridicule," She exclaimed with a light wave of one hand. "We'll be here for a whole night so we might as well have both of them." The blonde capital smiled with her eyes directing at the papers on the table. "Don't worry, I baked enough pastries to keep us, though I am not sure if I added too many sugar on some of them." She ended with a mild pondering, tapping her chin a bit while thinking if she did add a little too much sugar due to rush. However, just as she was about to voice out about her baked good further, the slightly-younger female was taken aback at the affectionate compliment she receives from France as a blush graced onto her cheeks, but at the back of her mind she was thinking that maybe he's just like that to the other females (or males, if she look at it that way). Still, it was enough for her to revert to her shyer, more lady-like form as she pressed both her palms to her cheeks, her blush now more evident and a embarrassed smile gracing on her face. She didn't say she did not enjoy it, though. "Oooh~ Monsieur France, you are so very kind!" She giggled like a schoolgirl, swaying her head a bit at the statement. "Mon dieu, now you made me feel conscious!" She could have said something different if she knew how he actually feels for her, but nobody can't really help that despite her somewhat-charming personality to everyone (she, DID, manage to flirt with the males from time to time), in the end she gets pretty embarrassed easily. "But, oui, I think we'll finish this!" Picking the paper on top of the stack, she began to scan through the words, her smile dropping a bit into a mild frown before she sighed and dropped the paper back onto the table before picking up the second one. "Ah, just another request," She nearly forgot about the weekly rallies happening at her place. "Now let us see what this one is..." [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 13px; width: 380px;]notes... Is it bad if I was schoolgirl-blushing like Paris just now? ='D tag... FRANCIS location... PARIS, FRANCE lyrics... Pierrot by Hatsune Miku credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/francispix.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]together we are fools[/style] Francis felt warmed over by his capital’s smile when she greeted him. She was always so sweet—the sweetest individual that he had ever had the pleasure of knowing. However, he sometimes had a difficult time understanding the reserved side of her. But he was just overtly exuberant about many things and being with his beloved capital was no less thrilling. He felt her skin heating in what was probably her customary blush beneath his kiss. He hid a small smile at it. ”Beauty deserves flattery,” Francis said, teasing her a little to see more of that blush. He noticed her reaction to the paperwork and smiled a little sheepishly at his obvious lack of motivation to do the majority of it while she was gone. Paperwork wasn’t exactly a high priority of his when there were so many other interesting things to do with his time. But it remained important all the same. One can’t run the country without being dedicated to work, right? ”I’m sure they’re divine,” Francis quelled her worries as he took a small bite from one of her baked treats. Perhaps it was a little sweet on the surface, but seeing as they generally aren’t too sweet as a dessert, he thought it tasted wonderful. Definitely no atrocities here. Francis couldn’t help but to chuckle lightly when Caroline’s blushed at his compliment. It was a wonder that she wasn’t already used to his sweet words to her. He was always showering her with affectionate terms and endearments. She was his heart after all and he adored her above all else. His smile widened when she pressed her palms to her face as if to cool the blood rushing beneath her skin. Francis almost made a suggestive comment about how he could relieve her of her embarrassed flush, but the poor girl already looked self-conscious, so he held his tongue. ”Well, I suppose ‘kind’ is one way to put it,” he laughed as he took one of her baked pastries to his desk. He sat at his usual chair, his eyes on the papers over the polished surface. After setting down his montblanc, he sucked at the tips of his fore and middle finger when they came away covered with the pale peaks of the dessert. He wasn’t looking at her, but he tried to keep a straight face as he did this. As always, everything he did had some silent suggestiveness attached to it. He chuckled softly at her statement. ”Do I, mon amour? Perhaps I should tell you things like that more often, then. I do enjoy the lovely way that your cheeks redden for me.” He winked playfully. Francis sighed when Caroline silently read over one of the requests. ”Yes, we do have plenty of those…” He took a small important stack that he was set on doing, already knowing very well what was written between the pages. ”Apparently England’s officials are highly concerned for my economic wellbeing. Of course, with the ties we carry, anything that happens to me will directly affect him. Troubled times, especially in today’s economic climate, bring many letters of concern.” Francis leaned in his seat, feeling just a little tired thinking of it all. It wasn’t easy being his typical self when the atmosphere felt so grave—especially the one encompassing all of Europe. TAG: Paris SETTING: Paris, France NOTES: Lol, I would too actually. XD [/style]

