No, Imperio. No. >:|

[diosorogloria]

You never let me have any fun. Ever. Don't you trust me?

But just as well, I suppose. That's your purpose and what am I but your faithful muse, yes? What a useless Mundane you must be if you can't even keep me bound and shackled and in my best behavior.

Nonetheless, I shall be keeping your little gift. I'll take care of it well, of course. Gifts are to be kept and appreciated, after all.

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[france]

How silly, Espagne! What reason would your mun have not to trust you?

[diosorogloria]

[At the appearance of France, Spain has to smile with mischievous humor.] Many reasons, amigo. Too many to count perhaps.

Francia! We haven't seen each other in a while. Tell me you've been well, yes?

[france]

Aaa non, I cannot believe this! You are such a good man, with such a good heart! There is no reason not to trust you, mon ami.

[ Except well, all those times that Spain buddied up with Austria. Also when he was being a weird communist dick in the early 20th century. And well, maybe a few other things as well. But no reason to be impolite and point that out. ]

I have been well, mon ami, I have been very well! I have been trapped in this terrible place called aaa... Discedo, je pense, but I have also been allowed to have so much fun elsewhere. Tell me, how is it that you are, mon ami? [ Scoot. Scooot. Scooooooot. A hand comes up to rest on Spain's shoulder, and France makes himself comfortable in the other man's personal space. ]

[garantundkraft]

All that unawesome shit about your mun not trusting you aside -not that I can think of why she wouldn't- I wanna know what this gift she got you is.

[diosorogloria]

You are too kind to me, Francia. [Well, not really, not all the time, but of course Spain would say so anyway. He's the type who would often forget about ills done to him when they aren't being shoved in his face.]

[And of course he welcomes France's closeness, even ending up wrapping an arm around the other with his usual ease with affection and touch.] Discedo? How is it terrible? As for me, well, I have been tucked away for a long, long time due to Inglaterra stealing my Mundane's affections. I was bored for the most part.

[diosorogloria]

She thinks me capable of malicious mischief. She doesn't trust me. [But Spain smiles as if it's nothing. If anything, the very thought of his Mun's distrust just amuses him. He looks to Prussia and takes him in in his uniform. This Spain still has times when he misses things, but clothes are things he has a bit of care for and so he notices Prussia's clothes right away.] From what year are you from, Prusia? Those clothes suit you very well.

And as for this gift, it's a child. I got reunited with one of my, well, charges. [It's this little Albion here. He hasn't seen him in a while and he's quite happy and placated to have seen and spent time with him again.]

[edes_virag]

Your mun doesn't trust you?

[diosorogloria]

At times. I don't really mind. She has her reasons.

[Spain smiles and ignores going further into that topic. Instead, he comes closer and leans, peering into Hungary's face and getting into her personal space a little.]

Jhola, Hungria. 'Lovely as ever, I see.

[edes_virag]

[Well she was going to say something but eeeep. Extremely handsome man staring at her closely. Her cheeks easily light up in bright blush.]

W-What?

[diosorogloria]

[He smiles more. He probably does this only because he finds her reactions amusing.]

You're beautiful, querida. Have I not always said so?

[edes_virag]

[Glances away with her blush turning darker.]

You're being ridiculous again. I-I'm hardly what you say, silly.

[diosorogloria]

[A chuckle and he decides to take pity on her, drawing back to give her her space.]

And I think you're the silly one, but we've got other things we can discuss.

You have daughters now?

[edes_virag]

[Well now she can try and compose herself but her blush remains.]

Somewhat. They were dropped in tot he world we're in and put in the same housing so, I'm their mother it seems.

They're very sweet girls at least.

[diosorogloria]

And what do you do in this world you're in?

I'm glad they're not giving you any trouble.

[edes_virag]

Just a housewife I'm afraid. I feel like I should contribute more though...

[diosorogloria]

Ah, it's never "just a housewife", yes? A housewife does much to keep a household running on top of caring for her family, I believe. I think it takes particular skill and patience to be able to do such things.

What else would you like to do?

[edes_virag]

Well, you do have a certain point.

Hmm..I'd like to open a World Cafe! There are many of us nations there so I think offering our food and desserts to others would be a nice way to make friends.

[diosorogloria]

Food and desserts are always good. Who else is there with you?

[edes_virag]

A lot of us, actually. I'm afraid I don't get to speak to them very often since they have so much going for them there.

[france]

Pas du tout! I speak the truth, et nothing more! [ Also not true, not by a long shot. In fact, he rarely speaks the truth, and chooses to do so only when it's convenient to him.

At the arm being wrapped around him, his head nuzzles the other man's shoulder and he sighs, lips drawn into a comfortable smile. It's interesting; Spain is warm, like the endless lines of sun-licked skin retain all the warmth absorbed during his usual daily toils. ]

It is terrible because it is boring and everything is dilapidated and ugly. And you are not there. [ Whining. And enabling. ] Angleterre? Mon Descartes, I am tired of Angleterre. There is too much of Angleterre around here, mon ami, and not enough of us.

[ Lies. He enjoys England to the degree he enjoys annoying England. Which is quite a bit. ]

[diosorogloria]

[And Spain laughs because France always makes him do so and because he finds France's insistence amusing. He's not as big a fool as many people think and he likes to indulge his good friend every now and then.] Indeed you do!

[He leans more into France, fingertips trailing up to slip into soft, silky, golden locks, as he listens attentively to what his friend laments about.] It does seem like this place lacks our presence, which is entirely too bad. Something must be done, yes?

[No, of course not. Who would tire of England, really? Not when he's just so entertaining all the time.]