looking for a game maybe / mun's job

[beautifulbaguette]

You do not have to find me a home right away, mademoiselle... I know that you have your hands full with that brutish Englishman of yours and threads elsewhere with your ladyfriend. I am content to wait until you are ready and have found exactly the right place for me~

Also, I believe congratulations are in order~! "Wine specialist in training," oui? I do not know how much of a specialist you could ever become as an American, but Big Brother is proud nonetheless. Perhaps you ought to pick up a little something after work to celebrate? None of that absurd flavoured vodka you are fond of. A nice Cabernet, I think; or a Pinot Noir. You must learn to have a taste for these things, cherie.

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[prince_dummkopf]

[In french]

Cabernet is very fine.

[beautifulbaguette]

[Also in French]

Oui~! Unfortunately, I was unable to persuade her to choose one. She is drunk on Chardonnay and Riesling.

[prince_dummkopf]

[Makes a face.]

Why would you mix wines?

[beautifulbaguette]

Not in the same glass, of course.

[prince_dummkopf]

Of course but Cabernet is very dry and Riesling is quite sweet.

[beautifulbaguette]

I am just glad that she is interested in expanding her palate, so I try not to interfere in her choices very much... [lies, he is so bossy and condescending about it to his mun.]

It's much better than the appalling vodkas she normally drinks, at any rate.

[prince_dummkopf]

[Yet another disgusted face.]

I can't say I've had the pleasure of partaking in vodka.

[beautifulbaguette]

[he chuckles.] Well, some of it is acceptable. [that which comes from his place. he is fond of a multitude of fancy mixed drinks, after all.]

But this latest bottle my mun picked up... It is supposed to taste like a fruit-flavoured breakfast cereal. [wrinkles his nose.] And it is English.

[prince_dummkopf]

English vodka? That sounds frightful at best. My...friend Deryn speaks the world of British beer.

Just a homeless Austria getting lost

[wienerliad]

Failure in winning your lady's heart, I see.

We are glad he got lost in this direction. xD

[beautifulbaguette]

......My mun? [laughs.] She may be cultured as far as Americans go, but I assure you, she is not my type. And her heart belongs to another, at any rate.

[wienerliad]

Not your type?

It is certainly the first time I hear you not pursuing after a lady - or not being pursued.

[beautifulbaguette]

It's a bit hard to pursue a lady when she is only interested in other ladies. I have tried, but even my considerable charm is not enough to change that.

[wienerliad]

......................................................Ah.

No wonder.


Just move on, like you always do.

[beautifulbaguette]

Oui, it is no matter. It would be quite awkward, to be intimate with one's mun, at any rate. Don't you agree?

[wienerliad]

That depends on how you define “intimate”.
[There is no doubt Francis is relating this to his glamorous sexual affairs… Not sure if he still maintains such practice, but the Austrian definitely doesn’t want to know.]
I find conversing with my mundane enjoyable, and so does she. She is also not my type, but we share many similar qualities that allow us to understand each other more intimately. That is how I would define the term.

[beautifulbaguette]

I see your point. I often find myself connecting with my mun on such a level. She can be quite interesting, when she chooses to be. [mainly, when she is paying attention to him and not her other muses. though he does truly appreciate the interest she shows in his history and culture.]

But, ahh... I was speaking of more.. physical intimacies, which would be impossible. It's a bit unfortunate that we are so very incompatible, because my mun could definitely afford to get laid.

[this is France, scrambling to dodge a hardback book aimed at his head.]

[wienerliad]

[This is totally expected from France... Austria doesn't even feel like correcting his salacious mind anymore.]

...I think there is a great term originated from the United States which describes your intention fairly well, and the word begins with "mind-".

[No, the prudish Austrian will not finish the word-]

And I wonder how would your mun feel about...that.

I hope you don't mind. I had to.

[prince_dummkopf]

Your accent, Austrian?

Sure~

[wienerliad]

[He is, in fact, not just a normal Austrian, but the actual country of Austria.]

-Yes?

[He doesn't recall meeting this person before.]

[prince_dummkopf]

[Alek's mun is aware but Alek doesn't know that. Alek is a Prince of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.]

I was born in Austria, Vienna in fact.

[wienerliad]

[Roderich can tell, through this boy's speech, that he is from a later period, and no commoner. This thought puzzles him greatly - he should have seen this person before, if this boy has frequented in social events. But Roderich just can't remember...]

I see, very interesting. Who was the emperor during your time?

[prince_dummkopf]

Franz Joseph. My granduncle.

[yang_phase]

How courteous of you to wait so patiently.

You are also an expert in wines?

[beautifulbaguette]

My darling, nobody knows more about wine than I.

[yang_phase]

['Darling'? That was unexpected.]

O-oh. I had no idea. Is your family in the business, then?

[beautifulbaguette]

[he tends to use endearments indiscriminately when pretty girls are involved.]

You could say that, I suppose. My children have always been the finest winemakers on Earth.

[yang_phase]

[She'd realize that if she ever got hit on! Which she does not.]

You're a father? But you look so...

[Young? Unreliable?]

Er, how many children do you have?

[beautifulbaguette]

Non, I have never fathered a child. But... ahh... Allow me to introduce myself!

[he extends his hand, palm up, as if asking for hers in return.]

I am la République française. France.

[yang_phase]

Pleased to meet you, Mr. France.

[She gives him her hand a little hesitantly, unsure of exactly what he's asking for. Also, she doesn't get what he's saying.]

You're from a foreign country, then?