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[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 10px; width: 380px;text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px;]"I'm so glad that you have like them, monsieur France~" Putting the papers down for a moment, the blonde-haired capital crossed her arms while contemplating a bit on how to divide the workload, tilting her head to the side while softly tapping the floor with the tip of her shoe. Paperwork is paperwork, she usually interjects, and though they are finer things in life to do, they can't avoid them like the plague and needs to be take care upon otherwise the whole place could be in shambles. It was one of the main things Caroline managed to do, among other things just to keep France running and alive, and though it can be mundane sometimes, there seems to be no other choice. Well, she gave a small sigh while a mental note of having wine later while looking over some of them, might as well start somewhere. She looked at the corner of her eye as France finally sat down in front of his desk, cleaning off the remains of her tasty treat off of his fingers, as she looked away before she was caught looking and decided to perhaps put some wine on their glass for the two of them before starting. "Ah, it would be best if we start now otherwise we'll be in bigger trouble." She said, her voice almost wavering the slightest (you have to admit, she can be his number one fangirl from time to time, but she's not saying anything) by trying to pretend to be stern. Setting the glasses down on the table, one for France and one for her, the elegant capitol got to her seat as well as she also started with her own work as well. "Isn't that a little too late for that?" Judging with the relationship between France and England, Caroline was half-laughing and half-shaking her head at the irony of how Europe is highly affected by the economy and she have watched as many countries around them were starting to be at the brink of poverty, like Spain for one. Still, it mildly interest her on how, despite the situation, they are still able to look like nothing has happened. Well, if only they knew the insides of France, for one (no puns intended), but Paris tried to keep a mental check on that. "Not to mention people's protest getting more and more frequent, I don't even know where to start!" She said with a wry smile, tapping her delicate fingers onto the table while reading over one paper. "Hmm... and another permit. My, our boss really have his hands full on this one." However, the female refrained from speaking further as to not tell them that she will somehow investigate about the rallies as of late in her usual male guise, something neither her boss of France knew about. The place was silent for a while, only the faint scratching and shuffling of the paper and pen, and probably some sipping of wine (not too much!) before the blonde-haired capital decided to speak once more just to keep them entertain. If it was anything she doesn't like, it was the complete and utter silence and perhaps it might even cheer the nation she serves up. Hey, just because it's mundane work doesn't mean they can't enjoy something out of it, can they? "I did visit dear Amérique and Canada while on my trip, they seems to be doing fine so far." Caroline mused, humming a light tone while thinking and looking over another paper to be signed. "You should try to visit Canada sometime as well, I think it would probably delight him though, I have to be honest, I nearly did not find him for some reason." It happened. "Still, I also went around some other places in Europe, Spain for one!" Perhaps talking about a fellow friend of France might try and cheer him up a bit since it would really make her heartbroken if she see him sad. Well, maybe a bit heartbroken and will find a way to change things just to make him happy again even if it means barging in and doing crazy stuff, but heartbroken nevertheless. [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 13px; width: 380px;]notes... If France DO have a fansclub behind his back, Caroline's probably the one student who is very attractive and confident but is actually the Leader of France's fanclub. Just sayin'. tag... FRANCIS location... PARIS, FRANCE lyrics... Pierrot by Hatsune Miku credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/francispix.