french elections and whining, why do i have this muse again

[france]

You should look forward to the future as I do, instead of doubting what is yet to come. Change can be frightening, but it can also bring much happiness. That is, if you allow it to do so.

I do not care if you are sick. You should be out in the streets listening to the sounds of change! I do not care that you can hear them outside your window, and I do not care which candidate you liked better. I think you should be celebrating by debating and using your freedom to have an opinion on the matter, instead of going to sleep. Allé; je veux célébrer ce soir!

Which is precisely why you should be responding to those people and allow me to speak avec mes amis! You have been able to talk to yours, is it not the time for me to talk to mine? Je pense que c'est ça. Perhaps you will do the nice ones where I am having fun before you do the ones that are... not very nice. Is it not terrible enough that it is l'amie de l'Angleterre? Why must you make things even more difficult?

C'est bon, je m'en fous. This is my night, and I think you should allow me to have it as I wish, but obviously, our philosophies are very different. I enjoy being compassionate, kind, caring, and loving whenever I can. You, though, enjoy being cruel, cold-hearted, boring, and spiteful. I understand that we all live life in different ways, and I can appreciate it.

But tonight, ouais ce soir, you cannot ruin my night. So do not try.

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[sheshipsit]

...Terrible for you? I feel quite nauseated.

And, ah, sim, I paid close attention to your election of course. I like to know who is in charge of my vacation home, sim? [ FOREVER. STEALING. YOUR. SUN. ]

[france]

Ouais, c'est terrible pour moi. How can you understand? You are not-- [ A man with erectile dysfunction. ] --French. [ what does that even mean france ]

[ :| ] How nice. [ He crosses his arms and raises a brow at her before smiling, though it's fake enough that his eyes don't seem to be quite as pleased as his lips. ] And are you pleased for the change, or displeased?

[teatimeroses]

If your mun is tired, then she ought to go to bed instead of listening to your idiocy.

[france]

Pourquoi je n'ai pas le droit au bonheur? Unlike you, I care much about who is governing my country, instead of defaulting to whoever is next in line by blood. [ He waves at him with a hand, as if disinterested. ]

Idiocy. What do you think are intellectual subjects, Angleterre? Les thés? Ou peut-être tu veux parler de la météo? You are endlessly dull, petit Angleterre.

[teatimeroses]

[Actually, contrary to anything England says, he cares very much about who France ends up with as a boss. He's in something of a relationship with another France elsewhere on the Internet, and doesn't want a new human to muck things up for them. But denial is easier than explaining anything of his personal life, of course.]

I didn't say that you don't; I said you should let your mun sleep instead of encouraging her to join the hooligans on the street who are most likely going on a nice strike tomorrow to celebrate.

[He scowls. Hey there is nothing wrong with talking about the weather, Frog. B|] I'm dull? Tch. Anything that comes out of your mouth is worthless.

[france]

[ Denial is the definition of France and England. It's their M.O. ]

They do not need to strike tomorrow! It is a national holiday. [ m i s s i n g t h e p o i n t ] That would be a silly day to strike, would it not? You have so much yet to learn, mon petit pamplemousse. [ Yes he just called him that. Nothing tastes quite like French condescension. ]

I would rather be worthless and interesting than useful and boring. [ Crossing his arms. So there. ]

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[teatimeroses]

[Staring. Staring so hard.] Right over your ugly Frog head as usual. [STILL STARING BECAUSE WOT.] Did you really just call me a grapefruit, you fucking ponce? [Nevermind the fact that he understands what France is saying, because that is beside the point.]

I'm not boring! [Yes he is.]

no i shall hold a grudge that extends over many centuries yet to come

[france]

Aaaa, sourcils, you should not frown so much! One day, your face will be stuck making that expression and you will never be able to smile again! Though, tu sais, I think you might like that fate.

Ouais, je l'ai fait. Mais, j'ai pas savoir que tu comprennes français! Quelle intéressant! [ Yes this is a smug as shit smile, what're you gonna do about it, England? ]

Vraiment? Even right now, I find my eyes growing heavy as you continue to talk. [ France makes an exaggerated yawning motion, stretches and allows a rather filthy sounding moan to drop from his lips. What? He was stretching. And possibly trying to turn England the colour of a strawberry. ] Perhaps I will go and take a nap.

sob, but i will not be alive for most of your grudge

[teatimeroses]

[That does not stop his scowl from deepening.] If it were to get stuck, it'd be entirely your fault. [But, for as much frowning as he's done in his lifetime, if that were truly going to happen it probably would have done so already.]

[An eyebrow twitches at the sight of that smile. He wants to punch it off of France's stupid face.] Fuck off, beardo! It's none of your goddamn business! I don't even know what you're talking about! [Which makes absolutely no sense, since he has been responding to the French this whole time.]

G-GOOD! [What stutter?] Then get out of my sight, you disgusting pervert! [Well, it worked, because now he's flustered and blushing. So predictable.]

[potatomasher]

Admittedly, there are some insecurities considering this outcome at my place, but I am sure we can remain in good standings with one another regardless.

[france]

[ He's just going to bite back I'm hardly surprised and smile at him instead. ] I think you must be more accepting to change, Allemagne. There may be many good things that come from a Socialist, things the UMP could not imagine doing.

[ With a wave of the hand: ] Or it might be the worst thing to have happened to me. [ A nervous laugh. He clears his throat. ] But I doubt it. And of course we will remain in good standings; we must look out for our brothers and sisters in the Union, non?

