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[amant]

I think, ma chere, that you have more flights of fancy than even myself which is saying a lot. Should I be pleased that you are considering putting me in a setting sans some psychopath trying to play scientist? Oh, you let me have some fun in a few other places but nothing of great permanence. Of course not—you like torturing me the best!

Why should I believe you for a second when you let on that you want to send me somewhere that is, for better lack of the word, safe? Quaint? Picturesque, non? It sounds too perfect to be true and I will not show any enthusiasm for it.

 

…even though, it is nice to be involved in a game that has more nations suffering alongside myself, ouais? 

You could actually commit to that reserve and finish that application.

[Here he does pause, and is that a hint of deadpan? Couldn't be!]

Without comparing me to a hipster, preferably. Just because you have a bizarre sense of humor it does not mean you must exaggerate the truth! That's not even the truth, but I know you-- once an idea is in your head it might as well be stuck there with tar. Time is ticking, mademoiselle. 

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[recognizeme]

Holly Heights really isn't that bad! Sea loves it! You get lots of free things, like a house, car, family...Plus there are so many of us there, it's like being back home!

Only Sea gets spoken to a lot more there.

Anyway, hello, France! It's me, Sealand! Do you remember me?!

[amant]

[He would notice that cheerful enthusiasm and set of brows anywhere. GIFT SHOP!]

Ah, Sealand! Isn't it past your bedtime?

[R u d e.]

Nothing creepy has happened during your stay, has it?

[recognizeme]

Creepy...?

[Sealand pauses to think about this for a moment. Yes, the comment about bedtime has gone ignored.]

No, Sea doesn't remember anything creepy happening. It is a pretty normal place if you don't count the fact that you can't leave on your own! Wait, would that be something that's considered creepy?

[amant]

[His current, overarching home is Animus and it is now October. Being kidnapped and held against his will isn't creepy on its own. France is nice enough that he doesn't really want to maim those neurons in your head so he won't explain his stay.]

So... you really just live? How strange. Doesn't it get boring?

[recognizeme]

It's never boring! Sea gets to see Papa and Mama whenever he wants and there are so many new people to meet! Flower Egg is there, too, along with so many of us. You can work at stores or open your own store if you want, too.

The Landlord is always playing tricks on people, too. He turned them into babies for a little while recently! It was very cute, but noisy. Sea likes the Landlord! He gives us gifts, too!

[amant]

[Well that explains Spain's comment down there regarding the babies. France hasn't been a baby for a very long time. He would rather not repeat that, but, Sealand wouldn't say good things for a man that would do harmful things. Maybe.]

It's good that you're happy, but I am still unsure.

Wait-- exactly how long have you been there again? And why doesn't the landlord have a name? Men that hide behind falsehoods should be kept at an arm's distance, non?

[pasodoble]

I would rather have cute babies than poisoned milk any day.

( Holly Heights is 100 x safer and better than Mayfield was and is, ok. )

[amant]

Don't tell me you are trying to revive your Imperial days, mon ami...

The parents allow an old man like yourself to play with their children?

[pasodoble]

No. ( Spain that sounded curiously defensive. ) Hey! I took very good care of Michael while here was mine!

[paluszki]

France, you should totally come here! I got a cute dragon and her name is Alanya. [Yes, France. Come to a place where Poland is allowed a baby dragon.]

[amant]

[excuse this highly raised brow]

...dragon?

[WEREN'T YOU GOING GAGA FOR PONIES? WHAT'S THE DEAL MAN!]

There are dragons?

[paluszki]

[Hey he was just given it. For free. Poland isn't going to turn down a cute baby dragon for free.]

Nope! I have the only one because I'm so cool. And because I am so cool you should totally come and hang with me! You will, right?

[amant]

I... Well, if my mun ever finishes this application I will get an opportunity to. As long as your dragon is tame, ouais? I do not need any singed shirts. Or hair.

[paluszki]

She can't do that yet. Or like, fly.

I hope you don't get a stupid husband or something. That stuff sucks. Like okay. My husband is a doctor and he was all "Get a job!" and he's a doctor! Can you believe that?

[amant]

Without work though a vacation is nothing but another day in paradise and truly, you can have too much of a good thing.

Not that we haven't all called off on occasion. Did he explain why you needed to get a job? That seems demanding of him!

[ex_astraphobe484]

....No.


[That's it. Just...no.]

[amant]

Your lack of enthusiasm is strangely reminiscent of a few people I know, though I don't know why.

[IMPLORING STARE, HARUHI. IMPLORING STARE.]

[ex_astraphobe484]

I wouldn't call it a lack of enthusiasm. It's more like a sense of dread.

[Your imploring stare gets nothing, France! NOTHING!]

Welp. /smoulder

[amant]

May I ask why you are sensing dread? [pausing, and then the stare turns into something more charming French. You're familiar with the French, right Haruhi?] Are you sure that it is dread?

Oh god.

[ex_astraphobe484]

[That expression on his face almost sends her into a flashback. Kind of like war veterans with post traumatic stress syndrome.]

Yes, I'm pretty sure the feeling is dread. You don't happen to have any relatives in Japan, do you?

[bierchen]

I'd rather be back home of course, but Holly Heights isn't so bad all things considered.

[amant]

Ah, Belgium! [Hello pretty lady.] I admit I am a bit curious as to what one does with all the spare time we've suddenly been given.

[bierchen]

I haven't quite figured that out myself, but there are many of us here, and we've managed thus far. You would be among friends.

[amant]

I heard there was a sizable amount and that in itself is promising, non? Still, I was never good at aimlessly wandering.

[Not good. Great.]

Have you taken up knitting, cherie? [smirking a bit at the idea]

[bierchen]

[ She laughs. ] I'm not yet that bored.