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]together we are fools[/style] France was ever grateful to his capital for helping to keep him afloat. Especially in this economy. He could use all the help that was offered to him. Sometimes even something as simple as helping with the occasional paperwork was of a great help to the nation. And he appreciated her—more than he would like to admit. He looked up after subtly cleaning his fingers when his capital spoke. ”Yes, it would be,” he smiled, catching the slight quiver in her voice. He couldn’t ignore it… he knew that reaction very well. It was quite similar to certain eh—responses that he purposefully drew from others whenever the whim to do so took hold. But Francis was a little confused… in the end, he tried to ignore it for now, but his gentle smile remained. "À votre bon cœur,” he thanked her in a softer tone after she set the wine glasses. His eyes traveled to his ink blotter sitting alongside the piles of papers. He saw Caroline’s amused reaction to his mention of their neighbor. He didn’t give as much mind to having the occasional reminders as he would have years ago. Times were precarious and he knew how important it was to get everything done so that he wouldn’t end up like Spain, Greece, or Italy, all of whom were currently bankrupt. For the most part, though France tried his best to look the same despite the growing worry over money. He sighed. ”Yes, they are. The protests are happening all over Europe… not just here.” France peered at Paris curiously, wondering. ”You seem fairly interested in these rallies, mon chère…” Truthfully, if he knew that his capital occasionally dressed in male clothing, he would have thought it rather cute. He saw nothing wrong with it. Then again, France is more than accepting of all sorts of patterns of dress, no matter the gender. He wasn’t so sure about their new boss. He’s so new into office; Francis had yet to really know what sort of boss he was. He wondered briefly what Paris thought of him. Francis lost his train of thought as they continued to work in comfortable silence. Paris sipped at her wine conservatively, while France was already on his second glass. He didn’t drink it quickly, but he did raise it to his lips more often than Caroline. He had a relatively high tolerance, so having a bit more alcohol than usual normally wasn’t an issue. The French nation seemed to brighten a little when Caroline brought up that she paid a visit to the North American brothers. He smiled at her, though he did have a habit of criticizing America on occasion and forgot to offer the same familial-like criticism to his northern brother, he did have genuine affection for the both of them and it radiated through his expression. ”Yes, I’m sure that they’re faring much better than any of us.” He paused when she mentioned Canada. ”…I should visit him more often. Getting out for a bit would do me some good.” France made a small noise of amusement when she commented further about her travels and ended her thought with Spain. God… Spain. Francis felt a bit contrite that he hadn’t seen the country of passion in quite some time as well. Spain was a bit oblivious, but that was an attribute that France found the most amusing. He could get away with anything around him. ”Ah, Espagne,”he sighed, a small smile remaining. ”It has been a while since I’ve seen him. He is… entertaining.” He smirked, thinking of all the interesting things that usually transpired between them on one of his usual ‘visits’. He took another sip of wine as he glanced at Caroline. ”What keeps you occupied lately, belle? Nothing too scandalous, I presume?” TAG: Paris SETTING: Paris, France NOTES: Oh, Francis. XD [/style]

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[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 10px; width: 380px;text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px;]Again, she would have said it was a bit too late to bother on that, but she have to keep positive over it if she wanted to handle things like plunging economy and troublesome riots with finess. Well, true, it's inevitable, but so does everything else and she can't cry over spilled milk now; best if she just push on forward, just like every freaking thing she ever done most of her lifetime as a capital. Sometimes, she wonder, if being a human instead of an embodiment of something would have been a better option in life. "Well, certainly can't blame them," A small chuckle escaped from the female's lips, shifting through the other papers while skimming through what's written on it, sorting out the ones that needs immediate looking from the ones that can wait a little while longer, an involuntary smile appeared from her mouth at such thought. "Just pointing out about the protests as of late. Besides, it's actually quite tamer compared to back then, if you ask me." Almost all of it, she is part of the witness, if not one of them, but that's merely minor details to the actual fact of the revolutions itself that has happened in France; The French Revolution, for one. "I have to be honest; I do seem to miss the action every time someone gets in the guillotine." For some reason, there seems to be a hint of dark mischief in her tone, but the female immediately discarded such tone as she realized that, perhaps, there are some things she should not tell France about or some things he must not hear straight from the blonde capital herself. "Je suis désolé si je sonne bizarre là-bas." Remaining silent, Caroline looked down and focused more on the forms, her eyes shifting from time to time to France, then to the window, then to the papers, then to France, to her wine, to France, to... well, basically to France and everything else. The female brought her attention back with a curious blink when he replied, replying with a nod. "Oui, I think you should. I'll probably drop by to Johnny's on my way since I seem to