[potatomasher]

I don't think I need a lecture about accepting changes, Frankreich. Even ones as thoroughgoing as this one.

[He just lightly tips his head to the left. Have fun trying to decipher that expression.]

It may not be a bad thing after all. Only an entirely different direction. So of course my boss may be worried about the possible loss of a so far reliable ally.

[france]

[ All right, all right, that's enough to make him back down a bit. He sniffs and looks the other way. ] Ouais, je suppose que tu parles de la vérité.

She need not be worried, mon ami. Neither should you, at least not about big brother France. Concentrate on our other friends, [ Notice how that word is stressed, Germany. ] --as they need your concern more than I do. [ A shrug. ] I know Angela was good friends with Nicolas, but perhaps she will grow to like François as well.

[potatomasher]

I'm not worried. Whatever results from this will happen, regardless whether we approve of it or not. Though I expect them to get along somehow.

[It's not like they can do much on their own accord anyway.]

There are more pressing matters to be concerned about. You are right about that.

[france]

Such an abysmal view, mon ami. I think we will approve of what comes to pass; you should look to the future with a sense of optimism. It may assist you, you know.

[ Not really. Except maybe sort of guess about it and take bets on who's going down first. Hey, France has a lot of money in the dead pool. ]

Ouais, c'est vrai. And we should focus our attention on those other matters perhaps after I am done celebrating. [ And using this as an excuse not to go to work, even though he would have done the same if Sarkozy had won. Hell, he would have taken the day off if Le Pen had won. An excuse is an excuse is an excuse. ] And then we will go back to work, d'accord, Allemagne? [ He winks at him, offering a playful smirk. ]

[potatomasher]

Optimism, huh?

[France, you can't quite expect that from him. That's almost like asking him to smile. Well. He's not going to follow that suggestion anyway. So have a brief shrug followed by firmly crossed arms.]

Skipping work to waste time celebrating. That just sounds like you.

[He shakes his head in some sort of disapproval, but doesn't put it in any further words.Work is more important than celebrating, and you should be aware of that.]

Don't overdo it.

[france]

Ouais, optimism. And not in the style of Candide, but real optimism.

[ Yes, yes, he knows. But he has to try anyway, just like he has to try and make Germany smile. One day he'll do it, even if he needs to drug his drinks. ]

Aaa, you are not fun at all, Allemagne! [ hey guess who's all up in your personal space Germany ] I think that you need to take a day off of your work and do something... fun. [ An arm around his shoulder. ] Something that will make you forget all about your work! [ He turns to glance at him. ] ---if only for one day, oui?

[ He slips his arm off Germany's shoulder. ] Ce samedi, there is a fabulous film festival in Cannes. [ Okay so it's time to remove his arm from Germany's shoulder before he has it forcibly removed from its socket. ] Do you want to come with me? I would be happy to take you along, and there would be much wine and food to be had. [ A wink. ] Maybe even some pretty French girls pour toi, non? Ou maybe you will be looking at the Italian girls? Either way, we will find a nice girl for you if you come!

[potatomasher]

Sure.

[And the topic's finished for him with that. Good luck on your quest to getting him to smile, France. You will need it.]

I'm not here to be fun.

[He greets your approach with a scowl. It only deepens at the suggestion of taking a day off. And a hue darker even at the arm around his shoulder. And he keeps up that scowl until the arm gets removed. From there on it's just his usual frown again. You barely saved your hide there, France.]

A film festival.

[Not quite a question, but at least he doesn't sound too disturbed by the idea. Being disturbed only sets in at the mentioning of girls. Germany actually gets a bit fidgety at that. Even though he does his best to hide that.]

I... I shall rather stay home.

ahaha whoops mixed up the dates for the festival

[france]

Aaaa non, non this will not due! I cannot take your refusal, mon ami, as I have already acquired you a ticket! [ Oh, he notices. Which means if he can't make him smile, he'll make it his personal quest to get every drop of blood in Germany's body to rush to his face, aaaaand maybe to other places. ]

You would cast away all my hard work? [ Taking him by the hand now, at least so he can pull him along as his makes a multitude of hand and full-body gestures. ] To go to one of the most anticipated events that exist? Do you know how hard it is to get a ticket? And how much work I went through for my dear friend Allemagne?

[ A grin. ] Besides, if you do not come, the only person to supply us with beer will be Belgique, and then you will have even more people thinking she can make better beer than you. Do you want this? How embarrassing! Allemagne losing out to Belgique. [ He breaks away from Germany again, reaching up to fluff of his golden locks with a huff. ]

Mais je suppose si tu veux être un méchant beauf, then I cannot stop you from not coming.

[ So there. ]

[ Never mind the fact France could get a ticket for anyone he liked and doesn't exactly have Germany's ticket at the moment but he's planning on getting him one by the end of the night. ]

lol - No problem. It happens

[potatomasher]

[If it's truly his plan to get all his blood rushing to his head, then France is definitely on the right way. Because if he continues like this, Germany is quite sure to explode sooner or later.]

Ah...

[Though before that happens, he tries to get himself out of France's grasp. To no avail, however. He can't even back away from all those oerly dramatic gestures.

He grimaces and, once France finally lets go, takes half a step back and lets out a brief sigh.]

...o-okay. Okay, ja. I... I will come.

[And he straightens up again with a huff, picking up some of his dignity again.]

But only so you get some proper beer there.