see a pretty little dress I would like to try." Her warm smile came back once more as the blonde female spoke in a light tone, recalling that she have visited New York not so long ago and spend some time with him, probably to catch up and check how was the Statue of Liberty doing. "Really?" Well, she can't blame Francis for being friends with Antonio. Another pile of paper sorted to the 'to check later' bin and a few 'to check now' bin before getting more of them after sipping her wine. "Oh, no, not at all!" Caroline have to keep herself from laughing at the thought, waving one hand in dismissal at his inquiry. "Asides visiting some acquaintances, I do manage to spend some time with mon ami and talk about what to do next time whenever you and Anglettere cross paths again." This time, she couldn't hold her laughter, using the same hand she have waived a while ago to cover her mouth at the idea she and London had made concerning France and England. Well, they do seem to go a bit too extreme with bickering as of late, and it was bothering both capitols as well (since it IS a tad annoying, compared to their tame arguments). "Not to worry.... it's just a little jab here and there." She added in a sing-song tone. [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 13px; width: 380px;]notes... Overdue post is overdue. *bows* But pies. And shaving cream. That is what London and Paris are thinking to use. Also, subtle hint of French Revolution and Black Comedy from yours truly. tag... FRANCIS location... PARIS, FRANCE lyrics... Pierrot by Hatsune Miku credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true;][atrb=style, background: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/av050n.jpg) repeat; padding: 10px; border-radius:3em; -moz-border-radius:3em; border: 4px solid #E9E9E9;][atrb=width,459,true] [STYLE= width: 474px; border-top: 10px solid #C3C3C3; border-bottom: 10px solid #C3C3C3; color: #626274; border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 395px; background-color:#EFEFEF; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana][STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius:2em; border: 5px solid #D6D6D6; float: left; Background:url(http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/amoline/francispix.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-right: 8px; margin-left: -1px;] [/style] [STYLE=border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; width: 220px; background: #D6D6D6; color:#131313; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; padding: 2px; padding-left: 150px; padding-right: 14px; margin: 5px; margin-bottom: 6px;margin-left:10px; margin-top: 12px;]together we are fools[/style] Francis wasn’t too happy with his new boss, especially with what his people had decided to do lately directly because of his actions—fleeing, finding refuge in other countries where they wouldn’t have to pay obscene amounts of tax money. Francis, though, being what he was, couldn’t criticize his boss, but instead had to stay infuriatingly silent and compliant with whatever the man decided to do. ”No, certainly not,” France agreed with her. And he truly didn’t blame them. Just as he didn’t blame the people leaving. They simply did what they had to do with the hand they’d been dealt. Francis glanced at her when she mentioned that it was still tamer than what it used to be. He could only think of one instance and his gaze focused once more on the documents, hiding the darkened expression. He rarely preferred to think of those moments, though he had already faced that part of his past innumerable times. Although he was quite over it, the scars still remained as constant reminders of his mistakes. France looked back at Paris, a small smile playing at his lips once more at her reference. He had an idea of how much amusement Caroline derived from humour noir—a bit of popular, grotesque entertainment aimed to arouse discomfort as well as laughter. ”Oui, Caroline,” he spoke while pushing aside their finished set of documents, brushing his fingers against hers. ”Even to this day, you still surprise me.” He noticed the slight change in her tone and his expression only grew more amused. ” Pas de problème,” he said simply. No problem, indeed. He found himself quite enjoying this side of his capital. Ideas were beginning to form for future forms of entertainment between the two of them. Francis chuckled when she mentioned New York, his own thoughts replaying certain, little meetings between the two of them. ”Oh yes. That does sound like quite a bit of fun…” His eyes flashed with barely hidden mischief as he took a sip of wine. ”He certainly makes pleasurable company.” He quite vividly remembered his own visit there not too long ago. And… he usually left it at that. He smirked briefly into his glass before distracting himself with the signing of more documents. ”Oui, I see him quite frequently.” His thoughts quickly went from Antonio to Caroline when she oh-so-eloquently attempted to dismiss his inquiries. A small laugh escaped and he smiled teasingly at his capital. ”Oh really, chérie?” His tone was now slightly playful. ”I do think you’re up to something. There’s no need to hide anything from me, poulette.” Francis laughed quietly when she mentioned their neighbor across the channel. He peered over towards her once more, blue eyes always light and rarely (if ever) up to no good. ”Ah, Angleterre… oui. You do know that I derive enjoyment from aggravating him. It’s the only tolerable advantage to living so near that Anglais.” He wondered how Caroline had been getting along with Arthur’s capital as of late. He wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if they were rightly annoyed by the constant bickering between their nations. He was only making a guess as to who she was referring to. ”And what have you two planned so far?” He leaned his elbow against the desk, peering at her with a grin, thoroughly amused that apparently their capitals were having such discussions. TAG: Paris SETTING: Paris, France NOTES: Lol, pies and shaving cream.. oh dear. XD Francis and Arthur would probably just end up attacking each other.. or something to that effect. [/style]

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[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 10px; width: 380px;text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px;]"Give them some time." It wasn't impossible for the Parisian to be positive about it, but she wasn't totally disagreeing with him, or with anyone for that manner. Somehow, it wouldn't be too surprising if anyone would wonder where in the world she wandered off to and she would blatantly reply that she 'needed to get out' from their president. Not that it matters, but with people's somewhat-radical actions as of late, she wasn't too sure (or too keen) on what to do next. She couldn't look at him in the eye for that, but Caroline has to do something about it somewhere in the line if she still want to survive. Geez, troublesome. Immediately, another blush formed to her cheeks as the blonde-haired female decided to counter it with drinking the wine a bit too quickly just to make it that it was the wine that made her cheeks slightly red. "O-oui, of course!" Caroline flustered mildly, taking another sip with the wine while briefly glancing back and forth to France. Whatever France is talking about, Paris has an inkling it's what she thinks and it made her feel a bit more jealous than usual... not that she shows it, it's just that she wish someone would do something like that to her (a bit of an idiot moment there, woman) minus "that" part till later. Or, maybe she's just a bit too flightly on the thought that she didn't realize that the wine on her glass was already empty and that she have been drinking it a bit too faster than normal. It'll probably make her a bit loopy in the head somewhere, but then again everybody else is loopier than usual these days. Cue coughing. Another blush as she quickly shook her head- not entirely helping her system with the wine but she's used to it- and tried to reply without sounding a bit like an idiot. "Non... not at all!" Sort off. "D-don't be ridiculous! I'm sure you should find another way to vent that one out!" Pause. "No... on second thought, hold that." Another wave of a hand, flustered not by France but by how stupid her idea just came out. Must be the effect of the alcohol (stop denying it, Paris, it's not the alcohol). "But, at least, tell him to do something about his brows." Immediately, the blonde cringed at the thought of it, oh-so much eager to do something about it at the point that she'll even go as far as to agree with some certain things just for it to be removed. Alas, her minor crusade against England's brows is but a triumph. "It needs to go!" She insisted with an annoyed tone of her voice. Yes, she thought, it needs to go and she'll do something about those... those... horrible abomination of Anglettere's face! "Ah...uhm..." As if she was shoved in the spotlight, Caroline gave another small coughs as she gave shifty looks on the ground before realizing she can't escape France's gaze, especially if he's looking at her like that. Mon dieu, they're suppose to do paperwork! Paperwork! Someone needs to keep the line in straight! "A rope!" She squeaked, her voice a little bit higher than usual. "I mean... s-someone has to discipline the two of you from that petty bickering!" Paris spoke with a forced, stern tone of her voice, crossing her arms and with her nose up. "Mon dieu, you are acting like children, it's making me and mon amie embarrassed to be with you two sometimes!" She was pretty much lying at this point since she wasn't really that embarrassed to be with them (or something). Not sure about England's capital, London, but she only finds it both amusing and somewhat childish. "I believe the next time, we'll have to imply some disciplining on our part!" Well, they did plan on doing something like smacking the two in the head whenever they are caught fighting or throwing pies at them just to see what it'll be like. Hey, if it works to dogs (not really), it might work for them too! [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 13px; width: 380px;]notes... Would have been nice if that's how it ends up... till a third party bring in a rope and a bat. *shot* tag... FRANCIS location... PARIS, FRANCE lyrics... Pierrot by Hatsune Miku credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA[/style]